Wbwl Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“What the hell is this?” My fingers tremble, my pulse slamming through my wrists as if my body is trying to warn me of a collapse. Harry looks right at me with that infuriating brow arched, Viv leaning her head against his shoulder, and they both stare at me with all the warmth of a dead snake. “I mean, I’m actually concerned now, babe…” she mutters with a mock pout. “Has she always been this slow to pick up on things?” Harry nods with an exaggerated sigh, like this is all too tiresome for his mighty intellect. “I’m starting to think she’s just… stupid.”