Novel & Cerita Ron Weasley X Hermione Granger

She asked, dragging me along the path that led to the main pack house. “Hermoine Granger,” I answered and Susie fell into a rant about how the dynamic between her and Ron Weasley made for the perfect love story which I couldn’t help but agree with. *** An hour into The Chamber of Secrets I caught a scent that made me freeze in my seat, the room was dark except for the light of the tv screen but Jasper’s presence was clear as day to me. He was accompanied by a blond guy who looked to be around his age and as they searched the crowded room for space to join the marathon, it became painstakingly obvious that the only space left was on the couch beside me.

"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.

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

"What is it? Ambrose asked when he saw Theodore getting tensed and nervous. "Your granddaughter is about to arrive," Theodore said before adding, "I'm going to bring her and Dotty here." "Ah. The future queen or king is about to arrive." Crystal Cornell spoke with a smile. She was the former werewolf queen and grandmother of Steve Weasley. In fact, she was the one who was going to lead both vampires and werewolves tonight. While Scarlett Wright was going to lead the witches and wizards present there. While Oliver, Owen, and Oscar were going to lead the hunters.

He exclaimed with a dramatic eye roll. Hermione's grip on his arms was unyielding, preventing him from launching an attack on the other person. Despite his burning desire to retaliate, he was powerless due to Hermione's forceful intervention. His face twisted in disgust as he turned on his heel and strode away, Hermione at his side. Hermione whipped around to face us, her eyes shooting daggers piercing our souls. I can feel the weight of her evil intentions bearing down on me. It's as if a dark cloud of hostility hangs over her every move, signaling that something genuinely dreadful is on the horizon. Sensations are coursing through me.

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We collapsed onto the bed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs. For the rest of the night and into the early hours of dawn, we explored each other's bodies thoroughly, missionary, doggy style, him tying me to the bed posts and driving into me with abandon. We came again and again until we were too exhausted to move. As the sun began to rise outside, Snape pulled me close and kissed me softly. "This changes nothing," he murmured against my lips. "You're still a Gryffindor brat." "And you're still a Slytherin prick," I teased back with a smile.

*** Few minutes later I exit mom's room. She's currently asleep. Her tears really drained her. I chuckle. Typical mom. I turn around. A firm grip unexpectedly spin and slam me hard against the wall. I wince. Hermione!. Her tight grip gradually shrink my perfect jaw. "What are your intentions with Ron and his female rescurer?" She questions. I gasp. She knows?. How?!.