YN x George Weasley

10

The Yule Ball was approaching. You had made up Hermione and had started talking to George again but you still hoped Katie would stick her wand up her ass and crucio herself to put it kindly. You saw McClaggen a lot, especially after you turned sixteen. He wasn't bad but not great.

George had been seeing a lot of Katie lately, too. You saw them hanging out all the time. You were still really into George but you could tell he was happy and decided against telling him.

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You were getting ready for the Yule Ball. You curled you hair in loose waves. You kept your make up natural and just used simple silver hoops as your earrings.

Your dress was floor length. It was a pale, kiwi green color. It had no sleeves and was an A line style. The skirt had some sparkles but other than that it was pretty simple, not too much poof. Your shoes were simple high heals the same color as your dress.

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You missed the initial dancing of the Yule Ball but you were fine with that, you didn't like dancing that much.

You entered the Yule Ball down the large staircase. You blushed, everybody was staring at you. You could hear a Durmstrang boy say damn under his breath.

You floated down and headed towards George and Fred.

"Hey guys." You said shyly.

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Holy shit George thought to himself. He thought you were incredibly beautiful and he was kicking himself for not asking you to the ball.

"Hey guys." You walked up to him, obviously embarrassed of the attention.

"You look hot." McClaggen came out of no where and grabbed you by the waist.

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Oh my Merlin, not him.

McClaggen pulled you away from George but you didn't want to leave him, you wanted to dance with him. You wanted George to call you hot and you wanted McClaggen to die in a hole.
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You and McClaggen danced for a bit but then he went to look for something sweet to eat.
After 15 minutes of waiting for him you looked around and saw him snogging a French girl.

You didn't really care, all you could think about was George and Katie. Probably dancing right now, having a good time.

You left the ballroom and ventured into the hallways. You stopped in one that had windows that went outside and you just sat there and looked outside them. Hating yourself for letting a boy do this to you. Even if that boy was incredible.