Starlight// FW

Dates

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 Thursday night had come, and I felt myself becoming nervous as I approached the Gryffindor common room. Fred and I had only seen each other in passing, this would be the first time that we had been together for an extended amount of time. Of course, George would be there too, but at least I would be able to get a read on Fred.

I waited outside until someone entered the common room and I followed them, tightening my hair. It was half up, half down. I just didn't feel like wearing it up, it felt a little restrictive to me. When I entered the room, I was met with an interesting sight. "What's going on?", I said, looking at Ron, who sat with his head in his hands. Harry was sitting scowling into the fire. "They both just got rejected", Hermione whispered, making her way to me.

"Tough", I replied, "Who'd they ask?". Hermione pulled me to the side, and we sat on the plush couch, "Harry asked Cho. And Ron asked Fluer... but she's going with Roger Davis. He asked her right after Ron was done humiliating himself". I let out a laugh. There was a lot of information to unpack there, I wasn't quite sure where to start.

"Roger didn't tell me that he asked Fleur!", I let out, "We're best friends... I'll be bringing that up to him". Hermione laughed, "He must have some game then, she's been asked by half the school". I shrugged, "Apparently so. And Cho's going with Cedric", I commented, "She told him this morning". I still was unable to accept the fact that Roger was going with Fleur. My friend Roger. The one who had yet to have a girlfriend at Hogwarts had somehow gotten the goddess herself. More power to him. 

"Harry must have asked her right after then, because she said that she couldn't go with him because she was already going with Cedric". I rolled my eyes. "Drama, drama, drama", I laughed. Hermione nodded. "Has anyone asked you?", I said suddenly. She blushed deeply, "Well... you know how we were complaining that Krum was always around when we were studying", she let out. "He did not", my mouth gaped. She nodded, and I gasped. "You are an absolute icon", I squealed.

"What are we giggling about?", Fred said, appearing out of nowhere. I turned, grinning at him, "We're just talking about dates and balls and all that". George appeared saying, "You aren't telling me you and Hermione have dates?". I looked at Fred, trying to get a read on his face. "Well, Hermione did", I let out. "Who?", they said at the same time. "None of your business, I'll see you later Sawyer", she said, standing and heading back over to Ron and Harry.

I stood, "Alright, let's get to work". "You didn't say who you're going with", teased George as we walked up the stairs. I blushed, thinking of the last time I was here. "No one yet", I shrugged. Fred's eyebrows drew together, "Wait, I thought that you were going home for break". I blinked, "No, where did you hear that?". Fred was looking slightly panicked, and exchanged a glance with George. "I heard Davis talking about it", Fred let out, "Someone asked him who he was going with. He said he was going to ask you, but you were going home so he had to find someone else". We looked at each other for a moment and George shifted uncomfortably. 

I bit my lip, "Change of plans". Fred moved towards the door suddenly, "I'm going to run to the washroom". I wanted to call after or say something, but what was there to say? I wasn't sure what I expected, but it certainly wasn't that.

 I deflated, looking at George. He smiled guiltily. "So, who did he ask?", I let out in a flat voice. George looked at me, "Angelina". I sighed. Was I disappointed? Yes. Was I surprised? No. I felt a twinge of jealously. I knew they were close, but did he like her? And did she like him? Was he just kissing me back because I kind of sprung it on him. "Well, that's exciting", I plopped down on the bed I knew to be George's. 

George sat next to me, "Look Sawyer, I know something is going on between you two. I have eyes". I scowled. "Nothing is going on between us", I snapped. George looked at me, "Fred told me about your little library escapade". I blushed, of course Fred had told him, I had told Hazel and Roger hadn't I?

"Okay well we kissed once, it's whatever", I tried to sound casual, "It's not like he's not entitled to go to the ball with me". George raised his eyebrows, "Whatever you say". I didn't say anything. I was trying to figure out how I was feeling. I was sad, I had wanted him to ask me. I had really thought he might like me, and even though I was guarding my heart after Cedric, I really did like him.  "Fred's just as afraid of getting hurt as you are, if not more", George said suddenly, "I know he seems like he's all jokes, but he's not. He's ambitious and strong, and when he loves he loves hard. I think he's afraid to open up to you because he knows how much he could care".

I blinked, "When did you get so emotionally smart, George?". He smiled, "It's not my fault you never pay attention to me. It's Freddie this, Freddie that". I reached out and hit him on the arm. I thought for a moment. It did make sense. Fred was guarding his heart in the same way I was. 

George and I smiled at each other for a moment. "Look, I know I'm not Fred, but we do have the same face so it would kind of feel like you were going with him", George let out, "What I guess I'm saying is... Sawyer Foster, will you go to the ball with me?".

I had never felt so touched in my life. I did something I rarely did, or even wanted to do. I wrapped my arms around George's neck and pulled him into a hug. He hugged me back, and I felt comforted. Pulling away, I smiled. "Yes, George Weasley, I would love to go to the ball with you".