Redhead || George x reader || y/n Lestrange

Chapter 33

You and Luna were linking arms as you walked down the halls of the school, approaching the stairs. Your dress was elegantly dragging behind you on the ground, making you feel very graceful and feminine.

You squeezed Lunas arms tightly before you handed her off to Harry, who was waiting at the end of the hallway. You handed her off to him like a father of the bride, and nodded to Harry. You waited behind them while they walked to the doors together.

"Young love..." you thought sarcastically.

"Speaking of...where's mine?" You didn't see George anywhere in the hall. He must be inside. You walked yourself down the hallway and opened the doors to the ballroom. It was absolutely beautiful, you stood at the top of the stairs while you took in the setting. The lighting was warm, and people were talking and everyone looked amazing. It was almost the exact opposite from the places you'd lived your whole life. Large, dark, empty manors. The ballroom left you speechless.

You left the ballroom speechless as well. You kept your head high, trying not to look as freaked out as you were. Everyone was staring at you, jealous of you, your dress, maybe even George. Now if only you could find him.

You began to walk down the stairs, scanning the room for Georgie. Halfway down your eyes met. He was standing by the snack tables, and staring at you in awe. His mouth was wide open and grinning. So much so that his brother had to slap him across the back to bring him back.

Once he gathered himself he ran across the floor to meet you at the bottom of the stairs. He held out his arm for you to grab, you accepted.

"Looking sharp, Weasley." You blushed and smiled sheepishly at him. He looked handsome as well. You could tell he had bothered to get all dolled up for you in his suit.

"You, y/n, look amazing." He didn't even have the capacity to poke fun at you. He couldn't tear his eyes off is you.

"Wicked..." he looked you down and landed on your shoes.

"Red suits you, Lestrange."

"It's a lovely tribute, no?"

"To my hair, or my house?"

"Both." You smiled.

"You just think of everything." He used his other hand to hold yours and pull you onto the dance floor. He pulled you in by the waste and spun you around, both of you laughing.

"And where did you learn to dance?"

"I didn't!" He spun you aggressively in a circle and dipped you. "How am I doing?" He smirked.

You picked up your hand and wrapped it around his neck, pulling your face close to his.

"Not bad. But..." you pulled yourself up and outstretched your hand, still holding his. You twirled him in a circle.

"I'm better." You winked.

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"I'm going to hit him with my knife."

"You mean stab?"

"Terminology is irrelevant. My intentions-"

"Wait, do you have a knife on you?"

"Always." You said nonchalantly. "You have so much to learn about the real world, Hermione Granger. Wands can be taken."

"I'm not exactly the biggest fan of Ronald right now either. But stabbing may be excessive."

"If you wanted to have the honours, just say so."

"I may take you up on that later."

You both looked at each other and let out a small laugh. Ron hadn't asked Hermione to the dance, despite all his advances. You noticed Hermione was sitting alone at a table, away from her current date Victor, trying to cut Ron with her gaze. Regardless of how well your night was going, you thought your presence was needed elsewhere.

"You shouldn't be off here with me. I'm just taking a break, I'm not letting that dope Ronald ruin my night. I'll be back up in a minute. Go enjoy your time with George!" Hermione nudged your shoulder.

"There's only so much Weasley I can handle. Fred came up to us and talked about spiking the punch, I don't know where they went but if I were you I'd stay away from anything on the snack table."

"Should we warn the others then?"

"All but Ron."

Though you laughed, Hermione looked off into the distance, seriously considering it.

You suddenly felt a poke at your shoulder, you turned your head to see who it was, but the moment you turned your  head they pecked you on the lips. You knew those lips.

George pulled back and bent over the table to poke his head between you and Hermione.

"Hello ladies."

"I thought you were off to spike the punch? Speaking of, where's Fred?" You tried to find Fred in the sea of people.

"Am I not enough for you, love?" George pouted.

"I don't like not knowing where he is. Especially when he's already planning something." You continued to scan the room, specifically eyeing the punch table.

"Well that's exactly why I'm here. Fred is going to stick around and watch the chaos unfold."

"Is it that great an idea to create chaos at a ball? Just let everyone enjoy themselves." Hermione was already in a sour mood.

"I think you'll like this one Granger." He turned to her.

"He's just going to surprise our dearest brother, Ronald, with a little something extra in his punch. Only his. No harm done." George raised his hands in the air in defence.

"Oh come on..." Hermione paused to think for a moment.

"You two should go. I'm getting curious." She had obviously been waiting for some form of revenge.

"You heard her, darling." George got from the table and stepped in front of you, offering his hand. "Off we go."

You shrugged, smiled and ran off with him. You were holding hands as you ran back up the stairs and out into the halls. Once the doors behind you were shut, you both stopped and looked at each other.

"Where to, Weasley?"

He smirked at you and slipped ahead happily, holding your hand.

"I was thinking, for old times sake," he turned to face you and pulled you toward him.

"The astronomy tower?"