Harry Kissing Hermione Novels & Stories

I kiss the scowl off her face, and she goes pliant in my arms. "What do you want, Aiden?" Hermione murmurs as I brush kisses over her eyebrow. "This is torture. Is this payback?" I capture her mouth, taking my time to explore her taste with slow, languid kisses. Hermione's back arches off the bed with a soft moan. She presses her body against mine, her slender fingers tangling through my hair. We both moan in unison, our bodies shivering with pent-up desire. This time, Hermione breaks off the kiss first, turning her face away. We're both gasping for air, our bodies craving more.

He slowly placed his large palms on her small cheeks rubbing his thumbs to wipe her tears. He kissed her with full of care making her hold his shirt. Her small hands fisted in a tight grip as she finally let herself melt away. Her lips for the first time moved along with his. Harry's eyes snapped open as he stopped the kiss for few seconds. He wasn't expecting her to kiss him back. Watching her eyes closed and her wet eyelashes touching his skin he slowly shut his eyes as well. Wrapping one arm around her waist he pulled her closer once again making her stand up on his boots and moved his head forward to deepen the kiss. Her hands on their own went upward and got entangled around his neck.

Harry…" He swallowed hard, his forehead pressed against hers. "I don’t care what happens to me. Just promise me one thing…" Her breath hitched. "What?" "Don’t forget me." Ivy squeezed her eyes shut. "How could I?" Harry cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "One last time..." His voice was barely above a whisper. Ivy didn’t hesitate. She surged forward, crashing her lips onto his, pouring every emotion into that kiss—fear, desperation, love, and the unbearable ache of goodbye. Harry kissed her back just as fiercely, his hands gripping her like he never wanted to let go.

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 . . .”

" Harry looked towards the next table, making eye contact with Jisoo. They smiled at each other, and Jisoo couldn't help but go over to their table. She sat next to Harry, greeting everyone. "Harry," Jisoo said and unexpectedly gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. Both blushed crimson. " I liked that," Harry sighed, and Jisoo smiled. " How beautiful!" Harrison exclaimed, imitating a girl, and they all laughed. "Finally... they're kissing." " I've wanted to do that for a long time," Jisoo confessed, unexpectedly. She was always a bit shy. "Katherina... helped me gain the confidence to go for it.

She looked up with sparkling eyes looking extremely adorable, "Harry... would you... stay here with me tonight?" One strap of her dress hung down her arm, revealing her smooth white shoulder blades. Harry looked a little bewildered at his large hand being held by her, but less than two seconds later, he leaned over and hugged her small body, gently pulled down another strap of her dress, and began to kiss her. His kiss today was no longer violent and urgent, but gentle as if he was cradling his treasure. He sucked Emma's lips and then entered and wrapped her hot tongue. She coordinated to wrap her arms around his neck, making their bodies stick together.

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.

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.

Hermione moaned into his mouth, her hands fisting in his hair as she surrendered to the passion that had been simmering between them for weeks. Without breaking the kiss, Viktor guided Hermione to her feet and backed her up against a bookshelf, his body pressing her into the shelves. He deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding herself against the hard length of his arousal. Viktor's hands roamed her body, tugging at her shirt, his fingers seeking the warm skin beneath. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh until Hermione was writhing against him

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.