Y/N POV, night of the yule ball

-Yes Hermione, I have the boutonnière! I shout at the girl who's impatiently waiting for me. She was scared to go alone down to the hall, so she asked me to join her. And I'm so nice so I said yes.

I finally find the boutonnière and brush off my dress before I turn to Hermione.

-Alright, I'm all set, I say. We hook arms and together walk from the Gryffindor tower and towards the hall. Many couples and friends were also heading there, since the yule ball was starting in only 30 minutes. I had picked my dress very early and I picked a very nice nice and pretty one. I wasn't really looking forward to the ball since I'd probably have no one else to spend it with than George.

-So you're going with George to the ball? Hermione asks. I groan.

-Don't remind me, I say.

-Why not? He's a great guy, she says. I look at her.

-You haven't seen the way he is with me Hermione, I explain. She furrows her eyebrows.

-What do you mean? She asks

-Whenever he's around you he's funny and throws prank and jokes. But around me he is snarky and mean and throws unnecessary comments at me, I say.

-No way, she says as we turn the final time towards the hall.

-Yes way. Don't believe me? Watch extra closely, I say and start looking down the stairs we're walking. As I look up I see everyone outside of the hall looking at us. I smile.

-They're all looking at you, I whisper to Hermione. She blushes.

-No they're looking at us, she says. I shake my head, knowing she's wrong... but I could still see a few heads turn to look at me... Including George.

George POV:

I gape as she walks down the stairs. She whispers something to Hermione, who giggles.

-Wow she's absolutely gorgeous, Angelina gasps at Y/N.

-Isn't she, Fred teases and nudges me in the side. I nudge back as he laughs, but continue to look at her.

Y/N POV:

As we got down the stairs, the famous durmstrang boy, Viktor Krum comes towards us and bows.

-Ladies, he smiles, but particularly at Hermione. I slightly push her towards him and I giggle at her. He grabs her hand and kisses it lightly.

-I'll see you later, I smile at Hermione who nods at me. I then turn towards the Weasley twins. George is looking as amused as ever.... god what a glorious thing sarcasm is. At least he's looking at me.

-Y/N, you're so pretty, oh my god! Angelina compliments me and hugs me. I hug back.

-Thank you, so are you, I say and let go.

-Evening Y/N, Fred exaggerate a bow. I do too.

-Evening my good sir, I laugh, before I turn to George.

-Hey, he just says. I frown.

-I got you your boutonnière, I say and wave it a bit. He just looks at me and then at the floor. Fred nudges me.

-He doesn't know how to put it on, he fell asleep during that class, he says. George angrily hits his shoulder. I then walk towards George and try to do my best to place the flower correctly in his front pocket. I can sense his nervousness as I fiddle with the flower piece before I finally get it on. The flower doesn't match his suit at all... though I doubt any flower would.

-Thanks, he says.

-No problem, I say.

-So, should we go in? Fred asks to ease the tension.

-Yeah sure, George says and hold out an arm for me. I grab it, and it feels weird that he escorts me into the hall. We've never even been as close as we are right now and I don't really know how to feel. Either way I smile as I look at all the grand decorations in the hall.

The night starts particularly well. The first dance is in full rage and all I want is to dance. Fred and Angelina got onto the dance floor first chance they got, But George is just standing beside me sulking.

-I know we said that we wouldn't dance, but I kinda want to, I tell him. He looks at me and shrugs. He holds out a hand for me and leads me out on the dance floor as we waltz through the crowds. He's a surprisingly good dancer. But I couldn't really look at him, I was too busy looking at my friends and their happy faces. I made eye contact with some of them and I kept on smiling brighter and brighter.

As the dance ends we meet Angelina and Fred by the punch bowl and Fred sends George a grin.

-Had fun? He asks. I look up at George who's trying, and failing, to hide a smile.

-Yeah it was kinda fun, he admits and shrugs. I smile as it's the first time he's positive about something I did... or made him do, more or less.

I continue to dance in a small circle made up of Fred, George, Angelina, Lee Jordan and some others from Gryffindor house. Sure, I didn't dance with George as Angelina did with Fred, but either way, I was having fun. And George didn't actually seem to loathe it either. When I feel absolutely winded I stop and stand next to George. I then look around for the lunch table that's been long lost between the crowds of students. But then... I spot professor Flitwick with a camera by a backdrop.

-Hey, you said we need pictures, right? I ask George and tug gently at his sleeve to catch his attention.

-Hmmm? He asks confused. I point towards the flashing camera. He looks surprised but nods anyway. I smile and grab a hold of his sleeve and almost drag him towards the camera. I don't know why, but Adrenalin is flowing through my body and I just felt hyped by getting pictures taken.

-Good evening professor Flitwick! I greet as the people from the last photos walk away.

-Good evening miss L/N and mr Weasley. Here to take some photos? He asks. I nod and he shows for us to stand by the backdrop. Me and George walks to stand by the backdrop as Flitwick readies the camera. We stand next to each other with a bit of space inbetween us. Flitwick looks away from the camera and up at us.

-You call this a pose? No no no, he says and walks towards us.

-Mr Weasley, please stand behind miss L/N on her right side, he instructs.

-A-alright, George says confused but do as he says.

-Now walk closer to her... closer, Flitwick instructs as George walks closer to me from behind and I can feel his chest against my back.

-Good. Now put your arms around her and miss L/N, you put your hands on his, he instructs and walks behind the camera again.

-Excuse me, what? George asks.

-Oh don't be so modest mr Weasley, this is the easy part, asking the girl out was the hard part, now c'mon, Flitwick encourages with a wave of his hand. I can hear George sighs annoyed but do as he's told. I feel a tingle in my stomach as he puts his hands on there. I put my hands over his, only locking the feeling down.

-Now smile for the camera and say "fun!", Flitwick says.

-Fun! I smile and laugh as the flash blinds me for a second.

-Ah brilliant! One more, just stand a bit to the side... just like that, yes alright! Now smile for the camera! Flitwick says again and I smile and the camera flashes once again.

-Oh you look just perfect. Now hurry along, I have more people waiting, Flitwick says and we leave the backdrop and walk back towards Fred. I take a deep breath.

-Do you want a drink? George asks. I turn to him.

-Uhm, yeah sure. Thanks, I say. He nods and walks towards the punch table. I release a big breath and sit down by a table. Hermione comes from nowhere and sits next to me.

-So how's it been? Has George made any comments yet? She asks.

-Actually... tonight has not been as bad as I thought, I smile and blush a bit as I am reminded by the feeling I got as he held me around my waist.

-See? I told you he wasn't that bad, Hermione says.

-Maybe not, I say and grin.

A couple of months later:

Spring break is here already, and it feels like it was just yesterday that I was at the yule ball having the time of my life.

For these last few months I've started hanging out more with the twins and their friends too, merging the friend groups together. Sure, George still wasn't particularly fond of me being around that much but he was at least tolerable this time around.

But today, or even this whole week, I think he's woken up on the wrong side of the bed. He was cranky and more ticked off than usual. And now even though he's tolerated me around for the most part, he hasn't now. He tries to leave me out of conversations and invitations to parties as much as he can and it's starting to drive me insane... and of course we got into a big argument.

-Can't you just leave us alone? George asks.

-What? Why!? I ask.

-Because no one wants you around anyway! George says.

-George! Y/N that is not true, he doesn't know what he's talking about, Fred says sincerely.

-Well I don't! She's bloody annoying, George says. I start boiling and I grab his ear and drag him out of the common room and out into the hallways down a flight of stairs. I finally let him go.

-What is your problem with me? I scream at him.

-You have a problem with me too! He defends.

-Only because you started! You took one look at me in first year and decided to loathe me, or what!? I ask. He turns quiet and he glares me down, making me back up into a wall. He didn't back me into it but held a respectable distance.

-Now why do you hate me so much...? I ask into the quiet. His breathing speeds up and he grabs his hair.

-Because you're bloody perfect, that's why! He screams at me. I am taken back from his outburst.

-You're rich and funny and smart and not to mention bloody gorgeous! You're so perfect that I can't compare in any way shape or form, he says and walks closer.

-You're just this piece of fucking sunshine in every room and how could I ever compare? How could I ever be enough? He asks and his voice start to shake as he backs off a bit again.

-I-I.... He can't take but instead he begins to shake lightly. He puts his hand in front of his mouth and I can see it shake.

-I just never knew what to do and I thought that if I started hating you then it would all become easier and you would leave my mind alone but... you never did, he almost whispers. He looks at me for a reaction and then done at the floor. I was too shocked by his words to even comprehend what was happening. What he was telling me.

-I-I'm sorry, I- he says before he begins to stomp away. I rush after his long strides and grab his arm.

-George! I shout at him when he won't turn to me. As he hears me he stops and turns around. He looks at me and I see that tears are falling down his cheek.

-You.... you like me? I ask, so that I understood him correctly. He swallows thickly and nods.

-Yeah... he says defeatedly.

-Oh George... I say and pull him down to me so that I could hug him. He hugs back.

-You sweet idiot... I like you too, I say. This makes him bury his face in the crook of my neck as he hugs me.

-Thank god, he sniffles.

-otherwise this would've been very very embarrassing, he says and I giggle.

-You idiot, why didn't you just tell me when we got to know about the arrangement? I ask.

-I don't know... I guess I really believed my thoughts too much, he says. I let go and grab his face and dry his tears.

-It's ok... now let's head back, ok? Let's talk it out, I say. He nods and sniffles. I smile softly and grab his hand and start to slowly lead him back into our common room.

Another few months later;

Today is the day that the durmstrang and beauxbaton students are leaving Hogwarts. It was a pretty good timing since the rest of us are going to be leaving in a couple of days. I hug some of my new found friends goodbye as we cry.

-Oh Y/N, we're going to miss you, my friend, who actually came from beauxbatons and her friend says throughly tears.

-And I'm going to miss you too, I say and laugh through the tears.

-Now promise you will write to us as often as you can! My other friends says.

-I promise, I nod and we hug one more time. I back up to stand by George. He smiles down at me and puts a comforting hand around my shoulders. Suddenly Viktor Krum walks up to me.

-Miss L/N, I've heard great things about you, he says with a heavy accent.

-Oh you have? From who? I ask confused.

-By my good friend Hermione, he says. I look at Hermione and she just sends me some thumbs up.

-W-well what have you heard? I ask.

-That you are a great friend and a loyal leader. Hermione also told me that you are a fierce quidditch player. I bet you would fit perfectly as a professor at durmstrang once you graduate, he says and laughs. I giggle and shake my head.

-No I quite like it here. Besides, I have my whole family here, I say and grab George's hand on my shoulder.

-I understand. Family is very important. Either way, I wish you goodbye and good luck on your journey, miss L/N, Viktor says and bows as he leaves.

-Miss L/N huh... actually doesn't sound too bad when he says it, I say and George stops me.

-Ah Ah Ah! It's mrs Weasley by law, George says.

-Not yet it isn't, I remind him.

A couple of years later:

Me and George had not wanted to get married the first thing we did when we graduated from Hogwarts. No we wanted to work, build up a stable ground for ourselves first. Fred got married to Angelina first though. They were quick with it, no buzzing around with it...

Then came the battle of Hogwarts and that whole ordeal. George lost his ear before that and we almost lost Fred. Luckily it's not much worse that one twin with one ear and the other with a permanent limp.

After the battle me and George quickly decided that life was too short to wait, so... we got married. We got married on a warm summers day in the middle of July. Both our families and relatives came and we had a big party. We decided that it was worth celebrating, especially after the rough start our relationship had.

-You are the most gorgeous I've ever seen you, George whispers in my ear as were slow dancing at our wedding. I smile.

-And I don't think I've ever seen anyone more handsome in a suit, I say. He chuckles and kisses my neck softly. I sigh contently.

-Are you happy? He asks. I pull away from our embrace and smile at him.

-I am more than happy George, I say. He smiles at me. He then tilts my head up and kisses me softly.

-Wouldn't this all have been so much easier if I had just done that from the start? He asks and I laugh.

-You wouldn't even imagine, I joke. He laughs and spins me around quickly before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

-Now don't you worry... I will love you for a million years if I haven't shown you how much I love you already, he says. I smile up at him.

-I know baby... I know, I say and put a hand on his cheek.