Harry Potter X Ron Weasley Novels & Stories

She explains. He laughs. “The only wrong thing I did here was I told Ron about Hannah. The hatred I have towards her for destroying you… Like what she’s doing right now. Look at you.” She added and finally held her son's cheek but Xander couldn't feel any warmth or love only malice and deceit. “I have no idea what had gotten inside Ron’s mind for him to try to kill Hannah.” She reasoned. He chuckles. He doesn’t believe anything she says. “Lie all you want. Help him out of jail if you want. Bail him out…” He suggested sarcastically.

An idea strikes, and I follow him without thinking it through. I step into the restroom, and he turns to face me, waiting for me. I close the door behind me, and we stand facing each other. "I know you're not here to pee," Xavier says calmly. "Listen, man, Hermione and I have been best friends since college. I flew in for the wedding. I'm no threat to you, okay?" He raises his hands in a gesture of surrender. My brows furrow as I study him. I had planned to confront him about bringing my fiancée to a bar, but his words have tempered my irritation.

Jaxon walked over and dropped down on the far end of the couch. “Why the hell are we having a party?” he asked flatly. “We aren’t,” Harry replied without looking at him. “Skull and Rohan are. You and I just happen to be breathing the same air.” As if on cue, giggles and moans erupted from a nearby room. “They’re just blowing off steam,” Harry added with a grimace. “Not like they haven’t earned it.” Jaxon took a sip from his cup, then stared down at his bandaged hand. “I’m not letting her go, Harry.”

“Ronan, when you’re done, we have drinking to do.” “Yes,” Sophie agreed. “Go. Because Shiloh and I need to check on Jo, and I refuse to drag your unconscious body around the castle.” Ronan stood, almost swaying. Xavier caught his arm. “You fainted,” Xavier said. “Shut up,” Ronan muttered. “No,” Xavier said. “I will bring it up often.” They left, muttering, somehow shoulder-to-shoulder in a way that told me this kingdom was shifting into something new.

Brandon says but I still won't budge. Eventually, I do and I watch someone named Harry and Ron riding a flying car and getting tangled up in a giant moving tree. Then there is this lady that's apparently the vice-principal and the head for a house called Griffindoor or something like that, what's her name Mrs McDonald's? I like her. Now and then we both laugh and I enjoy it when his chest rises and falls against my head. This is nice.

Xavier asked as Ron sat across him with a beer glass and a sly smile. "Than ever," Ron replied as she caressed his lips. They are friends with benefits. Xavier gets financial help from Ron, whereas Ron gets to keep his affairs unidentified. "How is Clara?" Xavier asked with the guilt of whatever she was going through. Xavier is Stella's blood brother, and Clara's uncle. But that doesn't stop him from helping his buddy in this cheap affair. "She is as usual, very silent, and cautious just like her mom, Stella. She doesn't speak with me. The last time she spoke was about her mom's fashion house, and she was handling them." Ron replied sadly. He didn't like the way Clara distanced herself from

Hermione snared at both Claire and Ron. Ron snickered. “I had a feeling you would act crazy soon. Just didn't occur to me that it would be my turn." Hermione glared. “Just answer the damn question. Have you both forgotten you are cousins?" Amusement laced Ron's eyes immediately. “And I have heard of cousins fucking." "Your ears hear the worst of things." Claire scoffed. “And for your information Hermione, Ron here has been my support system since the whole mess as a cousin should be. And he also made me realize how crazy I am about Rex."

he called out. Suddenly, a loud noise came from inside, and Ron was scared out of his wits. He quickly pushed the door open to see that the previously tidy room had become completely messy. The bed sheets were torn, and the items on the table had fallen onto the ground. Winston, Ron's younger brother, sat on the carpet with his back towards Ron, holding a bunch of pink heart-shaped balloons in one hand and revealing sharp claws in the other as he pierced each balloon with a fierce expression on his face.

His face flushed and turned bright red like he could hear my thoughts. “You have a nice set of teeth,” he said loudly. “That came out wrong” he whispered with a playful wink. We both found ourselves laughing. “Lyra!” A voice barked from the other end of the room. I knew it was Xavier, no one had that audacity in this whole manor, aside from Lucas but even at that, I knew it was Xavier. The boy in front of me, who I later identified to be Ron, was shaky. “Hey Ron, would you like to see my dress?” I asked, ignoring Xavier.

He seems to be enjoying himself as he hangs off of Ryann who I can see is doing her best not to crumble under his weight. “Yep. Seems like he’s a happy drunk.” she agrees. “I’m NOT drunk!” Harry objects, a slight slur in his voice. I can’t help but laugh at his response. “Of course you are. Cam made a special drink for you to make sure of it.” Ryann tells him. Shoot, he wasn’t meant to know that. I’ll never hear the end of it. Harrison’s face lights up.