To be honest you had never imagined that you would go to the Yule Ball. Although you had a lot of friends and a guy you liked, you didn't think anyone would actually ask you, nor were you prepared to ask the guy you liked. However, you were currently walking down the staircase to the ball, arms linked with your date.

Although you had liked George Weasley since you had first met him you were never going to tell him. You were a Slytherin and although you were friends with them all, you knew he could never like you as more than a friend, especially due to your house. You were just glad to be friends with him, and it only made you happier when he asked you to the yule ball- just as friends though. It felt stupid to think there was anything more behind it, but nevertheless it was nice to know you were friends and he thought to ask you.

The two of you danced the night away, by no means was it traditional or good dancing, but the chicken dance classed as dancing. Even though you were shot disapproving looks from many girls along with professors, all the two of you cared for was that you had fun. Your perfectly styled hair had fallen loose around your face, your skirt hiked up to free your dancing, and shoes thrown to the side of the room to be forgotten. George's red hair stood up in all directions, his shirt untucked, and tie discarded with your shoes.

You both looked a mess as he led you back to the dungeons to your common room. Although you made it clear you knew your way and was fine to go there alone, George insisted in escorting you back. Once you reached the entrance, you turned to him with an awkward smile.

"Thank you for tonight," you said softly, running a hand through your messy hair. "I had a really amazing time."

He bit his lower lip, giving you a welcoming yet awkward smile.

"I had a great time too."

The two of you stood there for a moment, not sure what to say. You realised the silence had become too long so went to say goodbye but before your lips could part, his had been placed on yours. The kiss lasted less than a blink of an eye; you only knew it had happened because you heart was beating so fast.

"Did you..." you trailed off as your hand moved to lay a finger on your lip.

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "I just... I've liked you for a while and... Merlin... I never thought you'd like me too... but you said yes to tonight... well... I thought I'd give it a shot... I was wrong... oh Merlin."

You cut off the rambling redhead with a firmer kiss to his lips.

"You were not wrong Weasley."

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Written by Charlotte.

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