Novel & Cerita Hermione Kissing Harry

, 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.

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.

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.

I had to keep my body active so instead of wasting time, Elle and I decided to go for a morning jog. Running through the concrete path and basking in the views of these glorious buildings surrounded by luscious greenery. We jogged towards the track field but halted in mid-step. The bench under the cherry blossoms that held my attention yesterday was now occupied. The girl was sitting on the lap of the boy. Both of them were kissing passionately. I could see the girl's side face only. But judging from the pearl necklace I had the idea who could it be. Victoria? I felt a light shove in my arms and turned to see that it was from Elle.

I admitted still trying to catch my breath from the kiss. That was all he needed to hear before he captured my lips again. I took off his coat that I was wearing without breaking the kiss. He didn't waste any time and lay me in the bed. He took off his shirt and positioned his head in between my thighs. I can almost feel his tongue when my bedroom door swung open and I shrieked in horror when I saw Luna. "Holy shit." Luna exclaimed when Liam looked at her direction as I tried to compose myself. "What the fuck!" Liam yelled at her and she stepped back when he got up from the bed. “What do you want?”

They clapped their hands immediately Aaron broke the kiss, he kissed her one more time before releasing and she left to her room embarrassed because of the students that stared at the both of them when they were kissing, he drove off. **DORM** Cercei crept in, fortunately the door wasn't locked, Mirabel who happens to be her room mate and friend glared at her as soon as she stepped her foot in the room. "I am sorry, don't look at me like that, it's scary" Cercei apologized sitting down tiredly on the bed biting her lips slightly.

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

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.

Her hand touched my chest, resting there. I deepened the kiss before I could stop myself. She responded in kind, her fingers curling into my shirt. The mug I was holding hit the floor, and I didn’t even hear it land. My hand slid to her waist and I felt her tremble. I pulled her closer. Her body pressed to mine, and for a second, the world narrowed to just that moment. Just the heat of her and the sound of her breath, and the way she kissed me like she’d been holding it back for weeks. Actually, we both had.

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.