Harry Potter Kissing Novels & Stories

Then he speaks. “Thank you all for your patience,” he says smoothly. “Allow me to introduce you to Diana—my fiancée.” The room freezes. Gasps ripple around the table. Eyes widen. Shock hangs thick in the air. And just like that— I’m no longer invisible.

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does

I swear this won’t happen again. I look up to see him; his eyes shine with a glimmer of hope and... desire? His eyes rest on my lips, and he leans in closer to me slowly, giving me time to pull away. But I don’t make a move to evade his kiss. I stay there, waiting for him to place his lips on mine. He gently places his lips on mine for a sweet, tender kiss. Then, seeing that I’m not pulling away, his kiss deepens. He pulls me closer to him, holding me tight, his hand tangling in my hair to better incline me and enjoy my mouth.

I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more. He fisted my hair in both his hands and backed me toward the sofa. When the backs of my knees hit the cushions, I began to lower myself, and he came with me most of the way until suddenly, he broke the kiss to pull back and study me. The moment my spine hit the couch with my hair splaying around my face, he grinned and set a knee between mine while burying one of his hands in my hair. He began to lower himself on top of me before stopping a few inches from contact. His gaze fell to my mouth. “What’s your favorite movie?”

Finally, after confessing what I'd kept buried for so long, my chest rises and falls rapidly as I run out of breath after admitting that… I'm crazy about my best friend's father. I close my eyes guiltily, expecting Harry to reject me, blaming it on the alcohol or saying I'm confused. Instead, I feel one of his hands gently lift my chin, caressing my face before… Something incredibly soft presses against my lips. Opening my eyes in shock, I find Harry's face right in front of mine, kissing my lips with incredible tenderness and affection...

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

He felt really big she thought. He breathed deeply as he ran his hands through her hair and then her face. He softly held her chin up closer to his face so his lips could touch her soft moisturized lips and then, he kissed her. Her lips felt so soft he couldn’t stop kissing them. Belle held him close. She ran her fingers softly through his chest as they kissed. They both stood there in the dark, on a lonely corner all by themselves, kissing passionately. It was almost as if they were the only two people in the entire world and no one else existed or even mattered.

I felt him twitch as he rode out our high. He finally broke the kiss for some air. "I thought our first time after so long would be in bed and romantic." He said with a smile. "I loved it this way much better." I gave him a quick kiss as he pulled out of me. "Our food should be cold." I giggled as I pulled my clothes on. "I will heat you a plate. And you better have enough energy because this woman wants her pony ride till she is sore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ We were like teenagers who had just fallen in love. We would be caught kissing when I was saying bye to him in the morning. Poor Maria found us so many times about to rip each other's clothes off, I swear we might give her a heart attack.

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.”

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.