Ron Weasley 4th Year Novels & Stories

The memory plays back in my head like it was yesterday. I gulped and looked away. The guy cleared his throat and Winny stopped kissing Sean. The man stood behind Becky and held her close to himself. He looked like an average wolf, probably an omega. “Harry!” Becky cheered. “You came all the way here.” Their hands played with each other before Becky interlocked fingers with him. Magic classes in high school were crazy but this is crazier. I’ve never been so lost. The whole room was against me. A four versus one.

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

B E I N G P R I M E She gave in to them. To him. 2·1 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ She wouldn't succumb. One thing Eiling Weasley knew was that life loved to throw lemons at her. She'd received her first lemon when her parents died, then when her family rejected her. Now, life was going to throw another. In the form of the most popular group at her school: The Prime Empire.

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

It doesn’t punch me in the ribs anymore. I wonder how I'm going to leave this academy I've come to adore during fourth year. This place has changed my life. I saw both good and bad, I'm in a better place because of this academy. I no longer have to worry about hunters or the Ebon Testament. I have good friends. I have a mate. I also have a brother. But come fourth year, things will have to change. I don't even know which school I'll be assigned to. I don't fall under the typical witch, werewolf, vampire or even demon category.

I popped the p, "they're not." "Do they all go to this school?" She inquired. "Nope. Only the last and first Walker goes to this school. The first son who technically, is the fifth Grace, is a varsity student." "Interesting." She murmured. "How come you know much about this family? You're related or something?" She asked me. "I've been in Gryffindor long enough to know who's who, who's dating who and who married whom." I replied. "I'm family. They're my siblings. I'm an only girl."

Third Person Perspective Ron Ron stared at the wall for a long time. His chest was rising and falling fast. His hands were shaking. His jaw was tight. His head was spinning. “What did you just say?” he asked, his voice low and cold. Hermoine stood near the door. She didn’t look afraid. She was used to this. “I said Salvatore has merged your pack with Brimstone,” she repeated. “Winterclove is no longer on its own. It belongs to him now.”

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

Bryce started up his vehicle and drove away. Up in Lena’s bedroom, the brunette had settled back onto her bed and picked up where she left off in her book. She had literally gotten to the part where Harry had received his letter to Hogwarts when the door to her room opened again and this time it was eighteen year old Dawn Smith who bounced into the room.

Some thing was about to happen; she could sense it. Beside her, her loyal companion, a majestic black wolf named Luna, her grandmother, exhibited a restlessness of her own. The fur on her back stood on end, her keen eyes scanning the surroundings with an intensity matching Emily's own unease. Luna Malfoy had always been attuned to Emily's emotions, and now her wolf instincts seemed to amplify the growing strangeness in the air.