American Teen [George Weasley Love Story]

The Big Ask

*A/N: sorry for the short chapter! I didn't want to write anything else but felt like this was important enough to put in so here you go!*

I walked out of potions one day with the Weasley twins, completely exhausted and ready for lunch. I was worried because Andre hadn't asked me to the ball yet, not even to confirm that I was going. But that worry was wiped away when I reached the Great Hall.

I'm not usually one for public anything, but this was amazing. Andre stood in the middle of the Great Hall. He released a million midnight blue butterflies that floated through the air. They were so delicate-like if you touch them they would shatter into a million pieces. I recognized them from Beauxbaton's entrance. They flew around me, which reminded me of Cinderella's transformation. By the time they cleared, Andre was standing in front of me with a bouquet of pink tulips, my favorite flower.

"Margaret Anne Hughes, will you go to the ball with me?" He asked in his wonderful french accent. I smiled and accepted the tulips before placing a peck on his lips.

"Oui"

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*George's POV*

I was the one who told him that tulips were her favorite. I was the one who told him she liked the butterflies. I practically planned it all out for him, but got none of the reward. But I mustered up a smile when she looked back at Fred and I, hoping she couldn't see the longing in my eyes.