Top Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My heart raced with anticipation as I walked through the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. The stones felt cold beneath my feet, but I barely noticed, too consumed by the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Today was the day. Finally, after months of flirting, stolen glances, and lingering touches, Harry and I would be together. I smoothed down my black robes, hoping I looked alluring. Underneath, I wore a lacy red bra and panty set I'd purchased in Diagon Alley, just for this occasion. My skin tingled with excitement at the thought of Harry's hands roaming over my curves, stripping away the flimsy lace.

Simon boasts, slapping his fists on his chest like a gorilla. "It's fucking wrong mate, my girlfriend freaks out if I get too close to it, no way she'd let me stick my finger in it and I wouldn't want to." Harry shakes his head, reaching for his pint, a mischievous little smile crosses his face before he takes a sip. "Ey, but she loves it when I go down on her, tonguing her little clit gets her so wet it's like flying down a slip 'n' slide when I'm pounding into her."

I order him. Harry quickly pull off his briefs and hurries into the pool to part my legs and feast on my sex. Just at the fucking dying minute, Andrei appears from no where and hollers! “Don’t you dare, young man!” I visibly shake, likewise Harry. Oh…no. Daddy’s second right hand man just saw me about to be sucked. I hope he's not going to tell David. He’s not consented to me to have a boyfriend.

he said. My brows furrowed. “Do you suddenly care about me?” “If you have a scar on your face from Caelthorn–” I rolled my eyes. Of course, this was still about his pack. “Your reputation will be ruined. I understand.” *** “That was the best thing I ever watched!” Harry exclaimed. Harry was one of the cooks. He was actually from a Beta family that had been framed and exiled, and then ended up here with his parents in the Caelthorn pack.

It sent a rush of warmth through my entire being. His lips were gentle yet demanding. I moaned into the kiss, feeling his tongue delve in, tasting and sucking my lower lip like a hungry beast. Desire inside me ignited like a long-lost flame. It’s okay. This is just a dream. As our kiss deepened, I lost myself in the sweet, illicit fantasy, momentarily forgetting the complicated reality between us. “Harper,” he groaned like an injured wolf, biting my lip, and the pain jolted me awake. The pain was real.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

The three of them together on a park bench, the girl on Dorian’s lap, Lara leaning against him, forming a picture of domestic happiness that tore me apart inside. She looks happy. The thought hurt like a knife stuck in my chest, twisted slowly. “How can she be happy after everything she did?” “How can he be happy with her, after everything she did to him? After the spell, the manipulation, the kidnapping?” At night, I dreamed of the girl. The girl with black hair and grayish-green eyes, so similar to Dorian that she was almost a miniature of him. In the dreams, I approached slowly, touched the child’s face with my fingertips, and the entire world exploded in white light — a light that burned

“May I?“ Higan shifted his gaze his back to me, catching my glare. He didn't flinch, and I desperately wanted to show him that he should. “You really thought I'd buy the idea that he was just an Alpha?“ He leaned in to whisper his words in a venomous hush. “He didn’t hide it well, Harlyn. Not after that Christmas party. That show he put on? You think I really wouldn't notice?” My lips parted, but nothing came. A voice in my head overlapped with his rambling. “He'll take him away from us if we don't do something,” My Sorceress pressed in gingerly, like her own anger wasn't boiling my veins. The wind tore hot through the clearing. It stank of silver, blood, and open graves.