🪤 - George Weasley!⁵

The Great Hall was filled with laughter and varied conversations, but for you, only one mattered: the one you were having with Fred. "Fred, have you seen how his eyes sparkle? And that smile! How is it possible for someone to have a smile like that and not be accused of causing fainting spells?" Fred, sitting opposite you, watched you intently as you launched into another long speech about his twin brother. It wasn't the first time. In fact, it was practically a ritual. You were in love with George, but you would never dare tell him. Instead, you told every detail to Fred, your best friend, who always listened with a mocking smile and the occasional joke. "And don't even get me started on his hair," you continued, sighing dramatically. "It's exactly the same color as yours, but it just shines differently on him. " That's when you noticed something odd. Fred wasn't interrupting you with a joke. There was no mocking smile on his face. Instead, there was an expression somewhere between amused and... confused? That's when you saw it. A slightly more relaxed posture. A different look. And, most importantly, a subtle scar on his right eyebrow that Fred didn't have. Horror hit you like a ton of bricks. "Oh, Merlin... " you murmured, feeling your whole body freeze. George, the one and only George, whom you'd been talking about nonstop for months, was looking at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Well, well..." he said, resting an elbow on the table and flashing that damned smile of his. "So it shines differently, huh?" Heat rose to your cheeks at an alarming rate. You wanted to evaporate. At that very moment. How hadn't you noticed before? "I... I have to go!" you blurted out, jumping up. But George, with lightning reflexes, gently caught your wrist before you could run. "Not so fast," he said mischievously, leaning slightly toward you . "I think we have a lot to talk about, don't you?" Your heart was pounding. You didn't know what to do or say.

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