Chemistry - Ron Weasley fan fic

08 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒

A/n: AHHHH THANK YOU FOR EVERYONE READING. Loads of u are putting this book in your libraries and I've never been so excited, I legit screamed on a FaceTime call when I saw that four people had put it in there libraries. Upgrades people upgrades 😩🤚 anyway hope you are enjoying ~H❤️

"you flaming piece of hippogriff shit"

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Breakfast was going smoothly, calm and collected as the muggles like to say. The chatter around Margo filled her senses giving her a boost of serotonin. Her mind had felt somewhat foggy since the common room, a reason she couldn't pin-point. But that did mean she wasn't enjoying it.

For the first time since the last day of summer the girl was feeling on top of the world; and no one could diminish her mood. Except for one person.

"Maggie?"

Margo immediately tensed, holding her spoon tight, she really did not want this right now. She thought they had an agreement 'she won't go up to his table if he doesn't go up to hers' it was better for both of them.

Still, there he stood, directly behind her, she had to turn around. But maybe just a few more seconds of unknowing innocence, that didn't seem guaranteed though as she looked around the table to see all of her friends looking at her. Well partly at her, their eyes were flicking between her and her brother, Felix. Who was growing impatient.

"I told you not to call me that." Spat Margo spinning round to look at him, her hand slamming against the table, she still wasn't over what had happened between him and Ron, to outside madam Pomfrey when she tried to in a way, comfort him? She didn't even know what she was doing, but she tried something, and he didn't reciprocate the siblingly love.

"I need to talk to you." Felix wasted no time to glare at all her friends, his brown eyes identical to hers sharpening as he scanned around the table. Most glared back with no issues, but none glared back as hard as Ron; Who was surprised his glare hadn't turned the Slytherin to smithereens. It was at moments like these Ron remembered who Margo was, she was part of a death-eater infested pureblood Slytherin chain for centuries.

It's rumoured that her family are linked to salazar Slytherin himself, but firstly there's absolutely no evidence for that argument, secondly the rumor petered out slightly after Margo was placed in gryffinndor.

But Margo wasn't like that was she? Ron couldn't decide anymore, she had been nice to him today and yesterday. She was even slightly pleasant at their tutor session. It was all to confusing to him. His emotional intelligence was not at all that quick.

"Why?" Margo turned back to her porridge, trying to act like her brother didn't exist, it wasn't working that well. Anyway her porridge had become cold now, feeling slimy as it slid down her gullet.

"Blaise has informed me on some stuff and I want to talk to you." Margo swore that was the politest that Felix had ever been to her, he only brought out his big words if he was talking to a teacher or he was thinking of new ways to insult people. That only meant two things, this was a trap, or he was really, really angry about something. Margo had a gut feeling it was the latter.

"You and Blaise been gossiping about me." Margo said sarcastically, the table trying to stifle their laughs, even Ron broke his glare to give a quick, millisecond of a giggle.

"It's nothing like that Margo, I just noticed something and I thought your brother should know." For the first time Margo had finally noticed that felix had an accomplice with him, Blaise zabini. Her and Blaise weren't friends, for her they were the furthest thing from it. But he considered them good friends, she never had the heart to tell him she finds him as annoying as nails against a chalkboard.