Slytherin Harry Potter Fanfic Novels & Stories

We were meant to work on a school project together. Where could he be? I thought. I opened the door to his room. I was taken by surprise. I felt so much anger inside of me as I saw Harry having sex with the school's bitch. I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry so badly and I did but still, he never noticed my presence. "Hello there." Ryn grins happily, seeing me hurt. Harry turns his back to look at who it was. I turned my back quickly, wiping away my tears.

I whispered, sensually tracing her earlobes with my tongue. "They're consequences that come with hugging a man that isn't your mate. So, next time be careful not to get caught with your so-called friend." My voice was low and threatening. Kissing her softly beside her mouth, I said, "You're my slave, so act like it." With that, I left the room. I could feel Nyx's eyes sending daggers through my head, but I could only care less. The anger and frustration were still boiling inside me, and I knew I needed to calm down before I did something I regretted.

He was always trying to poke at me, biased and undermining the work I poured my blood and sweat into, only to dismiss it as “basic.” “Look, Professor Sly, I’ve really tried to keep up with your unpleasant attitude, and I'm tired of it. So please—” Professor Sly burst into a sarcastic laugh. “Tired of what exactly? What have you achieved so far that makes you tired? My bad, maybe tired of your position as a Luna, right? Or tired of lying, hiding that you’re a witch who eats the Alpha’s pups?” My body started shaking uncontrollably from rage. In the back of my mind, Lilly snarled at me for suppressing her; she wanted to rip his head off, but I wouldn’t let her. Ignoring him, I packed my belong

My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.