14 Results with the "Romance" genre
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Hermione’s Surrender
The words on the page hadn’t changed in twenty minutes. Hermione stared at the same paragraph of her Transfiguration notes, quill hovering, ink drying on the tip. Something about partial transformation theory. Maintaining the self while borrowing from elements. She’d read it six times and couldn’t remember a word. Her thighs pressed together under the table. She shifted, trying to find a position that didn’t make her so aware of the slick heat between her legs. Her knickers had been damp…-
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Chapter 9: Golden
Sunlight. Warm and soft, filtering through a window that hadn't been there the night before. The Room of Requirement had a sense of humour, apparently. Harry blinked awake, disoriented for half a second before memory crashed back. The dinner. The dancing. Susan underneath him, her back arching, her voice breaking on his name. That happened. That actually happened. She was still asleep. Curled against him with her head on his chest, one arm thrown across his stomach, her breathing slow against his…-
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Chapter 5 – Mystery Mirror
TRACEY: Sooo are you going to tell me your name at some point? UNKNOWN MIRROR: Depends. Are you going to tell me how you "heard" about me? TRACEY: Lmao well I actually watched you fuck Romilda on a beach in the Caribbean UNKNOWN MIRROR: I thought so haha UNKNOWN MIRROR: And... What was your review? My stomach flipped. Tracey's next reply was a moving photograph, blooming across the flip-mirror's surface. It was a self-shot of her reclining on a poolside lounger, in a hot pink bikini that…-
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Chapter 8: Starlight
The Astronomy Tower was empty. Harry had checked twice before spreading the blanket across the cold stone floor. He cast a warming charm on it, then another on the air around them, watching the magic settle into an invisible cocoon. Susan stood by the railing with her back to him, staring up at the sky, and when the wind caught her hair she tucked it behind her ear. “This is…” She turned, and the moonlight caught her face, softening everything. “Harry, this is really sweet.” “Yeah,…-
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Customs Hold
The screen on Harry’s wall flashed a warning red over Brussels. His desk was a disaster zone of scrolls and manifests, all because some idiot fucked up a shipment of darkness powder. The only light came from his desk lamp, throwing a harsh spotlight on Fleur as she bent over the other side of the massive wood surface. “The Brussels portkey logs. Run them against the customs file from today.” “Oui, Monsieur Potter.” Two weeks. That’s how long Fleur Delacour had been his secretary.…-
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