Chemistry - Ron Weasley fan fic

42 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑, ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑦

"Boyfriend and Girlfriend!"

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Margo sat in her dorm, still staring at the battered, old letter from Ron. It was much more crumpled then before, if that was even possible. The words had smudged due to the sweat pouring from Margo's hands. 

The note was driving her insane, was it Ron? Was it not Ron? If it was what did it mean? Was he angry? Did he miss her? From Margo's perspective there was only one way to find out.

She was going to talk to Ron, not at that moment, since she was one of the only people at Hogwarts, but when he got back... it was time to dig to the meaning of it. Yes, Margo was being a little obsessive, and maybe a little over bearing. But she didn't care, not when there was an opportunity to talk to the man she wanted most, she needed this.

No one was back yet, which was kind of a bummer. Her Father had sent her and Felix home quite early, five am to be exact, so to say Margo was cranky would be an understatement.

The rest of her holiday was mediocre, mainly spending days up away in her room, only coming down when it was mandatory.  

Margo sat on her dorm bed, waiting for Ron to arrive. She would know when he was back, since he spent Christmas with Hermione. Who was still very much hesitant with Margo, never really speaking to her. 

She hadn't reacted like Juliette, who was also not speaking to her, but Juliette was different, it was as if she knew, knew Margo was going through something so traumatic, it would be a blood bath if anyone knew anything.

 As if on cue, Hermione trudged in, her hands gripping two suitcases, she looked tired, but Margo would be as well if she had to lug two heavy suitcases up a flight of stairs. 

Margo smiled up at Hermione weakly, eyes fluttering down. She was embarrassed to talk to her, ever since their somewhat argument, Hermione had been ignoring Margo like it was the last thing she'd do.

"Hey." Margo mumbled, watching as Hermione back stiffened, pausing her unpacking.

"Uhm... hey." she said back, not even bothering to turn around. Margo's head dropped in disappointment.

She cleared her throat attempting more conversation, desperate to make this somewhat sustainable. She wasn't ready to use Hermione completely, even though she had acted like it. "How was your Christmas?"

"It was fine." Hermione spoke back, monotone. "You?"

Margo twiddled with her fingers, a nervous habit she had picked up from Juliette "Same old, same old." 

"Thats good." Hermione said, walking over to the bathroom and slamming the door with no hesitation. Margo fell on her back, looking up at the ceiling. 

Deciding it was now or never, Margo rose from the bed, making her way out the room, in search of a certain red-head. Full of questions. She would have to hunt for him, not knowing wether he was in his dorm, the common room, or the kitchen, but Margo suspected the common room; they always seemed to talk in there. 

Making her way down the stairs, nerves enveloped her system, this was a moment Margo had been building up for a week, sleepless nights, deciding what she was going to say, how she way going to say it. 

Taking the final step, her eyes immediately locked on to him. How could they not, with his nose tinted slightly red from the cold, his hands wrapped up in little Christmas themed gloves, he looked adorable. 

Margo stood and stared, all words falling from her throat, this was a bad idea, she couldn't go up to Ron, not after everything, it was selfish of her. But she had to do this, she needed the closure on the letter, or else it would riddle her mind until hearts content.