Ron Weasley Smile Novels & Stories

Ronan's face is blank and expressionless and it makes me smile in triumph. "Where's your date?" She screeches. "Right behind you"

, I shrugged, "Well, why not?" She laughed, shaking her head. "I can't believe it. I'm so sorry, Oliver Weasley, for not telling you that you had offered an amazing food that my tongue had almost forgotten—and also being so helpful. And, And, And I'm sorry for snapping at you when you tried to pick up my plate like a true gentleman.", She said with a smile. "I'm sorry for saying all these words after this long time, but it's just that I…I was not in a good mood that day.", She explained all these things, but I again caught something weird between her words. What did she mean by saying 'you had offered an amazing food which my tongue had almost forgotten.'?

"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?"

He was smiling back at her , replying to her with that annoying fake softened expression of his . Wow . Seriously ? Where were these smiles when he talked to me ? My heart squeezed in an almost painful kind of way . Ugh , I needed to get some fresh air or I might vomit . " woah , I thought it will be you guys making them burn in jealousy " said Ron grinning at the my and Selina's similar expression of jealousy " just look at your face " " We are not jealous " I snapped at him staring at him distaste slapping my drink on the counter " And I think you should stop drinking before you end up falling flat on your back "

A thoughtful look flashes in his eyes before he shakes his head. “Nothing,” he says, then smiles. “Just a hunch.” I stand on the tip of my toes, planting a kiss on his right cheek. “Well, you were wrong.” His orbs sparkle with a smile, a smile that comes from relief. I cannot understand, but I don’t question it further. All I do is stroke his bearded chin over and over again, unable to look away from him, until Ronan’s voice snaps me out of my reverie. “Having fun without us?”

“Do you actually hate it, or is there some kind of emotional attachment going on?” A small smile tugged at Solene’s lips, but she hid it with a sip, then she picked up her fork. But Ronan had caught the smile and tilted his head slightly. “I knew you still remembered how to smile.” Solène just sighed softly,lowering her eyes again. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize.” His tone wasn’t harsh, it was relaxed even. Then there was a pause, the violence the only sound to be heard as Ronan watched her take a piece in her mouth.

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.

His almond-shaped eyes turned round in disbelief. Once he made sure that he wasn't hallucinating, he laid down his brush and extended his right hand. Then, he greeted me with a smile, "Welcome back, Professor Luna." I was in a cheery mood, and his polite greeting only made me happier. Playing along, I shook his right hand. "I trust you didn't slack when I was away." "Of course not, Ma'am. We're hardworking kids." Winston tried to stand up, but he forgot that he was sitting down. He missed his balance and began crashing down on me.

It took me a full minute, my focus caught by a particularly grumpy-looking wizard, to realize there was someone else in the room. Seated across from him, in a plush armchair that looked far too comfortable for a school office, was an older woman. Her dark hair was swept into a neat, elegant bun, its intricate twists secured with what looked like a silver pin. As she slowly turned her head towards me, her long, dark bangs, a striking, almost ethereal charcoal grey, shifted across her brow. Her eyes, a vibrant, sparkling blue, widened slightly. And then, a brilliant, warm smile erupted on her face, making the fine lines around her eyes crinkle with genuine warmth. It was a smile that reached h

“Maybe he never learned how to be.” Damien caught Draco’s next throw easily. The ball smacked into the leather with a satisfying thwack, and Draco clapped his hands, jumping up and down. “You did it!” the boy exclaimed. Damien smiled—small, almost shy—and tossed the ball back. “Your turn, champ.” Elena’s breath caught again. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him smile like that. Not the dangerous smirk. Not the cruel edge. But a real one.