Secrets Only Trouble Knows - George Weasley

39 - New Year, New Drama

{ A/N: You're in for a ride but I hope you'll enjoy this chapter. It's pretty intense — it's got allll of the emotions and feels. Good luck <3 }

* TW: violence *

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George's POV

"Damn, girls really do take a long time to get ready, don't they?" I huffed next to Fred and Jasper.

We rested our backs along the sleek wooden bar in the corner of the ballroom, waiting our turn for the bartender to fill a couple tankards of butterbeer for us. The three of us had already been downstairs for about 20 minutes by now, watching as guests continuously streamed in. Jasper would inform us of the name and relation of all of them, narrating a brief overview of their life as they went straight to find themselves a drink and catch up with old friends. But with the arrival of each one, I cared less and less. All I wanted was to see Nova finally walk through those big double doors.

"A bit keen to see your girl all dressed up for the night, aren't you?" Fred teased.

I propped one of my elbows on the bar with a sigh.

"That, and because she's one more person I know here. It'll be nice to talk to someone other than you two."

He and Jasper laughed.

Three tankards of butterbeer were pushed towards us then. I eagerly thanked the lad that served them—who didn't appear to be too much older than us—and grabbed mine, looking to soothe some of the anxiety I felt.

I'd just taken a sip when Jasper suddenly slapped my arm, looking to get my attention. When I followed his outstretched finger pointing off into the distance, I soon found what for.

Finally striding through the entrance of the ballroom was Nova. And, fuck, did she look remarkable. She was a wearing a long fitted golden gown that sparkled under the light as she moved. With each step she took in those black-strapped heels, her left leg—all tan and toned—popped out from a slit in the side. As she walked, her dark curls bounced effortlessly along her bare shoulders. Some fell forward and splayed against her chest— more of which was revealed by the low cut of her gown than what was going to be healthy for me tonight.

There was no other way to describe her than exquisite.

I was so flustered by her grand entrance that I'd temporarily forgotten how to drink and choked on my butterbeer. Several large drops fell onto my shirt.

"Shit, shit, shit," I muttered under my breath.

I quickly set my tankard down and frantically dabbed at the stain with a loose napkin from nearby. I was thankful I'd decided to wear black, otherwise it could've been a lot worse.

"One glance at her and look at you," Jasper snickered, nudging me in the side.

I shot him a dagger, really not in the mood for any teasing right now. I needed to tidy myself before Nova saw me. As stupid as it sounded, I wanted to impress her tonight, and to do that I needed to avoid looking like a mess.

"Shut up," I grumbled, continuing to dab harshly at my chest.

"Oi, pull it together. She's spotted us," Fred said to me, jutting his head.