Funny Ron Weasley Novels & Stories

“Don’t make it fucking weird, Alpha.” Alpha Ronan snorted, rubbing the back of his neck like a man who’d survived death and didn’t know whether to laugh or spit at fate. “You just saved my miserable ass. I think I’ve earned the right to be a little weird.”

"It's not funny. I'm just... I'm just..." Leon snorted. His face turned red, not from embarrassment, but from annoyance. "I'm joking, Leon," Adrian said. "Don't be mad." "I'm not mad." "Your face is red." "Because the weather is hot." "It's cloudy." Leon didn't answer. He downed his whiskey until it was gone. I tried to stop laughing, but I couldn't. The image of Leon becoming a grandfather, Leon who was cold, stiff, and could never be gentle with anyone, was too funny to keep to myself.

But I trust that Ronan knows what he is doing. “Jesus Christ, do you have to be such a dick all of the time?” They both stopped and looked at me. Ronan had his mug halfway to his lips and Rannon was adjusting his cufflink. His eyebrows shot almost to his hairline as he gave me one of his withering looks. Ronan, on the other hand, was trying his best not to laugh. His best and failing. “Oh, fuck. Did I say that out loud?” “Yeah, baby.” Ronan chuckled. “You said that shit out loud.”

Ronald didn’t speak but I know I am right. “Can you both please stop being cheesy in front of me?” Rael scowled. I looked at Rael and grin evilly. “Why? You’re bitter because—” “Shut up!” he raised a tone and walked out. I chuckled at his reaction. Well, I know why he’s getting that reaction. “What’s with him?” Ronald asked curiously. “Let him be. He’s just someone stupid I know,” I said and get his fork and cut his pancake before I offered the fork in front of his mouth.

I thought he would react and yell at me and I would get a chance to go home alone, but to my annoyance, he burst out laughing. " I loved your way of making me eat cake but it was not cooked by you, love. And I will seek revenge for this someday soon, my love. " he took a few tissues and cleaned his face, I was surprised that he was not at all embarrassed, in fact, he was still smiling. I rolled my eyes and we were about to leave when a girl came and shrieked near our table, and before we could understand anything she threw herself on Ron. Even he looked shocked.

I start babbling. "What the hell is wrong with Ron? He wouldn't even listen?! Yeah, like Harry wanted to throw his name in the goblet of fire!" I start sarcastically. "I can't believe Ron got mad and didn't even wanna hear Harry out and instead believed what other people said! Like Ron? Fix yourself! You're supposed to be his best friend? Like..okay lets just say Harry did find a way to put his name into the goblet what does Ron want? Does he want to participate? Is that what this is all about?He wants to die? Go ahead Ron, put in your name and let Voldemort kill your ass! Or was it because Harry didn't tell him he found a way to put his name in it? That Harry kept it from him and Ron felt b

Kyle and I nearly tear ourselves with laughter. Oh, and I forgot to mention the fact that Ronald is the one with a sense of humor between the three of us. He's a clown! “No dummy! I found my mate.” Kyle announces and Ronald's jaw drops to the floor. The shocked expression on’ his face is a wonderful sight to behold.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX GRAHAM Ronald’s laughter filled my office, and echoed loudly like he had just heard the funniest joke of his life. I instinctively clenched my fists as I watched him wipe a tear from his eye, this time it was not nonexistent, then he shook his head again in amusement. “Man,” he exhaled, still chuckling, “You should really venture into comedy, you’ll make it.” I didn’t share in his amusement. My patience was already running thin, and the sound of his laughter only made my irritated grow further. “What the hell is so funny?” I snapped at him.

I hadn’t failed to notice the she-wolf’s lack of attendance or the absence of her piercing stare. Ron nods back. “That would be why,” he confirms. And then he laughs. “It’ll be a miracle if she gets out of bed at all today. Lily can’t really hold her liquor.” His comment has me laughing, making my shoulders relax as we share the mutual sound of amusement. Only, Ron’s good humor quickly fades before my own, and then his eyes lift over my shoulder. His sudden reaction pushes my lips into a small “o” and I already know who’s standing behind me before the man speaks.

He hugged his hands to his body, then tried to maintain a normal facial expression. And when Ronan finally stopped singing, the crowd bursted into cheers and claps, dropped some more money into the empty beer plastic cup, before leaving. "That was fun." Ronan had told him, when he came to sit next to O'connell, placing a hand on his shoulder. "How do you feel?" He asked, with concern in his eyes. "Not so bad, just that I feel like puking?" "You do?" Ronan eyes raised up in their sockets, and then O'connell snickered and told him he was only joking.