Ron Weasley X Hermione Granger Novelas e Histórias

"Have you heard? Freya never went to the Onyx Wolf pack." "Could she have run off with another wolf?" "I wouldn't be surprised. Alpha Ronan clearly prefers Willow now anyway." "I heard they've been staying together these past few days and even spent the Moon Goddess festival together." "Seems like Freya won't be holding onto the Luna position for much longer." Willow also deliberately flaunted intimate photos of herself with Ronan, even making sure the wolves caught sight of the moonstone necklace around her neck. That was a gift only exchanged between wolves in an intimate relationship.

"Thank you for warning me. But I need to get to class." I walk away before she can say anything else. Before she can tell me more things that will make this nightmare worse. First period passes in a blur. I can't focus on anything the teacher says. My mind keeps spinning with Luna's words. Fiancé. School queen. Really angry. By second period, my hands are shaking so badly I can barely hold my pen. The binding stone around Ronan's neck still affects me, but it's weaker now. Professor Blackwood's potion gave me some strength back.

I hold it to my mouth, keeping my eyes on him. A sharp smirk crosses his face. “Yeah, figured.” I bite into the strawberry on purpose, and watch his jaw tighten like he’s fighting a losing battle. I smile around it. “See? Stress relief.” He leans in closer, his hands brushing my scalp. “You’re gonna be the end of me, Hermione.” He leans in and bites into the strawberry I’m holding. We both chew it into each other’s mouths, exchanging fluids, and it's a slow, sweet rush.

The air hung thick with tension, the only sound being the faint bubbling of the half-stirred potion still simmering in the cauldron. Eron closed his eyes and exhaled a slow, trembling breath. He should have known that Ron would figure it out. The Nightshade Witch could be very dumb at times but also very perceptive. At least, he was easier to talk to than that husband of his whose only job was to listen to heaven and do whatever they asked of him. With a flick of his finger, two wooden chairs levitated toward him and Ron, landing softly before them. He sat down heavily, burying his face in his hands.

Not only were they popular, they were the most handsome of all the guys in Gryffindor. To think they where my brothers. I shrugged it off, like it was some forbidden thought. "Gryffindor is made from a long line of royalties. It's like a generational thing." I told her. "I'm mostly confused about it myself." "I'm sure I won't get confused." She replied, doing the high plank . "You've met walker?" I asked her. "I have. We technically bumped into each other in the worst ways ever." She replied. I grinned, knowing what walker was capable of.

"I hate this life!" I shouted to myself after the whole stress of the day. I had always dreamed to live a good life, be a Luna or even a Beta werewolf but when life would have its way, I was born as an Omega. I am Leonora, an Omega of the Moonshine pack. I am an orphan who works at the pack's forgery. I am one of those that deal with the package and designing of the pack's weapons. All I yearned for in my life is to find my mate who will complete me. My dream almost came through when I met my mate. I was just seventeen then.

"Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!" — Hermione Granger * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy Trying my best not to flush, or worse, blush, I cleared my throat nervously. "Your pen." I pointed at the blue pen laying on the ground between our chairs. "Oh," her eyes followed mine. We both leaned down to grab the pen at the same time, causing our heads to bump.

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

“You said the ladies you slept with are not in our school.” “And I also remember telling you that you will not bump into them anywhere.” Hector said whilst taking off his shoes. He had a monotone on and I could tell he was upset. Two werewolves about to experience the wrath of the Moon Goddess under the full moon, standing together in the same space… disaster. “Do you think I would let them anywhere near you? Hermione you mean so much to me, I can’t disrespect you like that.” “What did you expect me think? Jane is the only other person outside your family that is closest to you and has access to your bedroom.” My voice rose up a notch.

His gaze darted to and fro her face, and I could only ask myself how I'd been oblivious for so long. “Allow me to introduce, Hermione , my Luna and mate.” The people's cheers rode higher this time, almost rupturing my ear drums. I stared at the duo in front of me. I'd already seen it, witnessed it, but a tiny part of me still didn't want to believe it was real.