Imagines

George Weasley

"Who do you think Hermione is going with?" Ron asks beside me while I put the next ingredient in our boiler. I mix the green something that's bubbling in it with a suspicious look.
I check on the book beside me which says that the mixture should be a liquid dark blue.
"I don't think that it's supposed to look like this." Harry pipes up from the other side of the table and I glare at him.

Ron pushes my shoulder beside me and I look up at him confused.
"What?"
"You didn't answer my question Em." He says nodding his head towards Hermione who's hair is all puffed up while she stresses over the recipe.
"I know who she's going with but I won't tell you." I say looking back at our mixture.
I don't think there's anything that's going to fix it.
His eyes widen as the professor tells us that class is over.

I put my bag over my shoulder and Ron hurries to walk beside me.
"So she really has someone to go to the ball with. I thought it was a bluff."
"It's not." I tell him as we walk towards the great hall but at his sad look I slow down my steps and put a hand on his arm.
"Why didn't you just ask her when you want to go with her so badly Ronald?"

"What? I don't want to go with her. It was just a question." He tells me and I roll my eyes at his childish behavior. I'm sure if he asked Hermione friendly she would've said yes gladly.
The two are meant to be but both are not seeing it, it's ridiculous.
"Who are you going with?" He asks now beside me and I shrug my shoulders.
"Would you want-" I quickly stop him by holding my hand up.
"Are you insane? I'm definitely not going with you as your second choice Ron. I have someone on my mind I want to go with anyways."I say it nonchalantly but my heart goes haywire when I just think about the chance to go to the ball with George.

"Who is it?" He asks me curios but I shake my head no, smiling.
"Not going to tell you that."
He raises his arms in annoyance.
"Come on Emily we're best friends! You girls always have so much secrets."

"Who has secrets?" Someone joins us and lays his arm around my shoulders.
I look up at Fred who grins down at me mischievously.
"No one." I say at the same time as Ron says "Hermione and Emily."
I push his shoulder while he gives me a lazy grin.
We step into the great hall and Ron rushes off to sit beside Harry.
My stomach grumbles and I sigh when I smell the mashed potatoes.
"Lets go I'm starving." I tell Fred but he stops me by grabbing my wrist.

"I wanted to ask you something first." He says and his face is serious which isn't a common look on the twins face.
I subconsciously notice George already sitting at the table watching us intently.
"Regarding the Yule ball."
I nod at him waving over to George while I don't really listen to Fred.
"Fred is going with Angelina and I wondered if you'd go with me." My head snaps back to him because I don't understand why he's talking of himself in the third perspective?

"What?" I ask confused, my eyes blinking as if it would clear the confusion in my head.
"You and me." He dances for a second.
"At the ball?" I chuckle at his behavior and his brows furrow.
"Why are you asking me if you are going with Angelina." I grin and his serious faces cracks as he lets out booming laughter.
"Bloody hell Emily I was pretending to be George because he's too scared to ask you but you're to clever for your own good."

He puts his arm back around my shoulders leading me to the table and to George who looks at us expectantly.
My mouth is open and my cheeks heat up slowly when I understand what's going on.
George asked Fred to ask me so I would go to the Yule ball with him?
My heart flutters and a small smile slips on my lips.
I sit down beside George who looks at me.
"What got you all smiling?" He asks me but Fred laughs beside me.

"Drop the act brother you got yourself a clever one, she didn't believe for one second I was you." He laughs again and I slap George's shoulder.
"Ow. Bloody hell."
"George Weasley how can you believe I would not recognize you." I tell him angrily at first. His cheeks flush and I let out a chuckle because I can't stay mad at him.
"I'd love to go to the ball with you idiot." I tell him and fill my plate with food.

Suddenly his lips brush my cheek softly and I feel them heat up.
"It's my pleasure to escort you." He says and winks at me.
I move my eyes from him and catch Ron who's smiling at me lazily. I shake my head and let out a quiet laugh focusing on my food.
"You guys are crazy." I say chuckling to myself.