Ron Weasley Long Hair Novels & Stories

RONAN’S POV Wren was sitting at the vanity when I came back into the room. She is working through her hair with a wide tooth comb and losing the battle with a knot somewhere near the ends. I watched her for a moment from the doorway. She hadn’t heard me come in or if she had, she was ignoring it with the focused energy of someone engaged in a private war. Her auburn hair fell past her shoulders in loose waves, catching the morning light coming through the curtains. I have always loved her hair. Deep red and brown and threads of something almost copper, depending on how the light moved.

It was long and sleek black which was something he actually admired— long hair, just like Arya. Then he froze when her face caught the light.

Damn you, nature. Placing the hand against her lower belly, she opens the door of her dorm. "Gracie Rose, do you know this weird lady with raven hair and little mustache above her lips or shall I finally hand her to the cops for having better mustaches than my husband?" Asks Mrs. Boltz, the typical arrogant warden with thick round glasses and a pissed off face. A girl stood beside her, smiling awkwardly with pure raven hair that almost hid her forehead and she was dressed up like a tomboy. Checking out the strange girl from head to toe, Gracie narrowed her eyes as she returned back to her facial features. Irrelevantly, she appeared almost like a boy. If only we could remove those long hair w

I took the seat opposite Leon, to prevent me from looking like a weirdo who will keep on staring at the bar. “She’s here,” Leon whispered. My body did a 360-degree turn to see the person that I have been waiting to see. My heart raced with just the sight of her. Her long hair was tied in a braid, there were streaks of white hair that blended well against her brown hair. I remember the color of her hair in my dream, so it was true, she now has white silvery strands of hair. “What happened to her hair?” I asked Leon. Leon flinched upon hearing the question but answered me anyway.

I paused for a moment, thinking of myself having short blonde hair. "You really think so?" I asked, and she gave me two thumbs up, confident in her words. "Wait, I know we have stocks here since sir Harry used to dye his hair back when he was young. Don't worry. I won't give you something that's already expired. I am not that cruel. Wait here." Rena sprinted from my sight, heading towards the house's first floor.

she said aloud with resolve and redetermination. "Did you say something, madam?" Hermione was suddenly pulled back to reality. She caught her reflection in the mirror before glancing at the hairstylist currently curling her hair. The young woman paused, looking nervous, waiting for a response. Hermione had lost herself in thought and probably looked like a zombie staring into space. Yes, she was in a hair salon. She coughed and shook her head. "No, you may continue." The stylist nodded and resumed her work on Hermione's now honey-blond hair. She had applied a little dye to make it more presentable.

“For the record honey, you would be beautiful even without hair. You should have seen Luca when Ryder accidentally singed his hair off when he first learned to breath fire. The whole kingdom nicknamed him Dobby because he looked like that little thing from Harry Potter.” That made me laugh out loud. This woman is something else. Willow nudged her in the shoulder. “Mother! Don’t let Luca hear you. You know he is still affected by that mishap today. Don’t you remember how he let his hair grow out and kept styling it like Jason Momoa?”

"Is it?" Ronan just snorted, half-amused and half-exhausted. He led me toward the bed, instructing me to lie down while he discarded his shirt. As I settled back against the pillows, Ronan's hand reached out to caress the top of my head, his fingers gently combing through the strands of my hair. "Your hair is long and jet black, isn't it?" Err, why is he suddenly stating the obvious? "Why am I just now noticing exactly how dark your hair is tonight?" he murmured.

Not from the usual dark mahogany wood where the library was located behind it, but a white wooden door, made from Birch wood. Noel also changed, his short dark blue hair elongated until it reached his ankle and it emits sparkles from it. "Ugh..." Noel grunted. "This long hair is a pain..." He narrowed his eyes lazily. He always whined to his ministers about his long hair. Indeed, just who wants to have an ankle long hair that sparkles around? He'll attract people. However, in his kingdom, long hair represents infinite magic, especially dark blue hair like his that glimmered like the night sky surrounded by stars. He snapped his fingers as he sighed.

Bloody hell , Ron inherited some good genes from his father . " Fine " I agreed when I saw Selina nod a bit reluctantly but I knew that was only because she didn't want to see Conan again just in a day . ****(((()))*** I twirled the last strand of my hair around the barrel of my curling and iron and winced when I felt my sore arms , I usually don't dress up but this time I wanted to make sure people looked twice my way . And with my gorgeous silky soft , wavy hair ..I could only hope for the best .