Harry And Hermione Kiss Novels & Stories

The veil offers a tantalizing glimpse of her face, its delicate silk fabric adorned with intricate baroque embroidery that matches the regal blue of her dress. My gaze lingers on her creamy shoulders, and anticipation builds within me for tonight. We exchange vows and rings, and when the officiant says, "You may kiss the bride," I move swiftly, having anticipated this moment all day. With one sweeping motion, I unveil Hermione's face and capture her lips in mine. Our kiss is intense, a silent communication of our desires and the fiery passion that awaits us tonight. Applause erupts behind us as we kiss deeply, our lips moving in perfect sync.

, Harry said and leaned in closer. Harry's eyes were filled with sincerity as he leaned in closer, his breath warm and sweet. He gently cupped Anastasia's face, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of her jaw. Time seemed to stand still as he closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. It was soft and slow, full of unspoken emotions and promises. Harry's kiss conveyed his deep affection and longing, every touch a testament to the love he professed. Anastasia felt her heart melt as she responded, the world around them fading away, leaving just the two of them in a moment of pure, undeniable connection.

Maybe I'm misinterpreting what I perceive. The intense kiss between her and Harry continued even after I rubbed my eyes for the second time. How is this even possible? She didn't even bother to open her eyes to look at her office because she was so preoccupied with kissing Harry. She tried to bring him closer by clutching his hair in one hand and squeezing his hips with the other. Yes, that hurts me. I admit that I am already aware of their relationship, but it still upsets me to witness her kissing Harry right in front of me.

That piece of information has left us completely dumbfounded, and Hermione is the one who just pulled up in her high-performance automobile. She came to a stop, brought the car to a stop in front of us, and then exited the vehicle while she was wearing sunglasses and looking excessively fashionable. She only gives him a fleeting glance before moving on. “Oh my, Blake!” she began to approach him and eventually grasped his hand as she got closer to him. They started kissing each other right in front of me at that same moment, and while they were doing so, he put his hand on her cheeks. He mutters, “I miss you . . .”

He called her name deeply, and it sent a shiver down her spine. Elsa didn't respond with words. She approached him, each step she took was filled with anxiety and desire. When she was close enough, she stood in front of him, looking straight into his eyes. "Help me forget." She whispered, and he almost didn't catch it. Harry did not waste any time for the moment he's been waiting for. He stood up from his seat, yanking Elsa by his waist until their bodies collided. He breathed heavily, his hold on her was possessive and hungry. He couldn't contain himself anymore and smashed their lips together in a hungry kiss. And it's as if something exploded around them.

Harry finds his release and then lays down on the floor on his back trying to recover his breath. I lay down next to him and he pulls me towards him. My head resting on his chest while we both fight for air. “I love you” - Harry says and I support my weight on my elbow and I look at him. “I love you too” - I say and he kisses the tip of my nose.

Harry let go of her and once again fall to the ground. Ojaswi tried to run but he pulled her leg and made her fall hard on her face. She tried to get up, but Harry reached out for her and flipped her around. He then gripped both hands and pinned her on the ground. “Leave me…” she yelled. With a victorious smile on his face, Harry leaned closer to her. “Not until I check my fertility with you right now and right here.” “Leave…” she yelled. Harry got close to her and tried to kiss her lips but she hastily looked away. He leaned closer and closer to her. Her heart was beating out loud and she had just one name echoing on her head, “Shishir…”

She paused, moaning as she twirled around in circles. "Jackie!" Nat nudged me. "Spill. Now. It's not everyday you get to kiss The Enzo Hernandez. You must feel like a changed woman, don't you?" She winked. My brows furrowed in confusion. "Who?" I knew they were talking about the kiss at the café, but I had never heard that name in my life.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.