Hermione Granger Kissing Novels & Stories

, Harry said and leaned in closer. Harry's eyes were filled with sincerity as he leaned in closer, his breath warm and sweet. He gently cupped Anastasia's face, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of her jaw. Time seemed to stand still as he closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. It was soft and slow, full of unspoken emotions and promises. Harry's kiss conveyed his deep affection and longing, every touch a testament to the love he professed. Anastasia felt her heart melt as she responded, the world around them fading away, leaving just the two of them in a moment of pure, undeniable connection.

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.

He tilts his head slightly, concern etched on his face. "No," I breathe, raking my fingers through my hair and exhaling sharply. A thoughtful look crosses Xavier's face as he watches me. "Do you like him, Hermione?" I glower, my anger and frustration boiling over. "No." "You're denying it. Your face is flushed. He definitely kissed you," he gestures to my mouth. "That's why you're like this." I pinch my lips together, feeling a wave of heat wash over my face. It wasn't even a real kiss – just a fleeting brush of his lips against mine. Yet, my lips tingle, and I inhale shakily, tasting the beer flavor and scent on my tongue.

I say to Glinda, halting her "But these are serious allegations, Hermione!" Glinda whispers again. "... Now, look who it is..." Ketura calls, her minions cheering her. She walks over to Eros; who is seated two seats from Glinda and I, and plops her buttocks on his laps. "Little cousin, I'll show you what you can never get." She utters, grabbing Eros' face and kissing him hardly, all the while not moving her eyes from me. The whole class watch on anticipatingly, expecting me to run out in tears or something. But strangely, I felt completely normal.

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.

Someone nearby turned their screen outward for their friend to see, and the image flashed across my vision anyway. Two girls kissing. One sitting in another girl’s lap at what looked like a party. Dim lights. Blurry background. But the faces? Clear enough. A sharp breath caught in my throat. Because one of the girls was Lily. “Oh my God,” someone whispered nearby. “Isn’t that Ava’s friend?” “Wait— seriously?” “No wonder she acts weird around girls.” Lily’s grip on my arm loosened slowly. I turned toward her immediately. Her face had gone pale. Not embarrassed pale, terrified pale.

Belle’s heart was racing faster than it had ever done before. She couldn’t believe what was happening. He was taller than her and she loves a man who was taller than her. Ronnie’s brain reeled from sensory overload. Belle’s honeysuckle scent,her red velvet lips, shoved him to the brink. It had been a long time. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman the way he wanted her. He leaned forward, looking into her eyes, he whispered in her ear with a soft voice; “Can i kiss you?” Belle was almost trembling but not because she was afraid. It was because she had waited for this moment and it was finally happening.

I held my breath and tried to push her hands away. When I heard her quietly crying, my hands stopped. Then, Jade turned to face me and kissed me suddenly. Warm breath was near my lips. For a moment, I forgot to push her away. Jade took the chance and wanted more. I quickly pushed her and slapped her hard. We both breathed fast after stepping apart. All we could hear was our breathing. People nearby whispered. “You’re crazy!” Jade covered her face but smiled happily. “Then, just think I’m crazy.”

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

“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.