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“You have to fight this. Do not let that bastard control you. You can do it baby. Just concentrate on me. Concentrate on my voice.” Tears welled in Prince Ron's eyes. What was going on? Why was his beloved bleeding? What did Fredrick do? The ring he had been holding tightly fell to the ground as he raised his hand to the image in front of him, shocked to find it real when his palm came in contact with his beloved's cool cheek. Feeling hopeful, Zedekiel immediately leaned in, his breath ragged, and pressed his lips to Ron’s in a tender, desperate kiss. The touch was electric, a spark that cut through the fog of the spell.

Her scent filled the air as she crouched closer to him and it filled his entire nose. She whispered to him “You should have known that you are mine no matter what, I missed you terribly, as you can see” and went in for a sudden kiss. He was taken aback at her audacity that he didn’t even think of pushing her away at that second. She pressed into his lips without probing into his mouth and pushed her lips on his for some seconds before removing it. “I loved you, Draco and I still do”, she declared and stood up to her feet while Gray just watched the scenario with his mouth hung open. Whatever was happening between them was beyond what he could understand,

In the quiet corner of the mansion’s backyard garden—where lavender bloomed in thick, fragrant clusters and the breeze stirred the leaves with a lazy grace—two figures stood near an old tea table. Mr. Hans sat in silence, eyes trained on the steam rising from his porcelain teacup. Opposite him stood Jimmy, hands behind his back, his expression alert yet amiable. “So, how did she react?” Mr. Hans asked, not looking away from his tea. Jimmy inhaled slowly. “Just as you predicted, Sir. The potion had a strong effect on Lady Arabella. According to Dr. Tania… she kissed Master Harry. Multiple times.”

The room pulsed with anticipation, as the crowd's fervent cheers and applause urged the couple to seal their union with a romantic kiss. Despite his reservations, Alpha Kael knew he had to appease the crowd, even if it meant causing discomfort to those closest to him. As the Alpha for the people, he felt obligated to give them the spectacle they desired. With a hint of reluctance, he leaned in and shared a passionate French kiss with his Luna, Aurora. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, mesmerized by the display of affection. However, not everyone was pleased. Valtira's eyes blazed with fury, and she was on the verge of standing up in protest when Annie discreetly grasped her arm, hold

“I am glad to be out of that stink.” “Mmm,” she stopped and turned, taking his face between her hands. “I love you. I love you more than my heart thought it was possible to love.” As his expression softened, she rose to her tiptoes and kissed him. “Doromir,” she whispered into the kiss and tried to ease his heavy limp form to the ground when he succumbed to the spell.

Hermione appeared besides him, and before I could blink, he kissed her. There was nothing polite or chaste about it. It wasn't accidental or friendly either. The kiss didn't lack passion, like both parties were pouring their hearts and souls into. I didn't read a lot of fairytales, but I knew what this one meant. The pauper didn’t, as a matter of fact, get the prince. I didn’t…I couldn’t understand what was happening in front of me. I blinked. Not once. Not twice. But as many times as I believed will make the horror in front of me go away.

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

I say to Glinda, halting her "But these are serious allegations, Hermione!" Glinda whispers again. "... Now, look who it is..." Ketura calls, her minions cheering her. She walks over to Eros; who is seated two seats from Glinda and I, and plops her buttocks on his laps. "Little cousin, I'll show you what you can never get." She utters, grabbing Eros' face and kissing him hardly, all the while not moving her eyes from me. The whole class watch on anticipatingly, expecting me to run out in tears or something. But strangely, I felt completely normal.

Elf Trixie had spent years studying this magic that allowed him to communicate with spirit and control its power. Bishop Eloise Pawn moves forward to put the locket on Clara, but Gobi Zalika throws her wand behind her, wrapping it around her waist. She casts a spell and the air fills with a dark mist. Gobi Zalika points her wand at Eloise, forcing her to release the locket from her hand. The fog swirls around Bishop Eloise, enveloping her like the darkness of space. Gobi Zalika holds out her arms as the magic wraps around Bishop Eloise and she falls to her knees.