Chemistry - Ron Weasley fan fic

24 𝐹𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

A/N- ME AND RON HAVE THE SAME PERSONALITY TYPE YAYAYAYA (enfp) -H♥️

"That, was my brother."

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It was Friday morning when Ron Weasley was mindlessly walking down the corridor on his way to History Of Magic. The end of autumn dawning and the beginning of winter introducing itself with a bite of the nose and a prick of the skin.

It had been two days since Margo and Rons pinky promise, but still the record was not placed in his hands. Ron wondered if she had forgot, which was understandable, Ron just wished he hadn't gotten his hopes up so much.

He also hadn't brought it up in conversation, to afraid of the embarrassment that may conjure. The two had been talking incessantly. In the morning, in class, at lunch, after lunch classes, after school, at dinner, after dinner. You name a time, they would have had a conversation then.

Margo said it was to make up for the last five years the two had plotted against each other. Ron was okay with this explanation, if it meant he could talk to her more.

By the sounds of it you would think Ron liked Margo, but this was not the case. Well Ron would tell you this is not the case. They were just very good friends, he did not feel any sort of attraction towards her in the slightest.

Okay maybe he did a little bit that doesn't mean he had a crush on her. It doesn't!

"Ron! Ron!"

Rons thoughts were distracted by the shout of his name, turning around his eyes were met with a jogging Margo. Pulling up her bag strap every second as it ran down her shoulder incessantly.

"Margo?" He asked, an amused smile on lips as she caught up to him, crouching down and placing her hands on her knees, catching her breath.

"I. Found... It." Margo panted through laboured breaths, pointing towards the backpack that was barley hanging onto her shoulder.

"God how far did you run? From Germany or something?" Said Ron, accidentally disregarding Margo's last statement.

"I'm not athletic okay." She laughed, standing straight again. "I had to run from the kitchens, forgot to thank the elf's for their food the other night."

Ron smiled widely at her words, finding it sweet that she felt the need to talk to the elf's personally. Even over something as simple as food.

"I found it." Margo continued to announce

"Found what?" Ron asked, perplexed by the girls sudden statement. Sadly Ron was not answered, Margo to busy rifling through her school bag. Items like pens and snow globes falling out now and again.

"Aha!" She exclaimed, pulling out a large square vinyl case, five African-American boys were printed on the front. A jukebox with bold orange letters sat on the right, the colour yellow shooting out and burning anyone who looked at its eyes.

"Diana Ross Presents, Jackson 5." Margo passed the thin square towards Ron, who took it in his hands roughly. Not truly knowing how to hold a vinyl. "Don't bend it, that will shatter the disk." She warned, watching as Ron twirled it through his fingertips.

"Which ones Michael?" He asked, face brightening as he realised that she had remembered. His hobby of overthinking being dismissed once again.

"The little one that the very front, cute isn't he?" Margo remarked, peering down at the beautiful case she treasured so dearly.

"Are you trying to tell me you have a crush on Michael?" Ron implied, suddenly feeling a knot form in his stomach as he stared down at the little boy, dislike bubbling in his heart.