Harry And Hermione Kiss Novels & Stories

But the couple had flown away from each other, their faces as red as the bottom of my Louboutin heels. “Luna, I did not see you there,” Harry said, a nervous smile on his face. Hilda looked worse off, her professional mask gone. I could swear that there were tears in her eyes. I sighed and walked to her. Her entire body shivered, her head down in front of her. “I am sorry for…I deserve any punishment you will give me,” she whispered. “This is because of my–” “Was the kiss good?” I asked. Her head raised, her eyes searching my face for the meaning of the question.

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

He was gorgeous. "Hermione," he breathed, green eyes raking over me hungrily. "You came." "I told you I would," I replied, voice husky with desire. "May I come in?" Harry stepped aside, allowing me to enter. The room was filled with plush couches and flickering candles, creating an intimate atmosphere. Soft music played in the background. As soon as the door closed behind me, Harry pulled me into his arms. His lips crashed against mine in a searing kiss, tongue delving into my mouth.

Behind her, she could feel the weight of a hundred stares, all waiting for Rhys Huxley to humiliate the woman who’d dared to claim him. She stopped before him. He didn’t move. He just looked at her with those dark, unreadable eyes. Slowly, Hermione reached up, grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and crashed her lips against his. The crowd gasped. Dean let out a low whistle. And somewhere behind her, Sarah Granger’s jaw hit the floor.

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.

In his elated moment, he saw his future, and Eric and Leo were in it. “I love you”, Eric whispered in his ears, and he couldn't help but smile. He turned to face him, “I love you too”, Harry said, and Eric went in for a kiss, their naked bodies still tangled together.

"And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

When Felix suddenly held his hand, so he stopped for a moment, and he slowly looked up at his face only to realize that they were so close to each other that he could almost feel his breathing. They both fell silent and Felix slowly lowered his face to Harry's lips where he kissed him for the second time. Harry didn't flinch or avoid him, instead, he closed his eyes and put one of his hands on the back of Felix's head. Because of that, he was surprised and didn't expect him to accept his kiss from him, so he suddenly stopped and stare into his eyes in shock.

It’s not until I turn to Harry with a huge grin on my face that he removes his hands from his mouth and lets out a huge cheer. “You did it!” He says, sounding elated. He picks me up in a hug and spins me around the room, being careful of the bench and other items in the room after I lectured him so much last time. “They turned out perfectly.” I beam at him. Since he picked me up, our heads are actually nearly at the same height for once, and without a single thought or moments hesitation, I link my arms around his neck, pull him closer and kiss him. I want to blame the excitement, the heat of the moment or even his magic which I can pretty much always feel simmering through me, but if I am b

I yelled. "Your heart belongs to me, I won't allow anything to happen to them till my death." Harry said in the darkness, and the light was started to blink one by one. I felt his presence behind me and felt him sliding something around my neck. He barely touched my shoulder blade and whispered in my ear. "Keep them with you until I make you officially mine". A light turned on and I heard heavy applause from the bunch of peoples while he kissing me on the top of my forehead, the kiss projected all of his love and affection. Then I realized we are standing on the stage where the people are sitting in front of us in the chair.