Alula POV-
I was jealous.
This wasn't exactly a new thing for me when it came to Harry Potter but still...it hurt.
I saw how he would go to the dormitory with a girl.
Said girl was always supermodel material and had practically been flinging herself at him for days on end.
Her breasts would be pumped up to her ears.
Her waist unnaturally small and all in all...
Fucking sexy.
The slut would come down messy haired and flushed with a smug grin plastered on her face.
Not even two minutes would go by before Harry was back downstairs acting as if nothing was wrong.
But it was!
He was fucking someone who wasn't me!
Woah where did that come from.
I didn't want to fuck Harry Potter...did I?
Who am I kidding of course I did.
But this was life I suppose.
He doesn't even pay attention to me anymore.
Was the kiss a distraction?
Oh, wait...you kissed him.
He probably doesn't like you.
I cried myself to sleep that night. Images of an older Harry marrying a faceless women filling my head.
I despised the image...it was the definition of revolting.
That's when I decided I was going to win the ice king of Gryffindors heart.
Whether he liked it or not.
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Alula Black (Harry Potter love story)
FanfictionWhat if Sirius had a daughter? What if they met after the dementer attack? How will Harry fight the war with more than the golden trio for company? Will it all go spiralling out of control when Ginny Weasley get involved? Join Alula Black as she tri...
