Harry Potter Ron And Hermione Kiss Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

“Right?” Irwin’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice breaking. Dorian’s hand moved to her hair, his fingers tangling in the golden strands as he pulled her closer. His lips crashed against hers, a desperate and passionate kiss that seemed to silence all the questions and fears swirling between them. Irwin melted into him, her hands sliding up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingers. For a moment, everything else faded away. The tension, the pain, the uncertainty—it all disappeared, replaced by a connection that was raw and undeniable.

He had taken all of them when he kissed me. This time my mind was set alight with images of what could go on behind closed doors that night. My legs shook, and it took me a long minute before I could walk back up to my bedroom. …

"Don't say that, I don't want to hear it anymore we are rich, you and me! There is no poor person among us." Without a word, he drew closer, gently placing a hand on my cheek, his touch both comforting and burning. Romain brought his lips to mine for a soft kiss, hesitant at first, but which quickly transformed into a flamboyant declaration of passion. His hands explored my arms, tracing imaginary curves that awakened a deep desire within me.

“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.

One of his elbow was resting on the sofa’s arm rest while his other hand lay on his lap, tapping his fingers on them impatiently for some reason, not to mention his jawlines locked with a hard expression on his face. “See, simple. Now let’s play again.” Lianna finally broke the ice and motioned me to get back in the circle and I did as I was told, slightly wiping her spit away from my neck. Ugh, now I had to take a bath in holy water for the next two months. “Dare.” Raymond grinned confidently. “Kiss Edward,” one of the girls said and my eyes widened in shock as I looked at Edward and Raymond look at each other in disgust. “On the lips.”

A wicket smile appeared on me before I allowed our mouths to join in an intense kiss. I inhaled his scent and pressed my bottom to him, enjoying his tongue in my mouth. I knew this was forbidden, and it made it even sweeter. I knew this was public, and it made it even more thrilling. My wild side thought I can even make sex with him then and there, and it will be just fine with everybody. I had no idea how long we kissed, a minute, ten minutes...it was until he moved to deprive me of his touch. I opened my eyes and looked around at the happy faces of the cheering group.

she gritted her teeth. “They might. Besides, this is good practice. Our first argument as a couple. How exciting!” The errant wind constantly blew her hair, and it was framing her face beautifully. Leo brushed some stray strands out of her face. “Don’t overdo it.” She tried to dodge but by doing that, Leo’s palm rested on her face even more and from where their three audiences were sitting, it looked like he was cupping her face. “Ah, young love,” muttered Grandma Zeri.

Because the look on his face, made it all obvious that they were going to do more than talk. When the last of his friends finally left and closed the door shut behind them, Ronan snapped his head to look at Ronan, then pressed him to a wall. "Tell me you think about Jeremy when I do this." Then he kissed O'Connell before he could give him a reply. Ronan kissed him possesively, grabbing hold of his neck, and giving it a gentle massage as he attacked O'Connell's mouth with his. "Ro..." O'Connell could barely call his name, he was already burning with so much desire for the boy.