Ron Weasley Smile Novels & Stories

She looks nothing like a Luna queen but instead she looks like a cute teenager. Oh oh, and her wolf, I heard that her wolf is as white as snow and as big as a car." Cora excitedly told him making him smile. He could imagine a wolf and he could think how it feels to touch her soft fur. Seeing him smiling, Cora also smiled shyly. "I am sorry, was I too much?" "Huh?" Ron looked at her as he was brought out of his thoughts. He smiled and shook his head. "No you were not."

Old man Levi is having a headache thinking about the next chess move. Harry was also mimicking his pensive forehead gesture. That image is so cute that people can't help but want to jump up and kiss it a few times. Hearing the noise, Harry turned his head to look. As soon as he saw it was Grainne, the boy happily shouted: "Mom!" Grainne walked over there and made a "shhh" gesture, telling him not to talk to old Levi's thoughts.

“You’re making this up.” “I am not!” Selene raised an eyebrow. “What happened next?” “The wolf tripped over a rock.” Everyone laughed. Even Orion. “That’s impossible,” Darius said. Astra grinned. “It was just as shocked as I was.” The laughter echoed through the garden. I looked across the fire. Isabella was smiling. Not the polite smile she gave when she wanted people to stop worrying. A real one. The kind that reached her eyes. It struck me then how long it had been since I’d seen her truly relax.

Ron raised an eyebrow at me and a sly smirk flashed across his lips. "They're dead already," Ron replied causing me to stop walking and frown at him. "Then why the fuck are you smirking?" I asked Ron but the smirk on his lips widened even more. "Because they're dead already?" He replied which annoyed me big time. "You think it's funny?" I asked him seriously causing him to stop from smirking and looks at me with a serious face.

The smile on Theo's lips vanished. "I think you have a concussion" he said, stroking my cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I do?" I blinked. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold back his laughter. "What?" I frowned. "It's really hard to keep a straight face when you keep your face like that" he said, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Are you saying I look like a clown? Daeron Zrēlyen, I will not have you making fun of me" I said, giving him the meanest glare I could muster.

Ore marveled “I know right, they are not even talking about other’s dishes” Alexa supported and clapped for Elora quietly before she glanced at their side and they both gave her a thumb off which she reacted to with a wide smile. She returned to her group in happiness and they were all clapping for her and giving her thumb ups which she returned with a smile before her eyes landed on Prince Jaqen who just smiled briefly without showing his teeth and that shocked her Did she just see him smile? Prince Jaqen actually smiled? To her? What should she do with this information?!!!!

I ran up to Waylen, grabbing an apple from the basket. “Your face.” Waylen’s answer confused me, as he was smiling teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows up. Who believe, he was the beta of prime alpha; exact opposite of Rowan. I creased my face as I couldn’t find out the reason. “You were smiling creepily at yourself while blushing.” His response embarrassed me, painting my face with a deep scarlet shade. I cleared my throat to lighten the situation, but his laugh worsened it. “Let me wash it for you.” Orson forwarded out of the blue as I was about to take a bite from an apple in my hand. His anger vanished, replacing it with his usual shining giggling tone with refreshing aura.

The thought made me giggle, and Orion turned around with an eyebrow raised. "What’s funny?" I shook my head, "sorry, I'm just nervous." He turned back around, "well, whatever it was, you look beautiful when you smile."

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

She was trying so hard. Marcus slid into the empty seat beside me, with his usual grin in place. “Well the predator’s den is assembled. And your beautiful mate looks like she would rather be fighting a rogue bare handed than smiling at one more Alpha.” “It is a lot for her,” I said, my gaze following her until she disappeared through an archway. “Obviously,” Marcus said, without any tease in his tone. “But it is more than that, Alfred. When the Weasley’s arrived….she did not just go quiet. She went pale. I saw it.”