Novel & Cerita Possessive Tom Riddle X Harry Potter Fanfiction

“It’s like… now you’re… here again? I remember everything. But when you did… whatever you did, I didn’t even realise I’d forgotten you. Usually if you’ve forgotten something,” “...you get the feeling you’ve forgotten something,” Reese agrees, nodding. “That’s awesome.” Tom pretends to buff his fingernails on the front of his sweater. “I know.” “There’s your answer then, Tala,” Shelley says. “No magic needed, except what Tom already has because of his grandmother.”

- good thing he didn't use them. You can't be a bad girl/boy if you have a phobia - I fear NOTHING. You aren't bad unless you aren't scared to call He-who-must-not-be-named by his name. - ha Tom Riddle (without the Marvolo, I like defying him.) You aren't bad unless you have a code name. -I've been called Tink, Cece, Diary take your pick. You aren't bad unless if you wrote an autobiography, it would be a pretty epic one. -I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan].

"Mind if I sit down?" "No, not at all." Travis walked around and sit on the bench opposite me. He took up the book that I rested on the table earlier and read the title out loud. "'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'." He looked up at me. "So, you like Harry Potter?" "Who doesn't?" I say with mock horror, crossing my arms in the process. He held up his palm in defence. "You're not getting any argument from me here." "Good," I said in the same playful, defensive tone.

You have got to like host parties every other weekend and during the weekends especially on days like today which is kind of limited in school dormitories, having an apartment also means having a personal mailbox where random ladies do drop off several gifts, junks, gadgets and some even leave their phone number attached to sexy nude pictures themselves. Harry, who happens to be the captain of the team, is always the first to check the mailbox since he, unfortunately, doesn't have a string around his dick. Yeap that's right, Harry is a hopeless playboy and his favorite bragging line whenever he wants to spite or tease me for being faithful to my girlfriend from "I belong to everyone and belo

You know, that was how to trump any argument. I’d nodded, glancing around at the snarling Alphas. “He can have his whole life, if I’m gobbled up by the big bad wolves. I was meant to be solving a murder and stopping a war but…” Jeremy snorted. “Look you, was I Claimed by a sorceres or a Muggle?” I’d raised my eyebrow. “What, even with a wolve, I can’t escape the Harry Potter jokes?” Jeremy slunk to his feet. “That depends if you want to see my wand?”

Confused, I turned my face to look at him. Instead of saying anything, he let his eyes run along the length of my body. His appraising gaze paused on my chest and a smirk fell over his firm mouth. I didn't need to glance down to figure out what he was staring so proudly at. Mr. beast had left a giant hickey on the top of my left breast. He had put it on me when I was out like a light. Miffed, I pulled up the neckline, hiding the mark from him. Thankfully, he had given me another dress which was decent alongwith undergarments before we set out for home. At my move, his smirk hardened before he lifted his gaze to me. My heart gave a violent lurch when I caught a ominous warning brewing in his

I change into my comfy pumpkin pjs and furry tanktop while harry gets changed into sweatpants he apparently got with him and I lend him his shirt, but just for tonight with a promise to return it back in the morning . Along with kisses and cuddling. We decide to have a moviethon with popcorn and cold drink. Lots of it. We also order a pizza for dinner. I pop us some popcorns while he sets the movie and get us blankets .We decide on the harry potter series since its long and interesting and also because we have discovered that we're both potterheads.

But I don’t have to hide here, with him: My lover and toy. “Please, A stór—arrgh— I’m sorry!" Harry wails, so pretty scary, I want to fuck his throat already. “Shhh.” Yanking his hair, I press a finger to his lips. “I’m not your treasure. I’m your king.” Harry’s body flushes. Barely breathing, blinking. With the way his pupils dilate, I’m almost scared he’ll pass out. His head tilts, enough to call a nod. “Y-Yes..”

He rolled his eyes. Not Damon, but his wolf, Zeus, would kill him if he so much as touched a strand of her hair. Zeus was obsessed, overly possessive of anything that solely belonged to him or his master, Damon. From the looks of things, he had marked this girl as his mate, and not even Damon could take her away from him. He could see through her; her innocence radiated. She was too pure, so pure that the lycans wouldn’t be able to help themselves from wanting to taint her when she finally stepped into higher society.

The praise instantly lifted Harry's mood. He confidently placed his hands on his hips and nodded. "You're right.I'll go with you to let you know my real strength." "I'll come too." A male student named Tom spoke up. He ranked fifth in the placement test and was also the strongest werewolf in class.He had dark skin and big muscles, covered in frighteningly large black totem tattoos. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Oh.You don't… have to come.Harry's already coming with me." He was the one who usually did such things as lifting and moving, but I didn't want him to do it today.