Slytherin #hufflepuff Friendship Novels & Stories

— I'm not going to give spoilers, you need to read the rest of the book – he replies with an air of mystery – now it's late, time for the little wolf to go to sleep. I watch when the little bugger pouts, but nods, settling himself on the bed. "Do you think witches are good Scalet?" – I roll my eyes, remembering an old wizard friend who is simply unbearably cold, I think that's why we can be considered "friends". — I think some are, well, Harry is very kind and brave – I frown and decide to end this whole session of compliments on that Harry. I walk in and don't wait for them to say a word before pulling my mate to my shoulder leaving her gaping at my action.

"In short words? Slytheryn and Gryffindor are always at each other's necks, Ravenclaw is 'too smart' to mix, Hufflepuff sticks to themselves. At least it was like that 20 year ago." The other Aurors agree with the Director. *sigh* "I think we will see an increase in inter-houses interactions from now on." Erik said after a sigh. He walks to the male dormitory's stairs and calls back. "Let's get going. We have multiple results here, Professor Snape, Aurors. Unspeakables, if you guys can lend us a hand to speed up the process." Erik climbs the stairs with the group, walks through the corridor and stops by a door with a plaque that reads '2nd Year' on it, waiting for the rest of the group to ar

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

always acting thoughtlessly before considering the other person’s feelings. “He’s just a friend,” is the reply I give to his question, probably unconvincingly. Well, it’s not completely a lie. We are friends; it's not like he's my boyfriend or anything. Before I know it, we’re already at the top of the third flight of stairs. The night we had felt like a mediocre date, ending in the guy walking me to my door with hopes of coming inside. The sexual attraction certainly was there, although mentally it felt like we were not on the same page. Suddenly I feel nervous.

What kept me stable. Natalie's party was going to be a blast. The teen was a Potterhead like I've never seen before. She'd showed me pictures of her room on her phone. Everything was done in Hufflepuff's black and yellow. She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles.

Sisily gestured at me. "Sure," I shrugged my shoulders, smiling and I grabbed one also before I left with nothing. "Well, we have maths and gym together." Aidan said. Sisily arched her brows, "Are you following us?" " I saw you too in history class. I can be your friend, right?" Disappointment washed over his face. "I just wanted to know. Nothing else." When his sadness didn't waver, she rolled her eyes. "Yes, you can be our friend. Don't forget her brothers are alphas. They would smash you if you dare to trick us."

Then again, we look so similar that he can’t deny the presence of celestial magic. “A pleasure to meet you, Alpha,” Layla says, bowing low. I have to suppress a laugh at her performance of respect. Layla never talks to anyone like that, not even her own Alpha. But she knows how to work a situation, and she won’t let her irreverent personality put anyone at risk. “What have you got to tell us about this so called friendship spell and love song?” “In many ways, friendship and love are one and the same,” Layla says. “When this inscription was made, it could have been an attempt to bring the two families together as friends, or in the manner of siblings.”

I already know what he wanted to say, but I would still listen to him. We move towards the stairs in a quiet atmosphere. When we happen to reach the staircase, we turn towards each other and just stare at each other. I dread hearing what he had to say, but I would hear my closest friend out. “Congratulations on finally accepting the bond,” he said and leaving me shocked. My friend was a purest for Vampires, he has never accepted wolfs, witches, and vampire's interspecies relationships. “Thank you, my Friend. I was really worried about you not accepting us, because she is not one hundred percent Vampire.” I confided to my best friend. “I hope you can both get along and accept each other. I lo

HEY! Someone let out from behind, we looked back to see, Harriet. He’s in the same grade as us. We have known him since grade 7, when they moved into the pack house. No one wants to be his friend, as he’s nerdy, and high school students prefer to be buddies with cool and rich students. He’s a dish with big glasses and has a huge crush on Fleur. But the poor soul never had the guts to confess, but one can see in his eyes, how much he loves and adores her. Wish they were mates.

Not only were they popular, they were the most handsome of all the guys in Gryffindor. To think they where my brothers. I shrugged it off, like it was some forbidden thought. "Gryffindor is made from a long line of royalties. It's like a generational thing." I told her. "I'm mostly confused about it myself." "I'm sure I won't get confused." She replied, doing the high plank . "You've met walker?" I asked her. "I have. We technically bumped into each other in the worst ways ever." She replied. I grinned, knowing what walker was capable of.