34 Results with the "Short Story" genre
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Liquid Luck (Harry/Fleur)
"Harry! I hope I am not interrupting." Fleur Delacour, or Fleur Weasley as she was technically called these days, was standing on the front step of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, holding a leather folio in one hand and looking like she'd just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Which was unfair, really, because it was half seven on a Thursday evening and Harry was wearing joggers with a hole in the knee and had pasta sauce on his shirt. "Not at all," he said, stepping aside to let her in. "Bill…-
90.8 K • Ongoing
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Chapter 8: Group Study
Harry walked into the library. A couple students sat up front doing homework or whatever. He headed to the back tables. Alice sat in a corner pretending to read. She wasn’t even looking at the page, just drumming her fingers on the wood until she spotted him, then she straightened up. “Hi.” Christ, she sounded out of breath already. Harry set his bag down and sat across from her. She had her shirt unbuttoned just enough that he could see black lace underneath, and her tits pressing against…-
30.6 K • Hiatus
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Chapter 6: Proper Dicking
They walked through the corridor in a loose pack, shoulders brushing, boots tapping against stone. Harry stayed in the middle, letting Dean and Seamus trade jabs about who was gonna screw up first. Harry just wanted to wave his wand at something and have it actually do something. Ollivander had said it was a perfect match. Eleven inches, holly and phoenix feather. All that talk about great power, deep connection, whatever. The Charms classroom sat at the end of the hall, wide double doors slightly…-
30.6 K • Hiatus
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Chapter 3: A Veela’s Hunger
The morning sunlight bathed the cozy kitchen of Shell Cottage in a warm glow. Fleur Delacour Weasley moved gracefully between the stove and the small wooden table. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the rich aroma of sizzling eggs and buttered toast. She hummed softly under her breath, her movements fluid and elegant even in the simplicity of her routine.Bill sat at the table, his face partially obscured by the Daily Prophet. His hair, once wild and rakish, was now neatly tied back, with faint…-
25.8 K • Completed
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Advanced Studies (Harry/Fleur)
The quill scratched against parchment in the quiet of Harry’s office, a rhythmic sound that had become the soundtrack to his evenings. Mark. Grade. Next. He’d been at it for hours, working through a stack of essays that all said the same thing in slightly different words. Switching Spells, chapter twelve, regurgitated with varying degrees of competence. Harry set down his quill and pressed his fingers against his eyes, trying to ease the dull ache building behind them. The candle on his desk had…-
90.8 K • Ongoing
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