Hermione Kissing Harry Novels & Stories

“Right?” Irwin’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice breaking. Dorian’s hand moved to her hair, his fingers tangling in the golden strands as he pulled her closer. His lips crashed against hers, a desperate and passionate kiss that seemed to silence all the questions and fears swirling between them. Irwin melted into him, her hands sliding up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingers. For a moment, everything else faded away. The tension, the pain, the uncertainty—it all disappeared, replaced by a connection that was raw and undeniable.

“Derrick and I kissed, in my bedroom the day he came over. And Hector and I kissed in your car. The day we went to the park.” “Really?” Ken’s eyebrows furrowed. “We actually did a little more than kissing.” I tried to tell him in hopes he will not get upset. “I see.” Ken said. “Well, I’m not surprised. The two of you looked off when Tiffany and I got in so I suspected something was off. That grounding is well deserved.” I frowned at Ken. “Is that all you have to say after I confessed the truth?” “You have counselling, Hermione. And please let Mrs. Pierce know about your two boyfriends. She must have valuable advice to give.” Ken said before hopping out of his car.

Then, at that point, Harry took her to their study hall, Fanky was astounded to see both of them clasping hands. "Stand by, what does that mean, are you dating?" Fanky guaranteed while grinning." Harry answered, "Yes!" grinning Harry said. "Amazing, congratulations!" said Fanky. "Much obliged! Okay, I'll simply pass by later at break time." Goodbye Harry. "Ok, OK." Arosh gestured. Harry immediately kissed her on the cheek, before at last leaving. "How sweet promptly in the first part of the day I was chomped by the subterranean insects now." Fanky prods.

Harry…" He swallowed hard, his forehead pressed against hers. "I don’t care what happens to me. Just promise me one thing…" Her breath hitched. "What?" "Don’t forget me." Ivy squeezed her eyes shut. "How could I?" Harry cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "One last time..." His voice was barely above a whisper. Ivy didn’t hesitate. She surged forward, crashing her lips onto his, pouring every emotion into that kiss—fear, desperation, love, and the unbearable ache of goodbye. Harry kissed her back just as fiercely, his hands gripping her like he never wanted to let go.

I kiss him ,my one hand holding his torso and other in his hair. Harry's thumbs grazes my lips which are swollen after the kiss but then he suddenly takes the spatula to flip the pancakes. I sit still and cross my legs on the countertop while harry gets the plates to place the pancakes. He gets the maple syrup and chocolate syrup for me specially to pour over my pancakes and starts the coffeemaker for coffee.

I heard someone close the door as the boys left, but I ignored it and continued to close my eyes. "I believe they left." When I opened my eyes, Harry was standing in front of me, waving me to follow him. I stood up and looked around to make sure no one was nearby. When I was about to leave the individual washroom, Harry drew me in by holding my collar with his left hand and pressing his lips against mine, not letting go of my collar or lips. While kissing, his right hand wrapped around my waist and drew me in closer. "Ack!" I felt pain when his hand touched my bruised part.

Maybe I'm misinterpreting what I perceive. The intense kiss between her and Harry continued even after I rubbed my eyes for the second time. How is this even possible? She didn't even bother to open her eyes to look at her office because she was so preoccupied with kissing Harry. She tried to bring him closer by clutching his hair in one hand and squeezing his hips with the other. Yes, that hurts me. I admit that I am already aware of their relationship, but it still upsets me to witness her kissing Harry right in front of me.

" Harry looked towards the next table, making eye contact with Jisoo. They smiled at each other, and Jisoo couldn't help but go over to their table. She sat next to Harry, greeting everyone. "Harry," Jisoo said and unexpectedly gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. Both blushed crimson. " I liked that," Harry sighed, and Jisoo smiled. " How beautiful!" Harrison exclaimed, imitating a girl, and they all laughed. "Finally... they're kissing." " I've wanted to do that for a long time," Jisoo confessed, unexpectedly. She was always a bit shy. "Katherina... helped me gain the confidence to go for it.

A forehead kiss from Harry. What the hell does that even mean?

She ran her long and slender fingers through his hair and though they looked like they were a part of her smokey figure, they felt like real fingers. Scott found himself unable to move or speak; he remained frozen in place, staring into her eyes. She then leaned toward him and gave him a long and passionate kiss. Her lips were also a part of her smoke figure, but they felt so real. He could feel the actual moister from her tongue entering his mouth as she swirled around his mouth. He felt the real softness of her lips as they surrounded his. She gripped his head firmly, keeping him in place as she deepened the kiss.