Chemistry - Ron Weasley fan fic

10 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑇𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡

"Just give me a shot darling"

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It was Thursday morning when Margo woke up especially late for school, Hermione had woken her up by throwing the poor girl of her bed, which is always a nice way to start the day.

After that, her toothbrush snapped in half from the vigour that Margo was brushing, along with the fact all her deodorant ran out, sadly she had to use lavenders. And lastly her shirt ripped as she was pulling it along her shoulders. God damnit.

So you can now understand why Margo was really not in the chirpiest mood that morning at the breakfast table. Everyone was laughing and smiling around her, it just made her gulp down the porridge with that much more resentment.

"Hey Margo?" Fred said opposite her, the twin seemed to be sat all alone since george had taken it upon himself to sit with Elsie and her group a few seats down.

"Yes Freddie." Gritted Margo stabbing her porridge, trying to remove the non-existent lumps.

"Woah woah what's got your knickers in a twist." Joked Fred nudging her foot from under the table, making Margo growl.

As Margo was about to shout and rant to her hearts content about how bad her morning way and how unhelpful Fred was being Hermione decided to do it for her.

"Bad morning." Hermione seemed to rush the statement, knowing Margo to well. Margo sent what she thought was a well earned glare at Hermione who just looked at her with a calm and somber look.

"Gotcha." Fred mumbled, looking back down at his eggs and bacon before going back to pondering.

"Say Ronniekins?" Called Fred, Ron stopped his conversation with Dean, looking up at Fred with irritation at the nickname.

"What." replied Ron with about just as much anger as Margo.
"Jesus you guys need to sign up to anger management sometime." Mocked Fred pointing between the pair who were both sat beside Dean.

"Wow your so funny you know, you should become a bloody comedian sometime." Margo said dryly, swirling her porridge around with her spoon, the sticky sound filling her ears.

"Margo, don't encourage him, he will do it and then someone's gonna have to tell him he's the shittest comedian this world has ever seen." Laughed Ron, looking at Margo in a playful, carefree manor, once again that warm fuzzy feeling erupted in her stomach. 'Knock it of Margo, just ignore it' she thought. Suddenly her porridge wasn't so appetising.

This has been happening since Monday lunch time, it was starting to get on her nerves. Everytime she heard him laugh or say something from beside her in potions this weird fuzzy feeling made itself known. Even if it was difficult to keep her cool around him the two had been talking more than ever. They would have chats in potions about the holidays -Margo refrained a lot from telling him about her loving home life- but she loved listening to all the happiness that came from the Weasley house, it sounded like a dream.

"Shut up you two, I hate that you two are now friends." Fred groaned slamming his head against the table.

"We aren't friends." Rushed Ron, a little to quickly for Margo's liking. His eyes seemed worried and the carefree aroma he had two minutes ago was had suddenly vanished.
Margo snapped out of her daze, coughing awkwardly as she noticed everyone's eyes shift from her to Ron, who was still looking at Fred in a worry some way.

"Uhm yeah, why, why would me and Ron ever be friends." Began Margo looking around at the table, a sad blush coating her freckled face. "How could you guys think that lowly of me." Margo finished with a dry, fake chuckle before packing up her thing.