Romantic Harry Potter Novels & Stories

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

I was about to approach them when the music stopped and the mic turned on. “Goodevening everyone, are you enjoying? I am Dj Harry, Let’s get wasted tonight” as he said those words the crowd went wild and wilder every minutes. I’m about to search the two people that I see but someone spanked my butt. I tilted my head to see who spanked my butt but there’s no one in my back so i just ignore it. The crowd was getting wild. And I’m here kissing a guy’s neck.

It's an endless stream of merriment. This creature was elegant, the aura around him loudly spoke royalty. The love in his eyes seems to be stronger than any story I had heard of love potion's power. The waves of the tender love I felt protruding from him was stronger than my little tender heart that had never in real time experience love.

“Yeah, he seemed really respectful.” Her gaze lowered. “What happened next?” Ben leaned back slightly, running a hand through his hair as he tried to gather the pieces of the dream into something coherent. “He brought something,” he said. Her eyes lifted again. “What?” Ben hesitated. He wasn’t sure how to say it without sounding ridiculous, but the image of it was still vivid enough that it made his stomach twist. “A rabbit,” he said finally. Her entire body went still. “A dead one.” The color drained from her face.

“I’d have gone with deluded detective, but look at the muscles on him…” Siobhanny spun furiously away from them, shrinking down into a tousled haired teenager in robes who adjusted his glbuttes. Harry Potter slunk go to me with the sexiness of a lap dancer. I pointed at Siobhanny, when I backed away. “Now I know you’re screwing with me.”

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

And you would have been killed had I not been here. "So I'm supposed to thank you,dear dark lord,for saving my life," she coughed pushing his hand away as she felt some sparks when he touched her. He was the cutest creature she had seen so far. He had red eyes like a ruby gem,his blonde hair was long reaching his shoulder,his skin was pure white which would definitely glow as a lamp in the dark.He was also tall with broad shoulders,his packs were still so visible even with the black hoodie he wore

Hmmm? He’s right. I examine the next charm. —A heel. I think I know what this one refers to. He smiles mischievously. —A disco ball. Hmm, yeah...this one definitely deserves to be here. The last charm is an arrowed heart. It formes a lump in my throat. I look at him excited. Tears have began filling my eyes. —You’ve got it, tigress. You have my heart in your hands.- purrs in my ear.

His words of passion kissed his lips like a lover’s desire. The bedroom smells of roses and lilac bouquets. The silver curtains around the bed were bubbling in the breeze, though the window was closed. It was mysterious. “It is enchanting my sweet,” Harry told her as if answering the questions on her mind. "I told you not to read my mind did I?" She told him and feigned an irritable voice. His magical caress kissed her skin. It whispered down her arms, cresting her smooth delicate breasts. “What are you doing to me Harry?” she gasped, his magic touch igniting the fire in her blood, the call of the mate bond was calling them, and right now she no longer cares about it. All she ever wanted was

asked the voice of a chuckle. A young sorcerer in his twenties with burgundy hair appeared holding a magic wand. His hair was down shoulder length, a little messy. His eyes were amber-gold, and his body was slender, tall. His androgynous face was sweet. At first glance, it was difficult to tell whether this sorcerer was a pretty boy or a tomboyish woman. He smiled confidently and exuded a superior aura. He was wearing a white robe with a golden thread pattern. In his hand was a long magic wand that touched the ground. At the end of his wand stuck Draco's golden dragon heart. The Heart of Magic.