American Teen [George Weasley Love Story]

First Date

The twins were not happy when I told them about my date. I forgot I had promised them I would let them show me around Hogsmeade for the first time. After I promised to let them show me around Zonko's before meeting up with Andre, Fred perked up a little. But George still seemed a little down. He's the more sensitive twin, so I just assumed he was upset I went back on my promise. I hate doing it too, but I was really excited for my date. 

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I entered Zonko's with George on my right and Fred on my left. Their eyes lit up and they looked so incredibly happy. I brought my camera with me and I took a picture of them. They showed me around everywhere and told me all about the pranking gadgets. That got them excited about their own joke shop, so they decided to go to the Three Broomsticks and grab some butterbeer while they planned and I went on a date with Andre. 

I met Andre and we got a booth at the Three Broomsticks. The butterbeer was amazing and warmed me up. I was used to this weather after living in New York, but it still was nice being warm. I attempted to talk in french. I ended up messing up a lot. Like a lot. But Andre just laughed at me and I laughed with him. Apparently, ~dirty words~ in French are approx. one very similar sound away from some veeeery common words. Oops. But it was delightful. We have a lot in common. 

At one point we were telling each other our most embarrassing stories, and I told him about this one time at Ilvermorny when my friends pranked me. They woke me up claiming that I was late, so I rushed to get ready for my first class which had a huge test that day. They had dyed my uniform cotton candy colors (bright blue and pink) and, when I tried to brush my hair, it turned into matching colors. I ended up running from my dorm in that clown outfit, and I slipped on a bunch of soap and water than was at the bottom of the stairs. I ended up knocking over a whole book shelf full of books that crashed down on me. It turns out I was not late, and my entire house watched this happen as I stood up still looking like a clown but also soaking wet and soapy. I also told him the colorful words I said at that moment. 

This story caused him to spit out his butterbeer, which made us laugh even harder. Before we knew it, the sun was setting and it was time to go back. We walked back hand in hand to Gryffindor tower. I kissed him on the lips, which he quickly returned and deepened. When we finally broke apart, both of us had wide smiles on our face. 

"Goodnight, Andre" I said, still smiling.

"Goodnight, Margaret," He said before kissing me again and leaving. I walked into the common room and sat down and started doing my homework, extremely happy. 

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*George's POV*

I'm jealous. I realized that I liked Mags, but I was determined to hide it. She was my best friend and I couldn't ruin that. But when she told me she was going on a date with Andre instead of going to Hogsmeade with us, I was so upset that I could only manage a small smile before I walked off. 

She surprised me when she took a picture of us at Zonko's. She told us about her wall, and how we just looked so happy that it would contrast nicely with the photo of us in the Hospital wing glaring at each other. I laughed and showed her around the shop with Fred. Then I suggested to Fred that we go get butterbeers to brainstorm ideas for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, but I really wanted to go watch how her date was going. 

I felt my heartbeat in my chest when I saw them laughing with each other. They seemed to be enjoying each other's company a lot. I wanted to be happy for her, I really did. But I couldn't help wanting to run my finger through her hair and press my lips to hers. 

"George-did you hear what I said?" Fred asked me.

"huh? No sorry Fred I was thinking about something else."

"You mean Mags."

"No"

"I see the way you look at her, George. You like her. I'll admit, she's very attractive. And funny. Honestly, if I weren't so smitten with Angelina, I'd date her."

"You're so helpful."

"Look dude, she seems to really like that Andre guy. I'm here if you need to talk about it. But it's getting late so we should go."

"Thanks Fred." I chugged the rest of my butterbeer as I see Andre spit out his drink from laughing so hard at Mags. I slammed mine down on the table and walked out with Fred right behind me.