Ron Weasley Hermione Granger Kiss Novels & Stories

I stood there like an idiot and let him devour me like I meant something to him. The door creaked open behind me and Rowena walked in without knocking, as usual. “What happened?” she asked, eyes narrowing when she saw the look on my face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I didn’t move from the door. “He kissed me.” “Who?” Her voice was casual, but her body went still. “Kieran.” Rowena blinked. “Kissed as in… a peck on the cheek or—?” “No, Rowena,” I cut her off, finally pushing away from the door and pacing like the floor would give me answers.

She murmured, her eyes misting with emotion. Ronan wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her gently against him. “You were worth waiting for, Seraphina,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead before grazing her lips softly. “Every second was worth it. Because now, I have you back. My love.” Seraphina’s heart swelled with emotion, and as she smiled against his lips, her voice trembled, “I love you.” “I love you too,” Ronan whispered, his voice thick with yearning. In an instant, he crushed his lips to hers, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss.

, 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.

“I…don’t understand…what happened? Has the event happened already?” “No, it hasn’t....and it doesn’t even have to anymore.” Maria giggles beside me. “I….dont…” “I understand, child.” She turns to Maria. “Please, show her.” Maria pulls me to a television, and I nearly fall in my steps. My face, along with Adonis’s, is plastered all over it on the news, but that isn’t what makes me stop; it’s the headlines and the playing video… On the screen is the video of Adonis and me from earlier; our kiss is all over the news, the way it happened, the way he held onto me, the angry clash of our lips, and the words.

Grandma pondered. “So what? I should tell him to kiss me every day now, and maybe one of his kisses would work?!” I called slightly irked. “Hey! Don't blame me!” Grandma burst out lightly hitting my head, “I'm not the one who kissed the guy while he was unconscious! Those conscious ones usually react to your kiss right away, and the spell is fully triggered then!” “I didn't kiss him! I saved his life!” I protested. “Well, that's too bad!” Grandma shouted.

Hermione gasped for breath, grabbed a fistful of his hair and deepened the kiss. Ruke gave a guttural groan and ran his hands down hermione’s back. The sound that left hermione’s lips had Ruke almost running mad with passion. Hermione’s hands left his hair and travelled down to his chest. She moaned as her hands met strong muscles. Ruke had had enough,his beast was at the edge of hurtling into delirium. He had started the kiss but was slowly losing control when Hermione suddenly stood on tiptoes,placed both hands behind his neck and took the kiss to another level.

“Seriously, Shane? We both know that Harry will not die. This is the third time we are watching this.” “I can’t help it. What if he suddenly makes something stupid that can get him killed? Luckily, Hermione Granger is there.” Have I told you that Shane Croven has a huge crush on Hermione Granger? She’s her favorite character in the movie. I reached for her hand, enjoying the moment of seeing her reaction every time Hermione enters the screen. We end up cuddling in her bed and eventually fell asleep on each other’s side. “Have I told you that you’re beautiful?” I asked, mesmerized by her face. Her tie that is tied in a messy bun makes me want to kiss her.

His gaze raked over my body, lingering on the curve of my breasts straining against my robes. A shiver ran through me at the intensity of his look. Steeling my nerves, I reached out to grasp his black silk tie. "I've been having some...private issues," I breathed, stepping closer. "And I thought maybe you could help me with them." Snape's eyes widened slightly in surprise before darkening with lust. "Miss Granger, I don't know what sort of games you're playing…" I cut him off by pressing my lips to his in a searing kiss. He tensed for a moment before his hands flew to my hips, gripping me tightly as he kissed me back with fervor.

Hermione moaned into his mouth, her hands fisting in his hair as she surrendered to the passion that had been simmering between them for weeks. Without breaking the kiss, Viktor guided Hermione to her feet and backed her up against a bookshelf, his body pressing her into the shelves. He deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding herself against the hard length of his arousal. Viktor's hands roamed her body, tugging at her shirt, his fingers seeking the warm skin beneath. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh until Hermione was writhing against him