Meet Your Match Dramione Novels & Stories

The room breaks into polite applause and the murmur of people starting to pack up. Diana turns to me, her eyes suddenly bright again. “I want to dance with you, Adam!” I look at her. “You do? That’s your request?” “Yes!” she nods, her expression serious. “Alright then.” I stand up and stretch out my hand to her. “Let’s go dance, Diana.” She grabs it excitedly. As we walk out of the meeting room, my eyes automatically search the crowd. It doesn’t take long to find her. Hermione’s still seated with Zara at their table, watching as people start to leave.

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

Jane's Point Of View ********* Dave kept looking behind at the car following and also the one in front. I could see the confusion written all over his face, I knew he was confused and didn't understand what was happening right at that moment. "Jane, can you please explain to me what's going on? Tell me who these people are". He said, facing me and with an inquiring face. "Dave, meet Damion, my mate, and Damion meet Dave, my best friend and beta". I introduced them. I look at Dave's face and he looks like he hasn't comprehended what I just told him.

I want this to be over with. “Amelia Hope Robertson.” “I, Dimitri Sky Hemming, reject you, Amelia Hope Robertson as my mate.” Let’s see how you react now. A smirk formed my face. “Are you high?.. Oh gosh I told Trixie not to involve drugs tonight.” I was not prepared for her answer at all. Didn’t they say that once you found your mate, your bond will be very strong that when one rejects you, you will literally suffer from the heart-break?

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

I replied, gritting my teeth. Someone cleared their throat and a small diminutive man I hadn't noticed before, dressed in priestly robes, stepped up beside Damon. He bowed before speaking. “Your Majesty, The arrangements for the mating ritual, has been concluded.” “We’re to be mated?” I gasped in horror.

“Tell her.” “I don’t know who she is,” I sighed. “I saw her a couple of days ago in front of my hair salon and I felt this connection to her. She ran away before I could speak to her. And it has been bugging me since. I feel something for her, but I don’t know what it is. And I have been trying to find her.” His mom was in deep thought. “Could it be a mate thing?” she finally asked me. “No. It can’t be. We warlocks don’t have mates,” I said, shaking my head.

You then showed up, and he started to bounce back. Zyra sensed there was more to the story, something off. "He met me and got over it? Just like that?" She braced herself for the bombshell she knew was coming. "It's like one of those crazy plot twists you can't help but buy into." Zyra, no stranger to melodrama from her TV roles, managed a wry smile and ventured, "I'm the spitting image of her, aren't I?" "How on earth did you guess?"

It came undone. Not completely. Not with anything as simple as a smile Draco didn't do simple. But the control on his face softened by exactly enough that the thing underneath it was visible, and the thing underneath it was looking at me walking toward him across his pack's great hall in a blue dress and finding it, apparently, overwhelming in a way he was not entirely managing. I felt the mate bond low and certain, always there now, the frequency I had learned to receive surge as I reached him. I stopped in front of him.

“Then prove it. Bring her to brunch next weekend. I want to meet her. So does your mother.” Damon didn’t flinch. “Fine. You’ll meet her.” Vincent gave a satisfied nod, then turned and walked back inside. Damon remained on the balcony, heart pounding. He had no girlfriend. No name. No plan. But he had time. Barely.