Hermione Granger Kissing Ron Novels & Stories

I leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to her forehead, and then her lips. Cora took in a deep breath . Her heart racing. I felt it. And more importantly… so did Kieran. I didn’t have to turn around to see his reaction because I could feel him watching in anger, in fury. “Well, that’s new,” Ronan smirked. Selene folded her arms. “Can’t say I’m surprised. These two have been dancing around each other like a couple of idiots. I won't be surprised if they've already kissed before.” Cora finally found her voice, as she turned to glare at me.

"I really don't want this drink. But I most certainly do want you right now" Ronnie immediately froze up with the glass cup of wine in his hand, halfway to his mouth, then he clumsily set it aside and hungrily reached for her. Love slid her hands up to his chiseled shoulders and around his neck to the back of his head. It drove him wild. It was sexy as hell. "She is indeed so sexy", he thought and he knew she thought he was equally just as hot and sexy as she was. They kissed each other hard. So hard, it could even hurt because it had almost felt like they were about to eat each other out.

“Even if you hate me.” She opened her mouth to deny it. He kissed her. Hard. Deep. Desperate. Passionate. And by the gods, she kissed him back. It was heat and hot and wreaked ruin, her fingers in his hair, his hands at her waist, the bond roaring around them. When she woke, she was gasping, sweating, fists tangled in the sheets. Looking up. Ronan was standing in the doorway. Watching her. Breathing just as hard. “I felt it too,” he said.

Sleep refuses to come that night. I lie in bed staring at the high ceiling, the faint sound of laughter still echoing from the lower hall. My lips still tingle where Ron kissed me, uninvited and unexpected. My skin crawls when I remember how tightly he held me. No one has ever kissed me and held me like that before… only Gregory. That thought alone makes my chest ache. If my soul weren’t already bound to his, maybe I would have liked Ron’s kiss — he’s handsome, gentle when he wants to be, and kind in his own way. But no. I can’t shake the anger simmering inside me. He had no right. How dare he?

, 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.

The air around us seems charged with electricity and I begin to think, will he kiss me here, in front of everyone? “What is going on here?” I hear Ms. Azizen thunder as she marches into the room in a very un-ballerina-like manner. Our adoring audience scuffles into position but Adam holds my hand and raises it to his lips. Before I can let out a yelp of protest, he presses his lips to the back of my hand and staring deep into my eyes, he says, “You humble me, Gigi.” I open my mouth and close it again. I am giddy with euphoria and dizzy with love for this endearing boy standing in front of me. I wonder what he sees when he looks at me.

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

Behind her, she could feel the weight of a hundred stares, all waiting for Rhys Huxley to humiliate the woman who’d dared to claim him. She stopped before him. He didn’t move. He just looked at her with those dark, unreadable eyes. Slowly, Hermione reached up, grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and crashed her lips against his. The crowd gasped. Dean let out a low whistle. And somewhere behind her, Sarah Granger’s jaw hit the floor.

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.

He asked with his eyes widened Yeah; I said smiling and all of a sudden, he hugged me Thank you so much Lily, I love you too; he said as we hugged He unlocked from the hug and locked his lips with mine OMG! I wanted to resist because all eyes were on us but he held me tight He bite my lips softly Suddenly, we heard noises all over the car park We quickly unlocked from the kiss and everyone had gathered round us OMG! I feel so shy As they saw us unlocking from the kiss, they all clapped and there are smiles in everyones face I also smiled He held my hand and I stared into his eyes and he chuckled