Be Mine, Fred Weasley

Dance Lessons

The term has ended, but this year the halls are still filled with the roar of the students and our guests as everyone has stayed at Hogwarts to enjoy the Yule Ball.

Gryffindors have their lessons with Professor McGonagle today. The unused classroom is lined with chairs and in the corner a huge speaker sets with Filch messing with the records to ensure it is working. What help he's does in this I am under as he isn't the brightest. However. I sit next to Harry and Hermione and I tell Harry about the letter I got.

"Harry, last night I got a letter from Sirius. He didn't write much, just to..."

"Meet him in the Gryffindor Common Room tonight?" Harry says finishing the letter word for word. "I got the same one, I'm sure he wants to talk to both of us, I just don't understand how he is going to get in."

"The Yule Ball is in fact....a dance!" My heart leaps. I wasn't paying attention to McGonagle, but now I am pushing Sirius to the back of my mind.

Ron and Harry are bickering and she notices.
"Mr. Weasley, why don't you help demonstrate, hand on my waist, my waist." She says forcefully as she placed his hand on her waist. I smirk. Fred and George and having a fit of laughs in the back.

"1....2...3...1...2...3," I hear her mumble as Ron looks like he is being tortured.

"You're never going to let him forget this are you?" Harry asks the Twins.

"Never," they say in unison.

"Now boys on your feet! Ladies too!" McGonagle says. The boys are slow to get up, but ya girls are ready for some romance. I turn to look for Fred but am shocked to see he is already dancing with Angelina. What....the....hell.

George walks over, "on behalf of my idiot brother, my I have this dance." I grab his extended arm and we practice to several songs. George keeps stepping on my feet at first, but by the end he is confident enough to practice dipping me and twirling me around. "She ran up to him immediately. He looked really uncomfortable, I know he wanted to get to you, so hear him out before you're mad." He tells me as the last song finishes.

"You know I try." I manage to say through gritted teeth.

We make our way to the common room and I want to run to my dorm, but Fred catches my arm.

"Wait, walk with me." He says. "I know I don't deserve it, but please."

"Fine, but I'll leave when I want, no questions." I say, wanting him to know I'm upset.

We walk out of the common room and find our way to the classroom we found last time on our walk. We sit down on the couch where we...almost...

"She came up to me and said I owed her, she was trying to get away from a creepy little 4th year Hufflepuff who followed us in there. I thought she was making it up, but he really was there. I made sure George got to you though. I think they have been trying to work things out, but she's stubborn. And he's, hard to open up to." He explains.

I know George and her have been spending time together and they do have history. However working it out has never been an option to George. He said they were too different, but yet again, Fred and I are too. It takes time. I don't know what to think about the fourth year, so I take Freds word for it.

"Alright, I was just assuming and upset you didn't try harder to dance with me." I say.

"I would love to dance with you..." this is it. He's asking me to go with him to the Ball! "I'm just not good." He says laughing.

"Oh, I'm sure we could work on that." I say.

He leans in and kisses my cheek. I know a bunch of people are going to Hogsmead to look for a dress at that one store. "You going to go this weekend to Hogsmead?" I ask.

"Yeah was just about to ask if you wanted to make the afternoon of it." He says rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yes, I just have one stop you'll have to stay away from. I don't want you seeing my dress for the ball." I say.

"That so? And why not?" He demands crossing his arms.

"My date gets to see it first." I retaliate with sass.

His look goes from content to angry. "You have a date already?"

"If you don't ask me, I'll have to!" I say.

"I had a better plan than this." He grabs my hand and puts a blindfold on me. "But you're too demanding so let's get this done with." He says.

We head down flights and flights of Stairs and next thing I know I'm walking on snow. I feel cold, but not for long as a jacket gets put around my shoulders. He is sweet sometimes. We walk further and further until we get to a halt.

"Okay, when I tell you, you can take the blindfold off. Promise?" He says walking away.

"I promise!!" I say eager to see what he is doing.

Moments pass... "Now Fred?" I ask.

"Okay....okay... and now!" He says.

I rip the blindfold off and adjust my eyes. In front of me stands Fred with flowers, and beside him sparkles dance in the air as "Be Mine at the Ball?" Is spelled out.

I run into his arms. "Yes!" I squeal into his neck.

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Who would you take to the ball? If not Fred for sure Cedric for me!! Let me know your thoughts of the story!