Ron Weasley Smile Novels & Stories

Draco appeared in the doorway. He looked at Maren. He looked at the smile. He looked at Rocco. "She smiled at him," I said. "I know," Draco said. He had the expression of a man who had been waiting for his daughter to smile at him specifically and had not yet received it and was processing this information with the specific composure of someone managing a significant feeling. "She smiled at Rocco," I said. "I heard you," Draco said. "Before she smiled at you," I said.

On the empty space where the crown had been. “What happened?” she asked. I didn’t have an answer. --- I found Ronan by the well, his grey eyes fixed on the gate. He had been waiting too. He didn’t say anything. He just walked toward me, looked at my bare forehead, and held out his hand. I took it. His grip was warm, solid, anchoring me to the ground. “You look like hell.” I smiled. It was weak, fragile, but it was a smile. “I feel like it.”

Tears glistened in his azure depths. "A boy? An heir?" She nodded and Enzo pulled her in for a tender hug. Ginny shifted her gaze towards me as she flashed me a sly smile from across the table. There was a glint of sinister triumph in her expression. A cruel satisfaction that twisted into a mocking smirk.

My smirk remained firmly in place as all three Gods stiffened in their seats. Azrael froze, his mouth halfway open, ready to chomp down on his eighth sweet cake. A deep rumble sounded from Draco’s chest, who had been in the middle of slicing a steak in two, the utensils absurdly small in his large hands. As for Orion, his face was a mixture of hatred, rage, and some unidentifiable emotion that had an adorable blush warming the tops of his cheeks. His eyes quickly iced over, and I knew the next words to leave his lips were intended to wound.

he finished with a big smile. Amanda clenched her fists under the table, trying to keep her annoyance away. That was a good solution, but because her mind was running faster than she can comprehend, she wasn't able to come up with that. She looked at Alan again, and her annoyance doubled when she saw the big smile on his face. "That's a great solution, Mr. Weasley" The tall lanky man from earlier stated, "but how are we so sure you wouldn't rat us out to the press? You will after all do anything that will benefit you and your company"

I make a funny face. He smiles, "Your one eye is smaller than the second one," He points at my face. " Really," I open my mouth in pretence. His smile broadens on his face, "Young boy, you should apologize to your sister." I say. "No," His attitude returns. I roll my eyes and get on my feet. Sas and Eleanor return to the hall. Two pink hairpins in the shape of a smiling face are fixed in her hair. "Daddy, see! Sas puts a smiley on my hair. She says. She wants me to behold happy." Eleanor giggles.

"Only someone as exceptional as Luna Aris could raise such a well-behaved son." I smiled at Torin and said, "Then we'll do as Torin says." Hearing this, Torin jumped up and down with joy, completely forgetting about me as he grabbed Elora and Damon's hands and pulled them toward the door. Watching the happy scene of their little family, I smiled indifferently. Aris, how can you still smile at a time like this? My wolf pressed her paws down, tilting her head to ask me. I can smile. The happier they are now, the harder they'll cry later!

He smiles at me once more. Damn, that smile does strange things to me! His hazel eyes seem to almost light up when he smiles, little wrinkles next to his eyes appear, making his face seem instantly more animated. I see him looking at the lock screen of my phone as he goes to hand it back. The picture is of me and my brother with our father at a pack event. All formal.

I quickly added, “Even though you’re equally as annoying as he is.” Harry smiled. Not his usual scoff. Not the little amused expression he’d been wearing all day. A genuine smile. It caught me completely off guard. I stared at him. For some reason, seeing him smile made his entire face look different. “You should smile more, you know.” Harry looked up. “What?” “You should smile more.” He immediately rolled his eyes. “There she goes again.” I laughed. “I was complimenting you!” “I’ll survive.” I opened my mouth to fire back.

I looked at her. After a moment she said, very quietly: "It looks like her." "What does?" "His smile. It looks like what someone wears when they're happy for other people." She paused. "Isolde was kind. He's remembering how to be." We stood in the hall with the music and the noise and the pack celebrating around us and Malachar in the corner learning to smile again. Then Soren appeared at my elbow. "My feet hurt," he said. "Then stop dancing."