Harry Potter Kissing Novels & Stories

The air around us seems charged with electricity and I begin to think, will he kiss me here, in front of everyone? “What is going on here?” I hear Ms. Azizen thunder as she marches into the room in a very un-ballerina-like manner. Our adoring audience scuffles into position but Adam holds my hand and raises it to his lips. Before I can let out a yelp of protest, he presses his lips to the back of my hand and staring deep into my eyes, he says, “You humble me, Gigi.” I open my mouth and close it again. I am giddy with euphoria and dizzy with love for this endearing boy standing in front of me. I wonder what he sees when he looks at me.

He uttered all of a sudden. Damn, I don't know what he is doing but I don't think I can stand this anymore. I closed my eyes tightly and the moment I opened my eyes again I realized that Mr. Woods is really something special for me. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist.

All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses. Dean's hands flew all over me, touching me in places I hadn't been touched in quite a while. I felt the lust coursing through his body as he tugged at my shirt, and I wanted more. I wanted it so badly that I found myself jumping up and wrapping my legs around him before he even had the chance to remove my shirt. His hands grabbed me around the waist and held me up as we passionately kissed each other. My fingers went to the bottom of his ripped t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

He says over my lips. I smile. “And I like kissing you more only if your lips don’t taste like tobacco.” Harry chuckles his throat, “I am sorry but don’t worry I am not really a smoker.” “Well good because I don’t want to taste tobacco all the time.” He smiles, “I’m sorry.” I shake my head sideways, “Harry?” I call out as I push his hair behind his ear and he looked at me with his attentive emerald eyes. “Yes sweet cheeks?” He plants a kiss on my right cheek while I feel his palm rubbing over my side.

“W-what?!” “Last night. You drank Grandpa’s potion, didn’t you?” he said evenly. “It reacted weirdly in your body. You came up to me. Said I was handsome. Touched my face. Then…” he raised a brow, “you kissed me. On the cheek. The chin. The neck.” Arabella covered her face with both hands, feeling like her whole head might explode. “Oh my God… I actually…?!” Harry gave a slow nod. “You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

A kiss that says shut the fuck up and let the dead be dead. After a minute, Anna complained, "What the hell was that?" With the way he stared at her, she wondered if he felt what she felt. "The what? The kiss?" Harry's eyes softened and gave her a lopsided grin and brought his fingertips up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't be shy, sweet. They won't mind it." He winked.

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.

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.

She was scared and could barely behold his deep blue gaze. Harry kissed her all of a sudden with his smoke filled mouth. Although she hated the smell of smoke, she couldn't help but drown in his sullen and passionate kiss, sucking on earth other's lios and swallowing their tongues in the process. The kissing lasted for three minutes after which Harry let her go. Debby pulled away at once and blushed greatly. She couldn't understand what was going on with Harry. This man whi hates her, what is he up to this time?

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”