Dementor's Kiss Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

I'm lost in his gaze, forgetting how to breathe. Aiden leans closer, his thick thumb brushing against my parted, swollen lips. "I want to kiss you badly, Hermione," he whispers, his eyes ensnaring me in their depths. His voice is low and sensual, making my stomach quiver. He maintains his caress on my mouth, eliciting subtle sighs and sending shivers coursing through my body. "I want to kiss you so badly that you'll forget your name," he murmurs. "All you'll feel is the pleasure I feed you, the desire I spark within you." His mouth captures mine briefly, and I gasp his name, the contact too fleeting. A satisfied grin curves Aiden's mouth. "You'll chant my name, Hermione," he promises, his vo

She was almost gasping for air. "That's the kiss I ordered. Not that lame kiss of yours," Draco said in a deep and baritone voice.

Djena He kisses me passionately, his tongue slips inside my mouth, he finds mine and captures it, teasing it, biting it gently. With exquisite slowness, he regained control, slipping between my thighs with a determination that was both gentle and imperious. He sinks into me with deliberate slowness; I feel every part of his length invading me little by little: he is so huge! Bigger than Jack! Oh my God, he's going to tear me apart. He fills me completely.

Damon didn’t sleep. Again. The sheets still smelled like her. Or maybe it was a memory. Either way, it strangled him. That kiss… It was nothing like before. It wasn’t love. It was punishment. And God help him—he wanted more of it. His lips still burned with the weight of her mouth. Her breath. Her words. “This kiss isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.” He replayed it a thousand times. And every time it ended the same — with her pulling away. And him… standing in the middle of everything he broke.

I gave him a serene, quiet smile. “I’ll see you to your chambers?” he asked softly, his hand brushing against the doorframe. I nodded. “Yes,” I murmured. Then, on instinct, I leaned forward and pressed my lips lightly to his. A soft, deliberate kiss—one that promised interest and connection without revealing the thoughts I kept hidden. Kael froze, dark eyes widening. I pulled back slightly, letting the kiss linger in his memory. His hand rose to his lips, brushing over them, as though confirming what had just happened.

He tensed for a moment before his hands flew to my hips, gripping me tightly as he kissed me back with fervor. His tongue delved into my mouth, stroking against mine, and I moaned at the taste of him, dark and rich like fine liquor. Snape pulled back after a long moment, his chest heaving. "I don't do games, Miss Granger," he said roughly. "If you're here for a lesson in potions… and pleasure… then we shall begin." He pulled me inside and slammed the door shut. Then he had me pressed against the wall, hands roaming over my body as he claimed my mouth again in a hungry kiss. I arched into his touch, craving more.

I kissed him because I had forfeited my right to stand alone. Dmitri’s reaction was immediate and overwhelmingly complete. For a fraction of a second, I felt his sharp, consuming surprise, and then his hand shot up, abandoning the ledger to cup the back of my head. His grip was fiercely possessive, pulling me flush against his face, deepening the kiss with a devastating, consuming need that mirrored the unspoken terror he had confessed to me. He wasn't taking pleasure; he was accepting the offering.

Kira asked, as Dimitri threw off his underwear too on the floor and joined her inside the sheet. “She can, but only with direct sedatives, the ones that are like sleep potions, but the ones she adds in other potions, not so much,” he spoke as he lay beside her and held her face. “I am going to kiss you now,” he added. “No…” Kira shook her head. And Dimitri closed his eyes. Why – oh – why she has to make things difficult? “You said, I left you so I should kiss you, so,” Kira whispered and she placed her lips firmly on his, and kissed him deeply.