Hermione X Ron Novels & Stories

Ron was watching with keen interest, never having seen two girls kiss before. The sight was most erotic, and to his surprise, he could feel another noticeable jolt to his groin, and his cock throb beneath the tight sleeve. Hilda tugged Shannon's head over closer to Ron as she broke their kiss, and guided her to the lemon wedge still held tightly between his teeth. Shannon, her body tingling from the vibrating egg as well as the sensual kiss from Hilda, tried to maximize her body contact as she licked and sucked the lemon juice from Ron's mouth and chin, but Hilda held her firm and too quickly pulled her back to sit back against her bound hands on the couch next to Ron.

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

The treacherous voice inside my head replied, Or perhaps it does not matter because regardless of what happened, you fall for him. * * * "Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have," Hermione says to Ron in The Order of the Phoenix's chapter 21.

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

Ronald said chuckling," I don't know why I can see a lot of resemblance of you in that Rosaline. I mean you guys look like sisters." " Don't turn our date into some boring conversation, please," Xenia tried to divert Ronald's concentration. Ronald did whatever his girlfriend said and started kissing Xenia on her neck. Xenia took a breath of relief because Ronald didn't recognise her. If Ronald couldn't recognise her then there is no way Ajax can find out about her ever. She has no idea how wrong she was. *************************************** " You think you can defeat me! Huh! Just a snap of my finger and I ca............" Xenia was interrupted by one of the casting directors.

I heard the B-word behind me but ignored it and knocked on the classroom door. “Hermione. Welcome. Principal Thompson did mention that you will be joining us. You can call me Mr. Morgan.” The class teacher said and I smiled in response. He was a man in his prime, wearing a formal attire but ditched the tie. “Everyone, this is Hermione Anderson. I pray we will all welcome her with open arms.” A brunette that looked like Barbie in the making, raised her hand and Mr. Morgan acknowledged her. “Is it true that you are related to Ken O’ Brian and live in the same house now?”

I kissed her forehead—soft, quick—and slipped out, closing the door as quietly as possible. Downstairs, Damon was just coming in, helmet under his arm, dark as always. Ronan was waiting in the living room, the stupid bear slumped in the corner like a fourth guest. I walked in, rubbing my arms. “She’s out. Like—total out.” Ronan nodded. “Good.” His eyes cut to Damon. “We should talk.” I froze mid-step. “Oh. Right. That… thing. The whole king-death-mystery-family… thing.”

“You’re still alive because of me, Ron!” “Oh, please,” he scoffed. “I’m the one who kept you hidden!” she yelled. “I’m the one who feds you now, healed you, helped you stay out of sight!” “I didn’t ask you to!” “Then go die in a ditch!” she snapped. “You ungrateful piece of,” Before she could finish, Ron grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it over with a roar. Hermoine stepped back fast. “Ron, stop it!”

*** Few minutes later I exit mom's room. She's currently asleep. Her tears really drained her. I chuckle. Typical mom. I turn around. A firm grip unexpectedly spin and slam me hard against the wall. I wince. Hermione!. Her tight grip gradually shrink my perfect jaw. "What are your intentions with Ron and his female rescurer?" She questions. I gasp. She knows?. How?!.

Professor Lorcane. I didn't reply. He said something at the bottom about just not showing up if I chose not to come. I had fully planned to go. I don't know now. Should I go and learn from him? I looked down at the time deciding I would run to the dining hall and grab some actual food before making up my mind. When I entered the hall there were students and staff everywhere. I saw Lorcane's assistant talking with some other teacher's pets around the salad station. She looked up at me glaring again. Don't worry bitch, I won't take you rabbit food. I thought. I smirked at her and headed for the taco station. I love taco Tuesdays. I made a heavy taco, grabbed a soda, and sat down at a table by