Harrypotterxthefloor Stories

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚. 𝑰𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑻𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴𝔂 (𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓴𝔂). (jk, it's family friendly.. mostly). Yes, you did read that correctly, Harry, (yes, Potter) X The Floor DISCLAIMER: This is an original "story", if you can even call it that, written by me 😂 Enjoy. I wrote this many moons ago, my apologies for the dastardly absurd offense I have written 😂. New description because the old one was truly horrid. (Henry).

Married and matured, Harry finds himself once more tempted by the glorious species of floor. The only problem? Harry is tied down.. literally. With four kids and triplets on the way, Harry is drowning in responsibility when she enters his life. When he's with her, the worries of fatherhood, mortgages and committments seem to melt away. But does she have an ulterior motive? (Yes, of course she does). This is the sequel, after all. Honestly, this is most probably/likely the least original, most generic and predictable thig I have ever written.