blue → george weasley

three

chance » noun ⇢ a possibility of something happening.

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October had turned into November and December came quickly from there. Ginny hadn't mentioned her suspicion to Lane, but she kept an eye on her whenever one of the fiery hair boys was nearby. The four girls sat in the hall outside the Great Hall and chatted in hushed voices as they discussed the approaching Yule Ball.

"Neville asked me yesterday!" Ginny said with an excited grin across her face. "I'm so excited I get to go to the ball!"

The girls broke out into giggles and looked around to make sure no one heard their gossiping before someone cleared their throat behind them.

"Luna." A soft voice said making them turn around to see one of the Beauxbatons girls smiling at the blonde. "I've come to ask if you'd like to accompany me to the Yule Ball?"

Rosie, Ginny, and Lane all nearly passed out from the lack of oxygen that came with trying to hold in their squeals. The thick French accent that came with the question would be enough to make anyone swoon. Luna stared at the girl for a moment and then reached out gently and took the yellow rose with gentle red edges.

"I would like that very much." She said smiling at the girl and smelling the flower.

The girl grinned widely and ran off to where her friends were standing as they all spoke in hushed voices. Ginny nearly tackled Luna in a hug as Rosie and Lane smiling proudly at their friend.

"Now we all get to go!" Rosie said before Ginny frowned.

Rosie had been asked by Goyle, one of Draco Malfoy's minions, the week before which meant all the girls except for Lane were able to attend the ball.

"Not Lane..." Ginny corrected before thinking. "I'm sure someone would bring you even if it's not romantic or anything!"

Lane blushed and felt her stomach sink. How humiliating was it that every one of her friends had a date except for her, was she really that undesirable.

"Oi Fred!" Ginny called with a mischievous glint in her eye that proved to show the similarities between her and her troublemaking siblings.

Lane wasn't sure what Ginny was up to, but she knew it couldn't be good from the look on her face. Fred looked over from where he was walking into the Great Hall chatting animatedly with Harry about the next task Triwizard task and walked over.

"What is it?" He asked crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at his little sister. He knew her well enough to know if she called him over, she usually needed something.

"Do you happen to have a date to the ball yet?" She asked batting her lashes.

Lane finally clued into what she was doing and panicked. Sure, she liked George better, but Fred was handsome as hell and she couldn't lie and say the prospect of going to the ball with him made her cheeks turn pink. Fred on the other hand merely raised his brows.

"A bit weird to go with my sister, isn't it?" He chuckled and leaned on the wall next to where they sat.

"The date isn't for me!" Ginny scoffed. "I'm already going with Neville."

She beamed with pride while saying this and, had Lane not been panicking at whatever plan Ginny was conjuring up, she may have thought it was adorable.

"Well, I asked Angelina to the ball last week anyway." Fred informed making Ginny frown. "Why?" Fred asked.

"We've all got dates to the ball except Lane and we want her to come too..." Rosie said frowning. "But she can't go unless someone 4th year or above goes with her."

Fred thought for a moment debating whether or not he should help them or not and then looked to his left as George and Lee walked over.

"Georgie, c'mere." He called to his twin.

George came over and Lane held her breath watching him saunter over. She'd been avoiding the twins since the whole age potion situation. She wished deep down that she had a backbone enough to speak to them about it, but they didn't exactly go out of their way to explain to her what made them change their minds either. Besides the sorry looks George threw her way every once in a while, there was no reconciliation between them.

"Do you reckon you'd bring Mallard to the ball so the girls can have their whole group go?" Fred asked and George looked down meeting her eyes.

Before he could answer, however, Lane piped up.

"He's going with Orpha Buckthorn."

All eyes turned to her and Fred chuckled softly before George blushed.

"Not anymore, some bloke from Durmstrang asked her and she accepted." George corrected with his face red in embarrassment all the way to the tips of his ears.

Lane felt bad. How could you just drop someone as a date – let alone someone as handsome and charming as George Weasley. All the girls watched George still as he hadn't answered the question: would he bring Lane to the ball?

"Not exactly a grand way of asking but sure Laney-" George smiled down at her. "Let's go to the ball together."

Lane wasn't sure what this feeling was exactly but the only memory comparable she could think of was the happiness she felt when she received her Hogwarts letter. She was on cloud nine but to avoid the intrusive stare of Ginny surveying her to her left she just smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, George..." She said softly making him smile and nod before continuing his conversation with Lee and walking into the Great Hall with his friends.

"We have to go dress shopping ASAP!" Rosie said making the girls snap back into their excited murmurs.

This was going to be a Christmas to remember, Lane was sure of it.

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