Chemistry - Ron Weasley fan fic

49 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑇𝑜 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛

A/N- Hello to all the new readers!! Its been lovely to see you all chatting away and piecing bits and pieces of the story together. Ive had the pleasure of watching you experience my work and for that I can only be grateful. Hope you enjoy this new chapter and have the best halloween!! Im going as a 60's hippie ;) 

"you win." 

2.7k words

Margo awoke to the sound of murmuring voices and hushed whispers. Where was she? Who was speaking? What time was it? All these thoughts rushed into her head so quickly she felt her veins pulsating through her brain. 

More continued to join, where's Ron? Wheres Felix? What happened to Blaise? Margo's heart rate picked up, the light above her blinding her eye lids. 

"Ron?!" She called out, not exactly looking for said man, just needing to be heard, by someone.

"Its okay sweetheart, I'm here." A gruff, low voice resounded from beside her. Margo's shoulders relaxed, the feeling of a large hands clamping over her own. The thick scent of maple dancing in her senses. 

"What happened-" She began to speak, being cut off with a wince as she tried to pry her eyes open. Falling shut easily after making contact with the florescent light. 

"You've been out cold all day now, the hospital wings shutting in ten minutes." He whispered softly, peppering soft kisses all over the top of her ear. Her heart swelled at the gentle feeling of his nose nuzzling into her skin, breathing her scent with calmness. 

"Where is everyone?" Margo continued, tilting her head and ignoring the shock of pain that reverberated through her skull. Her eyes scrunched, Ron quickly noticing before cradling her face with both of his hands, positioning her head in a much more comforting place. 

Pulling away the few stray strands that lay on her face, Ron began to recall the events after breakfast. "Well Blaise is currently being dealt with by Madame Pomfrey, you can tell though she's not using her gentlest hands. Umbridge gave me the years worth of detention, but Mcgonagoll was able to bite it down to two weeks. Felix wasn't so lucky though."

Margo's mind stuttered, unable to remember Felix at any point. "Fuck. Felix? What happened to Felix? What did he do?" 

Ron brows furrowed. "Do you not remember? Felix was the one who knocked Blaise out cold, his own heads fucked but he's better off by far." 

"Is he here?" Margo suddenly thought, trying to lift herself up only to be stopped by Ron's dominant hands. He stood, leaning himself down, so he was now hovering above her small figure. His breath fanned her own, mixing together scandalously. 

"Everyones here honey. And everyones okay." Rons final words of comfort were cut as he leaned down into Margo's lips, they were too tempting, almost hypnotic, he would get on his hands and knees if it meant just being able to brush them against his own. 

"Fuck." He moaned to himself, nearly climbing on the bed, it was as he was drunk of her taste. Heat rushed through the both of them, need growing as their tongues sold against one another in harmony. Margo whined, finding herself much more flustered than she intended to be. 

"Kiss me Ron." She breathed, somehow breathlessly. 

"I am kissing you love." He laughed back, His lips still caught in hers.