blue → george weasley

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reconciliation » noun ⇢ the restoration of friendly relations.

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"How dare you just leave your date to dance with that... that... slag!" Angelina whisper yelled to George as he stole her drink and took a gulp. "It was just a dance Ang, not that deep." He replied not quite understanding why she was so upset about it.

She scoffed and crossed her arms. "It doesn't seem like a big deal to you George, but it hurts to see your date go off and dance with someone else."

"Is that why you're in a bad mood? Because Lane and Fred are dancing?"

She scoffed again and he huffed. "Would you stop that? I just don't understand why everyone is suddenly pissed off at me?"

"It's different when Lane and Fred are dancing because she's my friend. But Orpha on the other hand..." She trailed off. "Yes, a slag, you mentioned that before," George replied.

"And she's not friends with Lane and just stole her date," Angelina added. George seemed to slowly be understanding but was still slightly confused. "But she said it was fine. I asked her."

"She probably didn't want to come across as possessive or anything. From what I know, you two aren't dating so she probably didn't want to seem like she was holding you back." Angelina explained and watched Fred and Lane smiling. "She really likes you, Georgie. Don't hurt her." He followed her eyes and turned to watch the two dance and frowned.

"I didn't mean to hurt her feelings." He rubbed the back of his neck and got up as the song turned slow again. "I'm going to try and make it right..." Before he could go over to the pair, however, he turned to Angelina with a panicked expression. "How do I make it right?"

She laughed and stood up walking with him to the dancefloor. "Just, don't ditch her again. Make her feel like she's the only one you have eyes for." She said pulling him along.

As they reached Fred and Lane, Angelina smiled sweetly at them. "Sorry to ruin the fun but can I steal him back for a song?" She asked and Lane nodded quickly. "He's tired me out so much I might just head to bed, to be honest."

The hall was starting to empty, and students made their way to their dorms as the night went on. Lane didn't think George would miss her, but she knew it was best if she wished him goodnight and thanked him for bringing her. Angelina gave George a look over her shoulder and moved out of the way with Fred so he could see Lane.

"Hey," he said rubbing the back of his neck. "Want to dance?"

Lane raised her eyebrows; she hadn't noticed him come over with Angelina at first and expected him to still be with Orpha. "It's alright George." She gave a sad smile. "Thank you so much for bringing me with you. I had a lot of fun, but you can go dance with Orpha again, I'm probably gonna head to bed."

He frowned and she couldn't help but do it back. Why was he frowning? Shouldn't he be happy she was going to be out of his way? "Just one last dance?" He pleaded softly and she agreed before he led her to a more private area of the dancefloor.

He held her waist this time, abandoning her hand in order to pull her closer to him. She innocently put her hands on his shoulders and tried to act like she wasn't experiencing fireworks in her stomach as he smiled down at her.

"I'm really sorry about dancing with Orpha for so long." He said softly so only they could hear.

"It's okay, like I said George, I'm thankful you brought me as a favor to Ginny." She looked down a bit ashamed. "I'm sorry if I was rude. I was foolish of me to assume you'd want to spend the whole ball together when you didn't actually want to go with me."