Natural Disasters Caused By Natural Clumsiness

"Why me?,Why do you always aim them at me?, huh?".

"Its almost more like you aim yourself at them".

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"George Fabien Weasley, you are off your trolley if you think I'm going to climb a tree with you".

"Do you trust me?".

"No"

"Okay, then take my hand at get in this tree".

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"Now is probably a good time to tell you that I'm Claustrophobic".she started breathing heavily. He turned to look at her with wide eyes.

"Shit".
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He twirled her twice, her mistyrose hair flying around with her, and pulled her back into him. He stared into hazel eyes that had little specs of gold,that reminded him of everything valuable and precious, just like her. She was valuable and precious

When the song came to an end he dipped her, one hand hold around her petite waist and the other at the back of her knee. Her small hands gripped his shoulders as if he was going to drop her. He chuckled softly at her.

She looked up into his eyes to see the mischievous glint that was always there when he had and idea.
"George, wh-"

Before she could even question what he was doing, he pretended to drop her. Her eyes closed and she gripped around his neck.

She heard him laughing and opened her eyes to glare playfully at him. When she realised he stopped laughing and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion but again before she could say a word, a pair of soft angelic lips pressed against hers.
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"What if something goes wrong?".

"Don't worry, I've said it before and I'll say it again, I will always be their to catch you fall".

"Well, at the Yule bal-".

"Oh shove off, that doesn't count".