Weasley Twin Imagines

Meant to Be // G.W.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, pining, feelings, emotions, dancing, mentions of food, feelings of sadness, very very light angst. THIS HAS A HAPPY ENDING!!

Word count: 4.1k

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Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry had many traditions that dated back to the time of the four founders; the houses and their competition, the Quidditch tournaments, but the one that excited the entire student body had to be that of the Yule Ball.

The Yule Ball accompanied the Triwizard Tournament – a competition held between the magical schools of Europe to promote cooperation and boost friendly relations between students. From the very announcement of the Triwizard Tournament, the student body of Hogwarts became more focused on the Yule Ball and what to wear rather than the dangers posed by the trials being faced by their fellow students.

"The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the other houses for over ten centuries. I will not have you, in one night, besmirch his name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons," McGonagall's voice calls out across the hall; her eyes steadily meeting every single gaze of the students sat around her.

Those in the hall seem to cower under her scrutiny; the power that she wields over this house being enough for every student in Gryffindor to try their best to impress the head of their house.

George has very little faith in himself at this point. A master prankster, and secretly one of the smartest wizards in the school, he has little talent when it comes to dancing. As he watches his youngest brother take to the floor with the head of Gryffindor, George feels something close to dread settle like lead in his stomach.

He would need help, and he would need it fast, especially if he wanted to ask Margot Banbridge to the ball. Margot – the girl who had caught his attention at the beginning of the month with her secret smiles and wide blue eyes. George so desperately wanted to be the one to take her to the Yule Ball, but then again, so did many of the other lads in the year. George needed to stand out and being able to dance would be the perfect way to do so.

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The common room is loud that very evening. All students talking about the upcoming ball and the lessons completed today. Ron's face was still red from his dance with McGonagall; he would never live this down. However, for now, George wasn't too concerned on joking with his brother, but rather how he was going to solve the predicament he finds himself in.

"What do I do, Fred?" George pleads to his twin, "I have no idea how to dance!"

Fred laughs, "Can't help you there, mate. I'm just as clueless as you."

George groans; resisting the urge to shove his face into a cushion and wallow in self-pity. If he didn't know how to dance, how could he impress Margot?

"Talk to (Y/N)," Hermione offers, absentmindedly turning the page of the heavy hardback laid in her lap, "She dances as a hobby. She might be able to help you, George."

"Do you think she would?" George asks, worry niggling the back of his mind. He had so rarely spoken to you before despite being in the same house, "We've never really spoken before."

Hermione nods, "I think she would. She's always been kind to me when I've asked her for help."

George smiles; nodding at his younger brother's friend. "Alright," He decides, "I'll talk to her tomorrow."

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You could feel his gaze burning a hole into the back of your head. All morning, in every class your shared with the Weasley twin, his eyes had rarely left the back of your head. By morning break, it had started to get on your nerves. By lunch, you were more than ready to accost the redhead and demand the reasoning behind this newfound attention he seems intent on giving you.