American Teen [George Weasley Love Story]

Dance Lessons

*A/N: Look at me actually trying to find the dialogue from the movie/book instead of pulling it out of my ass. Effort people. Also the queen herself M. McGonagall deserves this, so I did it. *

"The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve night, our guests will gather in the Great Hall for well mannered frivolity. As the representatives of the host school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the Yule Ball is, first and foremost a dance." Prof. McGonagall told us. 

The boys were sitting across from us and a majority of them looked miserable. Apparently, they're all 4 year old boys who think girls have cooties. Even some of the seventh years looked apprehensive. The girls, on the other hand, were very excited for the opportunity to dress up and find a date. Well, most of them. 

"The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons." I heard sniggers all around me. The Weasley twins were whispering to one another with smiles on their faces. "Now, To dance is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight." I remembered that time in ballet class as a little girl when the teacher was screaming for us to be elegant as we pranced around the room in our fairy princess costumes. I had tried to leap and ended up slipping and falling straight on my ass. Elegantly, of course. "Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepares to prance. Mr. Weasley, will you join me" She looked pointedly at Ron, who was laughing at her lion comment. 

"Put your hand on my waist" Prof. McGonagall told Ron.

"Wwhat?" Ron stuttered, his face flustered. I rolled my eyes-it's really not a big deal. 

"On my waist" She sighed. Ron took her by the waist and started dancing with her to demonstrate. I saw the twins mocking this behind McGonagall's back. I can only imagine the glare that Ron was giving them. 

Now everyone onto the floor and find a partner. George quickly found his way over to me. I was glad that I was with someone I knew because a lot of these boys seemed awkward and it wouldn't be fun. As it turns out, never having a music class is detrimental to one's development, as George was horrific at dancing. Even though the recorders I had to play at the muggle school definitely damaged at least a few brain cells, so I'm not sure which is worse. All we had to do was move in a box shape to the beat, and he couldn't do it. I laughed at his attempts, which caused him to mess up even more.

"You're horrid, George"

"Don't remind me. I don't know how you do this."

"It's like, 4 steps. How can you not do this. I guess this is just yet another example of how I am superior in every way to you."

"You are pretty amazing, but I think I have you beat in the pranking department."

"Oh really? You better sleep with one eye open George. Because today you have made a dangerous enemy"

 Eventually, I taught him how to do the most basic step. Before we could move on, Prof. McGonagall tapped my shoulder and asked me to help with some other boys who were struggling. I agreed, not excited for another hour of crushed toes and uncomfortable silence. At least with George it was funny. 

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*George's POV*

After Prof. McGonagall's speech and Ron's OTP moment, I rushed to get Margaret as my partner. I knew it was a long shot and she was probably going with Andre, but any chance to be close to her these days made me incredibly happy. 

It turns out I am really bad at dancing. Luckily, Mags found the light in the situation and just ended up laughing at me the whole time while instructing me. At first I was incredibly embarrassed because it was just a simple box step. But Mags always managed to find a way to make my flaws into something beautiful. She did nothing but laugh with me, and I knew I would remember this moment. I wish I had a camera because if I had a wall of pictures/memories, I would 100% want this on there. I'm thankful that Mags is such a great teacher and was able to teach me how to do this. 

When her face lit up with pride over how I finally managed to master the dance, I wanted to tell her right then and there how I feel. Beg her to go to the ball with me, beg her to kiss me, beg her to be my girlfriend. But before I could say anything, Prof. McGonagall asked her to help with the other hopeless cases in the room. I guess it was a good thing. I don't know what I would do if I lost Mags not only as a romantic interest but as my best friend.