Hermione Kissing Novels & Stories

Christopher smiled back and took the other guy’s hand before pulling him close and kissing him. On the mouth. “Oh,” I said, drawing to a stop. Oh, no. Christopher Elton was already taken.

Do not give them the satisfaction. “There she is,” someone murmurs, not even bothering to be quiet about it. “Didn't think she'd actually show her face.” I want to disappear. I don't. I walk like I own the hallway, because that's the only trick I know. By second period I've perfected the art of pretending I don't hear anything. By lunch, I've almost convinced myself it's working. Then I turn the corner by the courtyard, and there they are. Maddox and Rita. Hand in hand. Laughing about something, his head bent close to hers like she's the funniest, most fascinating person on the planet. Like he didn't spend two years telling me I was.

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

Everyone leaned closer, murmurs climbing into a low, buzzing tension. Then I saw it. A message from the anonymous gossip page. My chest tightened The screen glowed. “Wow, truly the best sleepover ever. I don't know which part is funnier: the best friend betraying you by kissing your girlfriend, or what, oh well…” My stomach plummeted. I swiped to reveal the video attached. There it was. Sienna and I kissing . I couldn't even lie because there was prove. Maya’s eyes met mine, wide, shimmering with tears.

The kiss. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was fire and water and something dangerous and intoxicating all at once. Her lips pressed against mine, soft but demanding, tentative but teasing. Her hands on my chest, fingers pressing into muscle and bone in a way that made me forget every rule I’ve ever lived by. I remember the taste of her—sweet, faintly spicy, completely hers. The heat that rolled through me, sharp and molten, making my wolf howl inside, trying to mark, trying to claim.

For making me feel……no, Charlotte Don’t go there. “Speaking of being drawn in,” the host says quickly, clapping her hands together, “we have to talk about the kiss.” My entire body tenses. Of course…. “We have replayed it a hundred times already.” She continues with a grin, “But the world wants to know… what was going through your minds in that moment?” Nothing…. Everything. Chaos. Heat. Him. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out……not even a squeak. Because how do I explain something I don’t even understand?

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

, 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.

"And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead It had been Friday night when my friends and I had gone to the club. It was a good plan to keep Hunter off my mind. I had been ignoring him since Christmas. He had sent me a dozen of texts but I refused to read or reply to them. It was better this way.

Ron was watching with keen interest, never having seen two girls kiss before. The sight was most erotic, and to his surprise, he could feel another noticeable jolt to his groin, and his cock throb beneath the tight sleeve. Hilda tugged Shannon's head over closer to Ron as she broke their kiss, and guided her to the lemon wedge still held tightly between his teeth. Shannon, her body tingling from the vibrating egg as well as the sensual kiss from Hilda, tried to maximize her body contact as she licked and sucked the lemon juice from Ron's mouth and chin, but Hilda held her firm and too quickly pulled her back to sit back against her bound hands on the couch next to Ron.