Just A Bet ● Fred Weasley × Reader ●

17 - Uh... Ow.

A/N - You know the drill. l/n = Last Name.

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TW - Burns, Embarrassment

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I sat patiently as McGonagall explained the Yule Ball to all of us.

"There will be expectations for this ball. The first being to know how to dance." She scanned the crowd. "I will not have you all behaving like a bunch of babbling bumbling band of baboons."

The twins grinned beside me, repeating the tongue twister ten times fast.

The professor's eyes locked on Ron who was sitting a few seats away from me. "Weasley. Up." She gestured for him to come forth. He stood, wiping his hands on his pants.

"Why me?" He whispered and his older brothers laughed.

"Put your hands on my waist, Mister Weasley," She instructed him.

"Put my what on your where?!" His eyes widened in fear, staring at the teacher.

"Your hands. One my waist." She took his hands and placed them on her waist, signaling to Filch to start the music.

I had to hold in my chuckles as Fred and George swayed with imaginary partners, humming to the slow tune that echoed through the whole room.

"Pssst. Fred." Harry whispered from beside me.

Both twins leaned forward, likely to confuse the chosen one. Which it did. Harry's eyebrows shot up, then furrowed. He laughed, catching on to the twins' humorous antics.

"You're never gonna let me forget this, will you?"

Fred and George grinned, shaking their heads, their fiery orange hair brushing over their hazel brown eyes. "Nevaaaa" They both spoke in unison.

McGonagall, while still dancing with a very red Ron, instructed us to partner up and practice our dancing. I stayed sitting, waiting to be claimed by someone to dance when a warm hand snaked its way into mine.

"Care to dance, l/n?" George whispered into my ear.

"Not at all, Weasley."

He laughed and whirled me around, pulling me close to his chest. He slowed me down and swayed with me. His skill when it came to dancing genuinely surprised me.

Though, knowing his mother, she likely had all of her children packed full of knowledge when it came to dancing by the time they reached the old age of three.

I looked around, seeing Hermione laugh with Harry about how terrible he was at dancing. Occasionally stepping on her foot. Ron was still embarrassed out of his mind. Lee spun with Alicia.

And Fred was with Angelina...

He twirled her around expertly, spinning her while she grinned up at him like a child just given a piece of brand new candy on Halloween. Just the damn look in her eyes made me mad. The way she gazed at him as if he put every single star into the night sky.

It all made me pissed.

The fact that she had managed to rope the boy around her slim elegant finger.

Wait... Why was I getting angry over this? I have absolutely no reason to be upset at all.

This was not my issue. But if it truly wasn't my problem, why did it hurt?

"What's got you all riled up, Munchkin?" George asked, dragging my attention back to him.

"Nothing important."

"I see. I suppose my twin isn't as important as he looks, eh?" He grinned, sneaking glances at his brother before catching a view of something or someone behind me that made him grin ear to ear. A pink dusting his cheeks.