YN x George Weasley

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DISCLAIMER: This story is marked mature for a reason...
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Geroge's hands were shaking and sweat poured from his forehead. He was nervous. Extremely nervous.

He hadn't talked to you for a couple days since you had so clearly rejected the idea of being 'exclusive.'

Despite that he couldn't stop thinking about you. He hated it. She doesn't want me. He thought. So why do I still want her?

It was a bad idea, he knew it was, inviting you to his dorm to talk? Or to...he really didn't what would happen.

What he did know, or for what he was almost certain, was that the longer he waited to see you the less he would be able to control his emotions. Control his words.

Pacing around the dorm, he waited anxiously for your arrival. The rest of the boys agreed to clear out until he gave the all clear so he had no one to spill his worries to. Not that he would've.

Somebody knocked on the door and he rushed to open it. Before he did, however, he paused for a few seconds so he didn't seem too eager.

"Hey, Y/n." He said as he opened door.

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When you had gotten the note from George at breakfast you seriously doubted whether or not you should go.

You knew your hesitation had hurt him. You also knew he probably should've given you more time to answer but you couldnt really blame him for not.

You walked pass his dorm six times before finally knocking.

"Y/n," George said as he answered the door.

"George." You smiled, desperate to prevent any awkward silence from settling.

George stepped aside and you entered his room. The rest of his dormmates weren't there. You assumed he told them to scram so you could be alone.

Alone for what? He had said he was fine with casual but what did that really mean to him? To you?

Guess it's time to find out.

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At precisely 8:04 pm the subject snuck out of her room and proceeded out of the tower itself.

Hermione reread the notes she had taken the night before.

She did not appear to be aware of my presence as she met with Draco Malfoy*.

"Y/n and Malfoy was an unexpected development." Hermione tapped her quill to her chin, wondering what their relationship could be. Lovers? Enemies? Friends? She wrote that down before crawling out of bed.

She had an errand to run and a certain Durmstrang boy to talk to.

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You walked into the room and George closed the door. He had no idea what to say. Well, he knew what what he wanted to say.

Some were sweet like; Y/n, by Merlin you look beautiful. Do you like me how I like you?

And the others we jealous and bitter; What's so great about Krum and isn't he dating your bestfriend?

He didn't say any of them, he just looked at you, admiring your beauty, how you stood tall and confidently but not imposing or intimidatingly.

"George?" You asked.