Weasley Twins One Shots [x Reader]

George Weasley

Title: Sweet Like Honey Pt. 2

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Summary: It's finally the day of the Yule Ball and you and George are both nervous as can be. Will he find the nerve to make a move or will you have to take drastic measures?

Word Count: 1.9k

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Today was the day. It was finally the day of the Yule Ball. You looked at your reflection in the mirror as you stood in your dorm room. A ghost of a smile graced your lips as you studied yourself in the mirror; Your hair was pinned back and flowing, your makeup was natural, and your dress couldn't be more perfect. Your dress was a pale blue with gold embroidery that clinched at your waist then hung gracefully. It had a sweetheart neckline and long sleeves that had the gold embroidery from your shoulder all the way to your wrist. You were certain if you could fall in love with a dress, you would be married to the one you were wearing. Everything about your appearance felt perfect. Perfect dress, perfect hair, perfect makeup - perfect date.

The thought brought a blush to your face and made you inclined to bite your lip. You couldn't believe that you were going to the Yule Ball with someone like George Weasley. You really couldn't believe that you met him in a library on a Saturday. You knew him before - of course - but you wouldn't have thought that he would be how he had been. He had a wonderful sense of humor and was quite funny, but you already knew that having seen him and his brother's pranks many times over the years. What wasn't expected was how kind and soft spoken he was. Not that you thought he would be a rude person because he loved a prank, but rather that you were pleasantly surprised at how someone you had only seen very boisterous be vulnerable in his emotions when he wished to be. That day in the library he had made you laugh, yes, but you felt that really just being in his presence, no matter how short the time had been, was akin to gliding over water; He made you feel lighter and more free.

Since you met a month ago, you had been spending more and more time with George. He'd walk you to class and would come to your hidden nook in the back of the library where you talk about anything and everything. He would talk to you about the pranks he was planning with his brother and you'd give him ideas. He told you about his goals and aspirations - how he and Fred wanted to open their own joke shop, he had told you rather sheepishly, almost embarrassed a few days ago. You had shook your head furiously, saying that you thought it was brilliant - that he was brilliant. Right after you told him that you had blushed and he had given you a boyish grin. You were sure he was going to kiss you, you had hoped at least. The look in his eyes had told you that he wanted to kiss you too. You had wondered how his lips would feel on yours - would they be soft like his voice and feel velvety like his laugh? You didn't find out, though. As soon as he could have leaned in, he didn't - clearing his throat and saying he had to go, offering to walk you back to your Common Room. He could've kissed you just as well when you stopped in front of the door and you looked at him saying - you could kiss me right now, you know? - but only said he'd see you the next day and you were left without a kiss from George Weasley.

As you stared at your reflection once more, making sure everything looked perfect, you knew that you would've frowned at the reminder that George had two chances to kiss you and didn't if it wasn't that you knew that he would be waiting for you down in the Great Hall looking dashing as ever. Smiling at your reflection you bit your lip softly, knowing that if he wouldn't kiss you before the night was over you would pull into an empty corridor and kiss him yourself.

You walked down the halls and corridors until you reached the Great Hall and exhaled, all your nerves settling. You have checked your appearance far too many times and you look good - beautiful, actually. You never felt so confident in your own skin - you figured that this was the only time you would get as close as feeling like a princess.