Listening to Harry, Hermione nearly buried her head in the snow.
She gathered her courage and said, "Turn your face away and close your eyes."
Harry was dissatisfied. "Why only a kiss on the cheek?"
"You..."
Seeing that Hermione was about to cry if this continued, Harry hurriedly said, "All right, all right..."
Harry obediently turned his face to one side, just as Hermione had told him.
Hermione still worriedly said, "You absolutely must not open your eyes!"
"I know. If you don't hurry up, the train will leave."
Hermione looked over and saw that the students on their side had all run to the other side and were squeezing onto the train. Still, that meant no one would notice them.
Looking at Harry's handsome face, Hermione's heart raced. In the end, she slowly rose onto her toes and pressed her red lips to Harry's cheek. But to her surprise, Harry suddenly turned his head, and their lips brushed past each other. It felt like a bolt of lightning—tingly and numb.
Though it was night, Harry could still see her cheeks slowly turning red.
But it was far from over...
Harry smiled faintly and pulled Hermione into his arms.
Their bodies pressed together, their faces close.
Harry could even see the fine fuzz on her face and smell her faint fragrance. His breathing grew hot as their lips slowly met.
Harry trembled involuntarily. Her eyes were full of shock, and Hermione's lips parted slightly, revealing the tender, moist tip of her tongue. Her innocence mingled with a captivating charm. Unable to restrain himself, Harry lowered his head and took her lips between his, then gently entwined with the tip of her tongue.
The two became lost in a lingering kiss.
The train's whistle startled the kissing pair awake.