Chemistry - Ron Weasley fan fic

23 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐹𝑖𝑣𝑒

A/N- I'm thinking of reading to all the young dudes, partly because Andrew Garfield is the second love of my life 😖💔 but I'm scared I'll get to into it and not write so I probs won't do that 💅💕- H♥️

"Favourite song?"

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Toad in the hole had never tasted so delicious. The gravy so divine and creamy as it mixed magically with the plump, rich mash. The elf's had done a splendid job again, Margo reminded herself to thank them later.

Speaking of Margo, she was currently sat next to Dean and Hermione as always, Neville in front of her. Neville and Dean were locked in a heated conversation on wether quidditch or Herbology were more useful skills, Herbology was for sure the win, but Margo would never utter those words; she didn't have a death wish.

Her eyes glanced to Ron for a second or two,
Most likely being the 500th time she had done that in the span of four hours. But for some reason she just couldn't tear her eyes away from him, ever since they had buried the hatchet all those hours ago, something about him was just so... captivating.

Sometimes Ron would catch her, to which she would blush furiously and look away quicker than a whippet. To fast to notice the red hue that would sprinkle across Rons cheeks in return.

Margo just couldn't wrap her head around why she was acting like this, the sudden lingering thoughts and childish daydreams, it was like she had a hyper fixation to the boy. Which Margo wasn't going to let happen. No matter how much Margo would consider it she knew she could never date anyone other than a Slytherin.

Her father would never approve. It's not like she craved her fathers approval, she could live happily without it. But it wasn't her who she was worried for, it was her significant other. Margo had no idea what her father would do to her boyfriend if he wasn't a Slytherin, but she knew it would never be good.

She could never put someone she cared so deeply about in danger, that sacrifice meant no Blue, Yellow or Red ties aloud.

Her father didn't even know she was friends with Hermione and Harry, because if he did... let's just say her actions would have consequences.

"Move up Dean I need to talk to Margo for a second."

A cheery voice interrupted Margo's whirlwind of inner thoughts, sub-siding her growing panic attack. Looking over to where the voice had originated from Margo's eyes fell on George Weasley, pushing Dean up forcefully. Dean grumbled some profanity before scooting over. George's lean body squeezed in tightly, all threes breath becoming restricted.

"To what do I owe the pleasure Weasley." Margo laughed, cutting her sausage up into small individual pieces, just like her father had taught her.

"I need your help." George begged, looking at Margo with pleading eyes, Margo looked at him quizzically before tilting her head as if to tell him to carry on.

"Well basically as you know I've developed these certain feelings for-"

"Hey Margo could you pass the gravy!!" George was interrupted quickly by a impatient looking Ron Weasley, his hand outstretched.

Ron looked between the two with a confused tilt, when had George got there?

"Yeah yeah, here Ron." She smiled, passing him the gravy boat delicately.

"Thanks." Ron smiled back, never leaving his eyes from the pair. But Margo and George didn't notice, carrying on with their conversation.

"I've developed these certain... feelings for Elsie-"

"I knew it!" Hurrahed Margo, waving her hands in the air as if in victory. "I knew it I knew it I knew it." She carried on chanting, before George gave her a swift kick from under the table. Making the brunette wince in pain, abruptly stopping.