certher
Stories
9
Chapters
109
Words
468.5 K
Comments
32
Reading
1 d, 15 h
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The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as students moved about, eager for the upcoming Yule Ball. Harry Potter walked the castle corridors with quiet confidence. His broad shoulders and Quidditch-trained body made him stand out without trying. While other boys nervously debated who to ask, Harry wasn't worried. He knew he'd find the right girl. He just hadn’t decided who yet. As he turned a corner near the library, a soft voice caught his attention. Curious, he stepped into the shadows of a nearby…-
62.3 K • Ongoing
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The end-of-year feast in the Great Hall was as lively as ever, the air thick with the sound of clinking goblets, laughter, and the occasional explosion from Fred and George’s corner. Harry barely noticed. His plate of treacle tart sat untouched as his mind wandered back to the events of the past year. The Triwizard Tournament had left its mark especially the second task. “Harry,” Hermione’s voice broke through his thoughts, “why’s that owl staring at you?” Harry blinked. A sleek,…-
14.2 K • Completed
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Harry woke up to a warm, wet sensation on his cock. Blinking groggily, he glanced down and nearly choked on his own breath. Gabrielle was there, her blonde hair spilling over his thighs, her lips stretched around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. Her cheeks were hollowed, her tongue working against the underside of his cock as she took him deep, deeper than he thought possible. Her throat clenched around him, and the soft, wet sounds of her sucking filled the room. “Bloody hell,”…
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The kitchen smelled like heaven. Garlic, butter, something rich bubbling on the stove. Fleur moved like it was any normal evening, calm and focused as she chopped vegetables and stirred sauce. She didn’t look like a woman standing ten feet away from her little sister getting absolutely destroyed on the dining table. But she knew. And Gabrielle didn’t care. She was on top of Harry, riding him like she wanted to break him. Her ass bounced with every slam of her hips, fast and wild. Every time…
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The stairs in the Gryffindor tower creaked faintly under Harry’s weight as he made his way down, lost in thought. That was, until he saw her.. Romilda Vane, bouncing down the steps ahead of him like she didn’t have a care in the world. Or like she knew he was watching. And yeah, he was watching. Romilda’s yoga pants were doing the absolute most, clinging to her in a way that seemed almost magical though Harry doubted Professor Flitwick would approve of such spellwork. Her hips had this hypnotic…-
33.8 K • Ongoing
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