Harry Potter Kissing Novels & Stories

Because how do I explain something I don’t even understand? His hand shifts, slides slightly higher, unroll it, resting just above my knees. My breath stutters. No one. notices, but I do. Oh, I do. “Spontaneity.” He says before I can speak. The word is calm, controlled, like that moment wants anything more than a witch encounter. I swear I was spelled. Someone hexed me in some third-dimensional realm, forcing me to slam my lips against his clam-like ones. ‘If clams could kiss like him….’ No….no, Charlotte.

His voice was a low, gravelly rasp that made the hair on my arms stand up. ​I shook my head. "No." ​I reached out, pulling the fabric of his shirt in my hands, and pulled him down. Before he could say another word, I pressed my lips against his. ​I just kissed the hockey captain.

“I’m sorry Chula…did I wake you?” I shook my head. “No” I replied nervously, knowing we had an audience. Then he bent down and planted a kiss on my mouth right there, his lips lingering more than a little kiss should. It felt like he was torn between two options. Harry cleared his throat to let us know he was still there. I stiffened. “What is it, Harry? Why are you in my room so early?” He asked, his face still glued to mine, searching me, and licking his lips .

She stands from the table and sits on his laps , making him hold her tightly. Harry is carried away by her display of affection and they fall into and locked up kiss , looking deep into each others eyes end and holding each other tightly. Agatha works in suddenly without knocking, and finds them kissing each other. They quickly pull out." Have you gone knots,can't you knock? ",shouted Harry ."I'm so sorry sir" Agatha replied, quickly turning back to leave the room ." Please come down honey", said Bianca "you can come in now Agatha and take out the plates, please do ensure you knock next time", Bianca added.

She could smell Harry's fragrant breath and felt its delicate lips all the rage. She was unable to move as though she was iced with anxiety and she recently felt that Harry had quit kissing her, and Harry gave her a red rose and grinned at her. He then got back to the stage and sang. While Arosh stayed shocked and couldn't completely accept that what had occurred? Watchers were stunned to observe Harry kiss Arosh. They were completely stunned and amazed at what Harry had done. Then they were excited when Harry gave a bloom to Arosh and even Fanky was really excited it was for Arosh.

"Can I kiss you?" Asked Mr. Harold, the Mathematics teacher who has been the subject of lusty daydreaming of my best friend, Zetta, and other female students. “Eh? Nooooo!” I answered nervously. We are in the gym. "Why?" He asked he dared to ask?! Duh!

I grip his hand, letting him pull me down the trail. Nerves flutter in my stomach, fingers quivering as I walk steadily along the path, trying not to stumble over and into the river below. The sound of the waterfall we walk toward roars in my ears, allowing my hurried breaths to go unnoticed to my recent boyfriend. This is going to be my first kiss. I've finally graduated high school only yesterday, and to celebrate, Alec has taken me down to the local waterfall to kiss me. We have been talking about this for weeks now, and it's finally happening with nothing to interrupt us.

It means a great deal to me! ＊ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ "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.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

Ella said firmly. "And guess what?" Ella said to them, there was no way she'd keep quiet now, she'd make sure to hurt them back. "We just kissed, yes and you see this mark here..." She pointed at the hickey on her collarbone. "That's the Death lords!" She spat out with a victorious smile on her face. "Are you showing off right now?" Lauren asked. "Stop lieing, the Death lord wouldn't kiss you, maybe one of those guards at the gate gave you that, don't you think girls?" Lauren asked.