opposites attract ~ ron weasley x oc

you're cheating, again?

"Do you ever sit eating eggs and think, ew, this is literally a chicken baby? I am literally eating an unborn chicken baby"

Tracey had a habit of expressing her unwanted thoughts, especially in the morning hours, which I think was due to the fact that she was most creative during those hours. And also because she loved ruining everyone's mornings - that was a given.

"No, but now I have. And now I don't like eggs" I sighed, throwing my fork down onto my plate and pushing the half-eaten eggs across the table as I reached for a piece of toast. Surely that was more safe than an unborn baby chicken.

"Tracey, you know not everyone wants to hear every thought you've ever had?" Pansy added, all of us staring at Tracey in disgust as she happily continued to eat her scrambled eggs.

"Don't worry, chicken eggs are unfertilised anyway. There's no way you could ever eat an 'unborn chicken baby'"

"Hm, well...the more you know" Tracey smiled, now digging into a sausage. Seeming to be the only one enjoying breakfast after she had dropped such a bombshell early on.

"On a more enjoyable, less putrid subject, who's excited to go on our annual 'Tracey's now loaded lets spend her money' Hogsmeade trip?"

"Me!" Tracey shouted, clasping her hands together "One hundred and seventy galleons this year ladies, so you know what that means"

"You're fucking loaded?" Millicent guessed.

"Well, yes. But what I was going to say is that means I will be getting you all gifts and getting myself the annual gift of a new lingerie set"

We all chorused our thank yous, Tracey accepting them happily - loving to treat us every year. And, luckily enough for us, that treat only got larger each year because with every year she got older the money would multiple her age by ten (leaving us with a bigger gift each time).

"So you're telling me they're still doing this age times money thing, after all these years?"

"Yep. So by one hundred I am going to be flooded with money, buying lingerie left right and center" she sighed happily, daydreaming about her future life. Or future sex life in Tracey's case.

"I highly doubt you're going to make it to one hundred Trace. I mean, we're literally sitting here hungover after consuming a fuck ton of alcohol and smoking about fifty drunken cigarettes"

"Yeah, but you have to figure in the amount of sex cardio she does. Surely that counts as healthiness?"

"And I'm eating eggs, they're good for you aren't they Mills?"

It was a conversation that could've gone on forever.

And it was a conversation that did go on forever.

It continued the whole way towards the dorm rooms as we finished getting dressed, and it continued as we walked towards Hogsmeade - never once faltering in new subjects that were able to tie in perfectly.

Only once we had entered 'Honeydukes' did their discussion halt, the only thing they could possibly concentrate on being the many sweets displayed in the glass - ready for us to buy them and quickly devour once we entered our dorm room.

"I just know you're looking at all of these thinking about what to get Ron" Tracey commented knowingly, reading me like an open book, as she picked out a couple of Cauldron cakes both her and Cedric would soon share.

"Shut up." I blushed "No I'm not" directing my gaze away from the fudge and towards something for me whilst Tracey handed her money over the counter.

"Anything for you?" Mrs Flume asked, her eyes wrinkling as she grinned widely - finding it rather scary to know people could be so consistently happy.