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wrong? "Edrand..." Draco cooed, feeling the way Edrand held him so tight, he could hardly breathe. The moment Edrand pulled away, he swooped down and captured Draco's lips in a kiss. At first, Draco was a bit reluctant, but as Edrand increased the pace of the kiss, Draco returned it. A wince echoed around them, and when they broke away, he noticed Isolde gritting her teeth so hard, the muscles on her temple flexed.

“Do you remember the anagrams in the pinball machine? Words are traps for ideas. I don’t need to say them because you already know.” “How will I know if you don’t say them?” “Because it’s our hearts that are speaking to each other.” “I see…” Sasha blushed. Normally timid, this time he bent down slightly to kiss Aki on the forehead. Aki closed her eyes at the gentle, cold touch of his lips. “You tell me this now?” she whispered. Afterwards, they both walked out of the antechamber into separate rooms and their shy glances over their shoulders were the last they ever saw of each other.

"And then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows * M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead Life always had a really weird timing. I had been buying groceries when I had met Tyler at the checkout counter. "Hey, Mey," he greeted me with a smile.

I kiss the scowl off her face, and she goes pliant in my arms. "What do you want, Aiden?" Hermione murmurs as I brush kisses over her eyebrow. "This is torture. Is this payback?" I capture her mouth, taking my time to explore her taste with slow, languid kisses. Hermione's back arches off the bed with a soft moan. She presses her body against mine, her slender fingers tangling through my hair. We both moan in unison, our bodies shivering with pent-up desire. This time, Hermione breaks off the kiss first, turning her face away. We're both gasping for air, our bodies craving more.

I was going to drop the weight in my chest but none of them were aware. "Hi Luna, I love you with my entire being and I will never do anything to hurt you intentionally so before anyone else gets to you, I want to tell you myself that Hermoine kissed me but I swear to you I had nothing to do with it. She took me unawares. I am sorry." No one expected me to say what I said so everyone was in shock. I bet they were trying to process the validity of my words. "Dante what are you saying?" Axel was the first to recover his voice to ask.

My body froze. Right in front of me, Ronan—my husband—was kissing a woman. His arms wrapped around her waist, their lips locked with hunger and passion. But that wasn’t even the worst part. The woman… was my friend. Rowena Virell. “R-Ronan…?” My voice cracked. They both immediately broke apart, startled. Rowena looked down and quickly buttoned up her blouse. Ronan stood frozen for a second, then rushed toward me in panic.

Either he has no interest in going further, or he is a pure gentleman. This is what I want. And I want more. I pull myself on top of him to the point where I'm straddling his lips. His hands still don't stray, no matter how hard I accelerate the kiss. It's getting heated, until the sound of the door bursting open behind us immediately pulls me away from him, like he's a plague that if I get caught being near, I will get in serious trouble. Turning around, I see Hermione stumble through the door, her hands cupped under her mouth, filled with blood. The sight near makes me throw up, but I compose myself at the sight of blood trailing from her eyes. It makes both me and Shinee jump out of bed i

His arms gripped her waist, pushed her close to himself and kissed her even deeper. Across the training yard, his brothers, Kieran and Soren watched in amazement. Kieran’s eyebrows jumped in disbelief, and even Soren, who rarely reacted to anything, took half a step forward to see if he was seeing clearly. They didn’t say a word. But it was written across their faces. He’s supposed to push her away because of their hatred for each other but he didn't. Instead, Ronan kissed her like it was the last breath he’d ever take.

Rowan smirked. I moved to stand close to the coach as Casper had said, the old man had the looks of someone that could shit in his pants right away but masked it off. From few chairs away, I saw him, Orion and he saw me, when our eyes met, he dragged someone by her hair, kissing her furiously. It was probably Luna and he had done it, to get to me but they said what you don't know doesn't kill you. The whistle went off, and the game began with the voice of the supporters erupting throught out the entire rink.

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.