Hermione Kisses Novels & Stories

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.

She looks like she wants to kill someone. - Let's go to your room, I'll show you something. - Stop, I have to go to class. - Then kiss me first, I want to taste your lips. I lean towards her and realize that Clarisse is still standing in front of us. What is she waiting for to join her husband? I kiss Charlotte slowly, my eyes fixed on her sister's. I think I see a tear fall. I pull away from Charlotte to go get ready for school. But this girl still follows me into my room. I change in front of her, then we leave the room together.

My eyes fluttered up to meet his. "Promise?" It came out a whisper, my voice betraying me at the last minute. I reached up with my own hand and pressed his to my cheek. I wanted to remember the way his touch felt. "Promise," he said. He leaned forward and kissed me. I squeezed my eyes shut, memorizing every detail. I wanted to remember his smell, his taste, and the way his lips felt against mine. I would take it with me until he came home. We broke apart reluctantly, hearing the boys downstairs opening and slamming doors. It was time for them to leave. Dean brushed away a tear I hadn't even realized had escaped and kissed the tip of my nose.

Two pictures side by side. Hermes, and a woman with long, flowing red hair and a smile that could melt cameras. My breath catches. My vision blurs. Even if that woman is older now, there’s no mistaking her. The same red-haired girl in that photo — the one kissing Hermes’s cheek. The same girl Hermes had called nobody. Shit.

'I was walking you to the door and you intentionally bumped into me just because you wanted me to catch and kiss you! 'In your dreams!' she said breathing heavily. 'Oh yeah?' Hector asked, a perverse glint came into his eyes. 'When I caught you, you wanted me to kiss you and that was why you did what you did!' Alexa was confused. 'What did I do?' she asked, licking her dry lips again. 'Exactly what you are doing now', he said, his eyes fixed to her lips and he found that he still wanted so much to kiss her again. 'What am I...' she started, realising what he was referring to and at the same time saw his eyes darken as they stared first on her lips and then into her eyes and then her lips aga

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

"I want to trail kisses between your inner tights, I want to continue moving up, and up and up until I reach your moist center where I desperately want to—" The door behind them rattled, signaling that entry was being sought. This broke the spell between Isis and Lex. When the door didn't budge the students on the other side knocked. Lex unpinned Isis and without another word, Isis rushed off to her seat. She pulled out her books and pretended to be occupied.

“In my head. In the woods. Even when I sleep.” She walked toward me, two mugs in hand and passed one to me like she hadn’t heard a word. I took it. Our fingers touched but she didn’t pull away. Neither did I. “I could say the same,” she said. And just like that, I found myself getting up and moving closer to her, closer than I had any right to be. “You shouldn’t,” I said quietly. She couldn’t understand what the danger was. “Too late,” she whispered. I took a step closer, much more than I should have, really, and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warmer than I expected. She tasted like honey and chamomile. Her hand touched my chest, resting there.

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

Chapter Eight - The Quest My phone buzzes against the bathroom counter while I'm doing my mascara, and I already know who it is before I look. Nobody else texts me this early. Nobody else has the audacity. Zane: morning princess I set the phone down and continue with my makeup like I didn't see it. It buzzes again almost immediately. Zane: i know you saw that Zane: your read receipts are on I curse under my breath and consider, briefly, turning off read receipts entirely, moving to another country, faking my own death. Anything to avoid whatever is coming next.