American Teen [George Weasley Love Story]

The Yule Ball

*above is a picture of the yule ball dress*

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I got ready with my dorm mates, ecstatic about the ball later that evening. My hair was naturally curly, so I decided to leave it and put it in a half-up half-down hair style with a sparkly clip in the back. My dress was violet, my favorite color, and off the shoulders. It went all the way down to the floor with a sparkly detail around my waist that matched the clip in my hair and flower decals on the bottom. I was never a fan of obvious and bright make-up. Instead I opted for the natural look, with some neutral glittery eye shadow that highlighted my eyes, light blush, highlighter, and bronzer outlining my face, mascara, and some light pink lip gloss. Plus some concealer for the touch-ups.

My dorm mates and I had all agreed to meet our dates in front of the Great Hall. I was going with Andre, Angelina with Fred, Katie with George, and Alicia with Lee. When we reached the staircase, we decided to go down one by one and each have our Cinderella moment. I went first, quickly hugging and commenting on my absolutely stunning friends before walking down the stairs. Everyone gathered there looked my way as I walked down, but I didn't care. I looked at the group huddle together and a huge smile grew on my face as I saw Andre gawking at me. He was wearing a matching tie with his dress robes. I looked over at Fred and George, who both looked astonished at my transformation.

"You look...'o beautiful" Andre commented.

"Thank you. You look rather handsome as well" He leaned in and kissed me. 

I cheered and wolf whistled as my friends walked down the stairs after me. Andre's hand found its way around my waist, and once everyone arrived we walked into the ball together. We starting slow dancing together. I rested my head on his shoulder as we swayed to the beat. He was much better than George was. Or maybe he just had as much practice as George.

After dancing a little more, Andre and I decided to get some private time. We found our way to an abandoned broom cupboard (so cliché I know) before we began to kiss each other. It wasn't long before it escalated into a very steamy make-out, or snogging as they say here, session with some (a lot) of touching. However, as thing started to get hotter the cupboard opened and I saw my best friend's face looking shocked and horrified at the display. There were tears running down his cheeks, which confused me. Why was he crying? He ran away quickly, shutting the door behind him. Oh shit.

I wanted to go after him, but Andre convinced me to stay. We continued making-out until we both decided that it was very late and we should get back. I kissed him goodbye yet again and walked back to Gryffindor tower. None of my friends were in the common room when I got back, which is upsetting because I really needed to talk to George. I walked up to my dorm and saw that Katie and Alicia were back.

While getting out of my dress and taking off my make-up, I told them all about what happened, leaving out the more intimate parts.

"So that's where George ran off to." Katie commented after hearing my encounter with George.

"So you have no idea why he might have been crying?" I asked. 

"No, none at all. He seemed a little distracted during the dance, but at one point I turned around and he was just gone."  

I sat there contemplating all the various reasons why he might've been so upset. As far as I know, he asked Katie as a friend and was genuinely excited to go with her. I didn't think there was anyone he wanted to ask as more than a friend to hurt his feelings. It made me sad that I couldn't be there for my friend. I also felt guilty because I didn't have a single clue as to why he was acting like this. 

Eventually I gave up and started putting up all the pictures I had taken that night. There was a group photo of my dorm mates, a picture of me with the twins, of me and Cedric, and of me and Andre.

"Those are so cute Mags," Katie said. "I should start doing stuff like that."

I told Katie all about the pictures on my wall until Angelina got back from wherever she was with Fred. We asked about her night before deciding we would need lots of sleep, even though it was already two in the morning. I had so much fun at this dance, but I couldn't stop thinking about George.