Slytherin Harry Potter Fanfic Novels & Stories

"Just updating Selene on her *responsibilities*," Harry emphasizes the word. "I will take my leave. Oh, and Selene," Harry turns to the female. "Be ready for the coronation on Friday." Selene is seething. How could the sweet, gentle Harry be so conniving? Had she been blind to his manipulations? She curls her fist around the cup. She lifts the drink to her lips, enjoying the colors sparkle as they touch her lips. A sweet, burning taste flows down her throat. Soon, the drink takes effect, numbing her complicated feelings.

Slytheria dragged a heavily drunk Emily into the room. "Joe", Emily slurred. "Joe's dead", she said. "You're lying", she said,pushing Slytheria away from the bed. Emily was going to fall on the floor, so Slytheria quickly regained herself and pulled Emily back. They jammed into each other,resulting in a mouth to mouth kiss. Slytheria tried to back away but Emily wrapped her hands around her body

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

“Right?! Maybe he really likes you.” I laughed. Like, a full snort-laugh that nearly knocked the sanity out of my skull. “Draco? Like me? Sasha, the guy wouldn't spit on me if I was on fire.” “But he’s your fiancé!” “And so is Voldemort to Bellatrix in fanfiction. Doesn’t mean it’s love.” Sasha blinked. “Wow. You’ve been hanging out with me too long.” “Clearly.” She grinned, looping her arm through mine as we started walking toward class. “Still. Whatever happened, it worked. Daniel’s out. You’re safe from his bullying. That’s a win.”

“Of course not my King.” “Explain then why my dragon is feeling enamored of Miss Grey here, that something is shutting my dragon out, wanting to stay hidden.” “My King, my sister’s dragoness is naturally shy.” “Her what?” His rough voice echoed around the room as his eyes flashed yellow in disbelief. “My sister has merged with her dragoness.” “Impossible!” Sorin was playing his role excellently. “Scylla …” My voice was soft and coaxing. Scylla was a wild card in this whole plan because it would all go to shit if she lashed out at him.

She noticed the only character she shared how much she loved, she had a weird hate and love relationship with this one character and there were dolls of his. Severus Snape, there was something about his story which always made Lily love him for what he was yet hate him for the choices he made. She always hated him for not moving on and destroying himself for the woman who never for once looked back at him, she loved him for the devotion he had for the people he trusted and adored.

"Now go home before I'll let the guards drag you out of here." Loreane looked at me with hatred as she turn towards the door and leave. I quickly get my hands back from Sylvester's hand and walk away but he suddenly grab my hands back that made my heart beat faster. I guess my cheeks turns red now and I don't want him see this. "And where are you going young lady?" Sylvester ask in his husky voice as he walk closer to me. I didn't utter any words as I don't know what to say. My heart keep beating faster and faster as I heard his footsteps walking closer to where I am. He stop walking when we were just two inches away then hug me from the back.

He looked so unreal, that I thought he was from a Greek god from a book mother was always reading to me each night. His eyes suddenly darkened and a low growl escaped his throat. I brought my head down from his gaze, I was so scared that I could not look up twice. “A pretty slave.” Cranon caressed my hair with his fingers, with an annoying smile. I bite the side of my cheek. “...for the Lycan King.” He muttered.

Kaelen. I froze. My chest tightened. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but my legs refused to obey. “Time to go, Slyvara,” he said smoothly, voice low and teasing. I whirled toward him, fury sparking through my veins. “Don’t you dare call my name!” I shouted. He shrugged, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I call whenever and however I like. Now, let’s not waste time.” I took a step toward him, heart pounding, voice trembling. “How could you… buy me off? You can’t just…!”

his eyes squinted, his mouth twitching in annoyance. My nose flared because this man’s approach was getting under my skin. I was fed up with the name he kept calling me, so summoning up my courage, I took a step closer to him, my head rising up to meet his eyes, and snarled, “I’m Blackthorn’s girlfriend and if you keep calling me that name, I will make sure you won’t be able to greet the sun hereafter.″ I heard another one whistling, “Oh, she’s more terrifying than Beast,” followed by chuckles and snickers.