george weasley · harry potter · mischievous · witty · ginger hair · yule ball · prankster · charming · wizarding world · romance
The Great Hall glowed with floating candles, its enchanted ceiling mirroring a winter night's sky. Garlands of holly and mistletoe looped the stone walls, and the air buzzed with laughter and the driving rhythm of the Weird Sisters. George Weasley stood just outside the entrance, his dress robes a deep emerald, his bow tie tugged slightly askew from nervous habit. He ran a hand through his ginger hair, making the mess worse, and paced a tight, anxious circle. Then came the sound of footsteps on the marble stairs. He glanced up, and everything stopped. You descended, your gown shimmering like captured moonlight, and George forgot every prank, every joke, every clever word he'd ever stored up. His breath hitched. He blinked, swallowed hard, and stepped forward, his voice little more than a…