𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

the yule ball

y/n= your name;
y/m/n= your middle name;
y/l/n = your last name

It was now a week before the Yule ball and your boyfriend, George still hadn't asked you. At this point, you're sure it was either one of two things, he was scheming out a brilliant way to ask you, or he forgot.

"Hey y/n!" You hear a voice call from behind.

You turn around to see your best friend, Cedric, running up behind you. You quickly get over the thoughts about the Yule ball and put on a fake smile to greet him.

"Hey Ced", you reply.

"Is everything okay? You look a little upset", he responds with a worried expression.

Of course he noticed, you think to yourself.
Cedric was your best friend and knew you better than anyone.

"Yeah, I'm just a little stressed about the ball", you say, looking down to your shoes.

"He still hasn't asked you huh?" He asks, shaking his head.

"Nope", you answer, "at this point I'm unsure if he's even going to ask me".

"Oh cmon y/n, he's your boyfriend, obviously he's gonna ask you", he says, nudging your arm to get you to look up at him, "besides, worst comes to worst maybe you can just ask him".

"Cedric, I can't do that, that's just pathetic and desperate. The guys are supposed to ask the girls", you say, rolling your eyes.

"Ced!" A voice shouts from behind.

"Well I gotta go y/n, I'll catch you later!" Cedric says, starting to walk over to his friend.

"See ya!" You reply, waving him off.

You watch Cedric walk off with his friends, and then turn around to head back to your dorm for the night. You felt so stupid moping and slumping around waiting for George to ask, but you were really looking forward to this ball and wanted it to be perfect.

How can it be perfect if you can't even get your own boyfriend to be your date?
You think to yourself, heading into the common room.

A few days later....

You walk down to breakfast, noticeably more tired than usual. It was now 2 days before the ball and George still hadn't asked you. Instead of feeling stressed about it, at this point you were just sad.

"Hey y/n", Hermione says as you sit down across from her at the Gryffindor table.

"Hey Hermione", you reply with a yawn.

"Merlins beard, you look exhausted", she says, looking up from her book.

"Yeah, I didn't get much sleep last night", you murmur with a small half smile.

"What kept you up?" Hermione asks.

"It's George", you say with a deep sigh.

"What did he do?! I-I can beat him up for you if you w-want!" Neville buts in.

"Thanks Neville, but there's no need for that", you reply, looking over to Hermione with a giggle, "it's just... he still hasn't asked me to the Yule ball".

"What?! You've got to be kidding me", Ron exclaims, dropping his fork.

"Yeah you're one to talk Ron", you say, rolling your eyes.

"W-what is that supposed to mean", Ron says, looking back down to his plate, his face flushing to a bright red color.

"Good morning lads!" Fred and George yell in unison, slumping down at the table.