Harry X Ron Novelas e Histórias

Ronald thought he was doing a pretty good job at being Charles’ assistant, given he even knew the exact thoughts running through Charles’ mind. “Well…” Mr. Quinn hesitated, “That pen is…” Mr. Quinn thought about it for a minute before he looked at Ronald and asked, “What is Ms. Shaw’s relationship to Mr. Harrison?” That pen was very expensive! An odd look appeared in Ronald’s eyes as he chuckled and said, “Don’t ask questions you aren’t supposed to know the answers to. Since when did you earn the right to probe into Mr. Harrison’s private matters? Hurry, pack everything up!”

The casual intimacy of it, the way she touched him like she had every right to. Maybe she does, I think bitterly. Maybe that's exactly what I need to accept. "Okay, Mommy." Harry snuggles deeper into my side, his attention drifting back to the screen just as a commercial break starts, and somehow the channel has switched to sports highlights—probably Freda's doing from when she was channel surfing earlier. "Mommy! It's the superhero from the mall! Look!" Harry shrieks, pointing excitedly at the screen. My heart stops. It’s Jaxon in his uniform, throwing a perfect spiral that seems to defy gravity. The camera catches his face, highlighting every sharp angle and the intensity of his focus.

Ricky and Nelson laughed but I could only take another sip of my drink as the words 'my brother's girlfriend' was enough to remind me of how Harry and I got to the stage we are right now. "But who would've actually thought Diane and Harry would end up together after being the cat and rat of the school for a very long time?" Henry said, grinning while the others laughed. I took another sip and turned my face at Harry to see him standing with some guys, holding a red cup as he conversed with them like we never had a fight minutes ago. Asshole. Like he heard the word in my head, he shifted his eyes and locked gazes with me. I quickly downed my drink, having it in mind to get another one soon.

He asked, that same teasing smile playing on his lips. "No!" I exclaimed a little too defensively. All of a sudden, Lydia appeared from nowhere, giving me quite a fright. "Are who and who back together?" She asked then let out a dramatic gasp. "Oh my God, are you and Dean back together?" "No!" I whisper-exclaimed. "What is with you people?" "Wait, I know you." Lydia said to Harry. "You're a Ronald brother." "Harry Ronald, nice to meet you." He extended his hand.

"You said so much nonsense and didn't even get to the point. Listen, ask your boss to take this call now. Otherwise, his wife will be dead very soon." Kane was often by Xander's side. Although he had not met Ron in person, he could still recognize his voice. "Ron Hagrid?" Ron impatiently said, "Tell your boss, Xander, to answer the phone! I don't want to repeat myself for the third time."

He looks emotionless yet his eyes never failed to show the murderous emotion. He hates her. Too much that he doesn't even consider talking about her. And I don't blame him. Rose is responsible for this. Xander came back and looked coldly at Harry who rolled his eyes. "Well, I will come back tomorrow then. Till then goodbye sis. Goodbye Mr. Storm." Xander nodded looking at Harry's hand that he extended for a handshake. My eyes widened in surprise when Xander grabbed his hand and pulled him in a bear hug. Harry looked startled too.

She hugs Harry. "Ryn, wow...You've grown a lot." Harry compliments her. A/N: Ryn is one of the girls harry got intimate with during high school. "Thanks but that's all the lord's doing. Here, have some drink." She stretches it to him. "Oh, thanks." Harry drinks the wine, feeling a little dizzy. "I'm feeling a little dizzy. Can you take me to the bathroom please?" "Sure." She put her hand around his waist, his left hand around her neck, walking to sickbay.

xoxo, Ronnie

No war. No enemies. No shadows lurking beyond our reach. Just us. Just this. And then— The door slammed open. The sound shattered the moment instantly. Xavier pulled back slightly, his body tensing again out of instinct as his gaze snapped toward the entrance. I turned as well. Ronan stood there. Breathing steady—but his expression… It was wrong. Too tight. Too serious. The kind of expression that never brought good news. “I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said, though his tone suggested otherwise.