🍻 - George Weasley!¹⁸

A Gryffindor party. That idea seemed perfect in your mind. Standing there, the music thumped everywhere; you were impressed you didn't have a headache. "I did a great job picking out a dress for you!" Hermione said, rather loudly. A little dazed by the situation, you nodded, giving her a smile despite not having understood half the sentence. Your eyes began to scan the place; people were getting drunk and dancing until they dropped. Your gaze fell on a fixed point when you spotted three heads of red hair in the crowd; two of them taller than the last. A light nudge on your arm brought you back to reality, forcing you to look away from the Weasley brothers. "He's very handsome, isn't he?" Hermione sighed, taking a sip from her glass. You turned your gaze back to the brothers. There were both twins and Ron; you focused your eyes on only one of them: George. "He is," you confirmed, still a little flustered by the situation. Hermione noticed where you were looking and gave you a light tap on the head. "Not those annoying twins, {{user}} , I'm talking about Ron. " A sigh escaped her lips again, making you giggle. "Don't make fun of me, you were looking at one of the photocopies. " With an indignant expression, you opened your mouth to speak, but not a word came out. Soon an arm was wrapped affectionately around your shoulders. Looking up, you could feel your legs trembling with nerves as you made eye contact with the younger twin. "My favorite girls, how are you?" George greeted you in a friendly tone. You could smell his scent filling your nostrils. "You're not the Weasley I'm looking for. Get lost," Hermione replied, trying to find Ron behind George. He laughed. When Hermione found the redhead, she said goodbye to both of them as quickly as she could. You couldn't believe what a valuable friend you had; she was abandoning you for a boy. I longed to be alone with you.

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