Chemistry - Ron Weasley fan fic

18 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡... 𝐺𝑜!!

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"I Do Not Like Ron!!"

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Even though Ron wasn't acting like it, he was still angry at Margo. As he made his way over to hogs head, snow crunching under his feet lightly, He thought about Margo. He thought about what to do, because Ron was pissed at her, god he was so pissed.

He was also angry at himself for being so blind. Ron had no idea what had overcome him the last few weeks. The fact he even considered the idea Margo had "changed" was disgusting.

She was still that pure blood bitch he grew up with. Socialising with the purest of the pure, Slytherins. God even the word made Ron shudder.

But she had kinda rejected Blaise, and she hadn't talked to Felix since the fight.
But that was stupid Ron, shut up, god she's a bad person. All ways has been always will be, she's a Lokolova.

But there was something gnawing at Rons subconscious. Something that had been brewing in his mind for a while now.
Why did he feel the need to protect her. The need to make sure she was okay. It felt primal, when he saw how uncomfortable she was in The Three Broomsticks he wanted to help her so bad, so he did. Ron did a 'lil dancey dance' with his foot.

For her. It was only for her.

Also when they were in Defence Against The Dark Arts and Blaise was getting a bit to close for comfort, once again he felt that primal fire burn in the pit of his stomach.

And once again when he saw Felix push her over in the hallway, the need to protect her rose again. It had risen and risen countless times. That could only mean one thing,
Did Ron care for Margo?

But he couldn't, or better yet he wouldn't.

So that's why he had to change tactic. The Three Broomsticks was a mess, so that meant he had to go cold turkey.
The rules were: No interaction with her, no talking, no looking, basically just completely acting like she didn't exist. That would be fine, right?

The uncomfortable exterior of Hogs Head began to pan into view. The creaking sign and the run down oak giving it an eerie, depressing feel. Margo just wanted to go home, after every single little thing that had happened that day she was ready to give up and flop in her bed. Play some coming of age shit that would make her cry. And fall asleep tears streaking down her face.

The idea just felt like heaven.

Walking in the interior was just as icy as the exterior. Old witches and wizards sat along the edges, glaring at the rowdy group of teens immensely. Walking down to the back of the pub Margo shook the snow that had accumulated on her shoulders.

Looking down for a seat she noticed most were taken. Before spotting one at the back of the crowd. Taking her seat Margo watched as Ron went to sit down next to Hermione, anger prominent in his features. It was quite hot to be honest, wait she meant- wait no- Margo shut up. Rons so gross and ugly.

Margo was rushed out of her thoughts as she felt a finger poke gently into her shoulder.

"Hey, is it alright if I sit with you, Michael's gone of with his girlfriend and I really don't want to have to watch them snog each other's faces of for twenty minutes."

Margo turned around to be face to face with the girl from the pub, the one who stood up for her, or most importantly Angelicas sister; Juliette.