Snape Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

I cooed as he enjoyed my affection. Ironically, I named him after a Harry Potter character, but he seemed to like it. Plus, Nagini in the film was a girl, but my Nagini is a male and a familiar. Once my magic grew stronger, Nagini appeared from my magic and took a form of a snake, a cunning and sneaky creature representing the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. Another is that although they are considerably beautiful, getting close to one can cause destruction. "But-"

She stood back on wobbly knees and her fan left her scythe and she threw it at the princess. She screamed and a literal ice fire snake just came out of the atmosphere and swallowed the fan. While the snake struggled with the spinning fan cutting its fragile body in pieces, Tresicta pulled off the sleeves from her arms, most of her body red, and she transported just before Sapphire and she touched the girl.

We collapsed onto the bed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs. For the rest of the night and into the early hours of dawn, we explored each other's bodies thoroughly, missionary, doggy style, him tying me to the bed posts and driving into me with abandon. We came again and again until we were too exhausted to move. As the sun began to rise outside, Snape pulled me close and kissed me softly. "This changes nothing," he murmured against my lips. "You're still a Gryffindor brat." "And you're still a Slytherin prick," I teased back with a smile.

Seraphina turned slowly, her face the perfect portrait of surprised confusion—but her eyes burned with unspoken rage. Of course. The snake arrives to hiss. Selene’s lips curved into a poisonous smile as she walked closer, her heels clicking ominously on the path. “Oh, don’t mind me,” she purred. “I just thought it would be fun to crash the little fantasy world you two are living in. You know… since I am your mate, Kaelion.” Seraphina’s heart beat steadily, slowly. She didn't flinch. She didn’t tremble. But something inside her shifted.

Aglaura asked carefully as she and Cidippe looked at the man with fear. "Aglaura and Cidippe I'd like you to meet my good friend, Sabnac. You see, I know what you've been trying to do to Selena, and I know that you poisoned her friends. So now you're going to get a taste of your own medicine. My dear sisters, Sabnac is here to kill you." Psyche smiled at them sweetly, but they couldn't take their eyes off the man standing next to her. He smiled and looked at them menacingly

When Snare opens her eyes, they are a deep brown colour. Taking a step back, I fight to keep my balance. Snare was a man. Everything had been a game to him. “Who are you?” “My true name is Snare. Just because I can change my appearance, it does not mean my name needs to be different. You don’t need to be afraid of me, Lilah.” “Afraid? You had me kidnapped, twice. You had someone carve wolfsbane into me. They injected me. You took my canines so that I cannot mark my mate. Everything you have done is to scare me.”

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

He tried to continue with the class normally, but I noticed that he was super attentive to each of my friend’s gestures. He started with the introductions, although something told me that this was not exactly what he had planned. I knew he did it just for Primrose. He wanted to learn more about her. Frowning, I analyzed his every move. Something about him didn’t please me, not at all. Why would a sorcerer be connected to a human? It did not make sense! When it was my turn, I got up from the seat with a sarcastic smile. “I’m Sienna, I’m 17 years old, and I’m not the target of his attention so please continue.”

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.