Hermione Granger Kissing Novels & Stories

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my

I kiss him ,my one hand holding his torso and other in his hair. Harry's thumbs grazes my lips which are swollen after the kiss but then he suddenly takes the spatula to flip the pancakes. I sit still and cross my legs on the countertop while harry gets the plates to place the pancakes. He gets the maple syrup and chocolate syrup for me specially to pour over my pancakes and starts the coffeemaker for coffee.

I finally said that I slept with Samil, but that I couldn't even name that thing we had, a real relationship. “Granny… I don't know what to do,” I whined over the phone. “I'm going to kick his butt if he doesn't change his actions soon! How dare he treat my Granddaughter like that!” she fumed. “But Kass… weren't you two kissing? What about the spell?!” Kira called agitated. “I don't know… I don't feel any different. Does it mean the spell didn't work? How will I know if it worked or not?” I asked, confused.

He kissed her forehead. "If I don't come back," he said, "I want you to know that these three years were the best years of my life. Because they were the years I got to love you. Not as a weapon. Not as a spy. Just as you. Just as the woman who chose vulnerability over power." Lena couldn't speak. Couldn't do anything except hold him. "Come back with me," she whispered. "I will," Dominic said. "We both will." But as they held each other in the darkness of the facility, Lena understood the truth that no one was saying out loud:

Christopher smiled back and took the other guy’s hand before pulling him close and kissing him. On the mouth. “Oh,” I said, drawing to a stop. Oh, no. Christopher Elton was already taken.

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

For making me feel……no, Charlotte Don’t go there. “Speaking of being drawn in,” the host says quickly, clapping her hands together, “we have to talk about the kiss.” My entire body tenses. Of course…. “We have replayed it a hundred times already.” She continues with a grin, “But the world wants to know… what was going through your minds in that moment?” Nothing…. Everything. Chaos. Heat. Him. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out……not even a squeak. Because how do I explain something I don’t even understand?

I often forget that it is even Byron and not really Hades the Greek God standing there. *Byron* "How were the rules again, Harry ? I only lose this if I kiss her passionately first right ?" I look at Harry, sitting across the table... but I am eyeing Alicia at the other table too. It is lunch break and I know she can easily hear everything I say, which is also my intent ... I am trying to wind her up a bit. Harry swallows his food. "Yup, even though I am a little confused on the essence of a passionate kiss … does it involve tongue ? Or some kind of heated moaning ?"

*** Few minutes later I exit mom's room. She's currently asleep. Her tears really drained her. I chuckle. Typical mom. I turn around. A firm grip unexpectedly spin and slam me hard against the wall. I wince. Hermione!. Her tight grip gradually shrink my perfect jaw. "What are your intentions with Ron and his female rescurer?" She questions. I gasp. She knows?. How?!.

Why couldn't she stop her heart from going a million miles a minute every time his lips touched hers? "This doesn't make us look suspicious at all," she whispered to Aaron, trying to get away from him. "What part of no evidence did you not get?" Aaron asked with a grin, looking into her unusually nervous eyes. Keira Dormer wasn't unnerved by people. No matter what kind of trouble they got into, she didn't care. He could and had therefore deduced that it must be him she was reacting to. The satisfaction he got from her reaction to his little kiss, considering what they were probably about to do, was on full display. He tightened his hold on her, pulled her closer, reached out to her chest and