Novel & Cerita Hermione Kiss Ron

His face was unreadable emotion but his eyes burned with a fire that was impossible to ignore. For a moment, I faltered. My heart skipped a beat and I almost turned towards him. But then, Ronan tightened his grip around my waist. His thumb brushed against my hip in an almost possessive way. I had to keep playing. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I turned to Ronan, cupped his cheeks in my hands, and said, “Kiss me.” He hesitated for only a second before he leaned in. His lips found mine in a soft kiss that quickly deepened. I kissed him back with everything I had.

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.

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.

Dorian Ashford's hand, which had been wandering on her back, now ventured towards the hem of her short skirt, moving inside. Cordelia Locke made a sound, and her body softened in Dorian Ashford's arms. The two shamelessly started kissing passionately in front of Ronan! People in the meeting room frowned; what were these two doing? They kissed for a long time before breaking apart. Dorian Ashford, with a triumphant look, stared at Ronan, hoping to see a look of despair on his face. But he was disappointed because Ronan remained calm, displaying no expression on his face.

Hermione appeared besides him, and before I could blink, he kissed her. There was nothing polite or chaste about it. It wasn't accidental or friendly either. The kiss didn't lack passion, like both parties were pouring their hearts and souls into. I didn't read a lot of fairytales, but I knew what this one meant. The pauper didn’t, as a matter of fact, get the prince. I didn’t…I couldn’t understand what was happening in front of me. I blinked. Not once. Not twice. But as many times as I believed will make the horror in front of me go away.

Arya's hands unconsciously crept into his hair, stroking gently and crashed her lips on his in a sloppy deep kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. She continued rocking him, this time a lot more faster as she felt his dick poking strong against her butt. Ronald couldn't take it any longer, he needed to be inside her. He quickly flipped her over on her back and came on top of her, he leaned down and took her lips in his. He pulled away from the kiss, placing warm kisses on her neck as his hands located the band of her night wear and slowly pulled it down, grabbing her boobs he squeezed gently. Suddenly, a knock came on the door.

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

Grandma pondered. “So what? I should tell him to kiss me every day now, and maybe one of his kisses would work?!” I called slightly irked. “Hey! Don't blame me!” Grandma burst out lightly hitting my head, “I'm not the one who kissed the guy while he was unconscious! Those conscious ones usually react to your kiss right away, and the spell is fully triggered then!” “I didn't kiss him! I saved his life!” I protested. “Well, that's too bad!” Grandma shouted.

he replied again. Kim looked even more upset. His forefinger finally lowered, but he still maintained his fierce gaze on Ronald. Kim's honey-brown irises were slowly sinking into Ronald's jet-black irises. The previously laughable atmosphere before suddenly turned intense. Neither Kim nor Ronald took their eyes off from each other. Kim didn't know what Ronald was thinking though, nor did Ronald know what Kim was thinking about. And then, Kim started to say, "Hey, Ronald. Would you kiss me?" ***

, 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.