#i ran out of room to ramble in tags so uhh.. post body!

[argiopi]

only pity

The thought of the greenpath vessel haunted me for my entire first playthrough. I thought I would get answers on them - well, I did, if only in the form of coming to understand Hornet’s motives. My theories ranged from Hornet killed them to they were already dead to wait that’s their own weapon to they were infected (bc broken mask like broken vessel) to was Hornet involved in the decision to kill themselves? It would connect the dots between Hornet fought them and their own nail killed them. An act of mercy, I suppose..?

When they failed her test, did she sit them down and gently explain their inevitable doom? To give them the choice is the ultimate acknowledgment of them as a being with a will. The very thing that allows them to choose is what makes them unfit for their purpose*. Maybe it’s a comfort, in that regard - if they can make this decision, and they couldn’t defeat me either, there is no chance they would have been able to succeed.

That “I’d feel no sadness” line always felt like a front to me. Why tell them that if you don’t care? Why say it if you aren’t trying to convince yourself? On that note, I’d like to speculate about why Hornet would have been in that arena in the first place. The game-design reasons for encountering her right there with the vessel are obvious - immediate threat-horror, the clarification that she was involved. But as a character, why was she there? She hadn’t just fought them before the encounter, because you see her outside the arena shortly prior. I don’t think she was luring Ghost: because that “stalking me” line implies she was just going about her activities, and Ghost made the active choice to follow. Was she visiting her sibling’s grave?

*I’m still so curious about how Hornet seems to acknowledge Ghost’s mind (if you had the will, knowing, knowing, knowing), yet accept them as a vessel. I wonder if she knows a truly pure vessel isn’t really feasible, and that’s why she focuses so much on strength? Not just strength of body, but strength of mind. Maybe that’s a topic for its own post.

[hellomelusine]

Impractical

Written for @lingeriewarsweek day 6 - Jungle Green. I’ll post a picture of the item at the bottom of this. Look, this was supposed to be  a short silly thing and it turned into a not short thing with several surprises (but maybe still silly), and at the end of the day I really shouldn’t be left unsupervised with this ship.

Rey was just tipsy enough to laugh when Rose described Finn’s face when she walked into their bedroom wearing what sounded suspiciously like a torture device after she described that too at Jessika’s insistence. Tomorrow, or maybe even later today, when she was sober Rey knew she wouldn’t be able to look Finn in the eye at the table in the mess hall. Rose slid another drink at Rey when she started describing exactly what followed when Finn recovered his senses. Rey choked on said drink, the burn of alcohol stinging at her nose as Rose barreled on describing in lewd detail about how Finn kissed a pair of lips that were not on Rose’s face. Rey stood abruptly from the table, stuttered out some excuse and retreated to the bar.

“Rey from Jakku.” Maz appeared at her side, “Your boyfriend isn’t going to show up here and destroy my place again is he?” She asked, a gleam in her eye.

“My what now?” Rey asked, turning to glare blearily at Maz.

Maz waved a hand around. “Tall, brooding, would have the swagger of his father if he hadn’t had that worm of a man twisting his brain his whole life.”

In a distant part of Rey’s brain she knew she should vehemently deny what Maz was saying, but here in the present she found the words ‘no, he’s not coming.’ tumble from her mouth and the small alien gave her a beaming smile accompanied by a pat on the cheek before she wandered off to check on her other patrons.

“Shopping time!” Jessika shouted, appearing about as suddenly as Maz had and jostled Rey, the alcohol sloshing out of the glass and all over her hand and the bartop. “Comeoncomeoncomeonnnnn.” she rambled plucking the glass from Rey’s hands and tugging her through the front door where Rose was waiting, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“I think we’re too drunk for this.” Rey mumbled, following her friends into the shopping district of the city. “What are we even supposed to be picking up.”

“Pretty things.” Rose sighed, dropping back to put an arm around Rey’s shoulders, and arm that sober Rey would have shrugged off, but an arm that drunk Rey was leaning into, reaching up to grip Rose’s hand. “We’re going to get such pretty things Rey.” She sang. “Finn is going to faint this time. Then we can find someone for you to show pretty things to!”

OH. Kriff. They were at the store already, how had they gotten here so quickly. Jessika pulled the door open with a wide grin and Rey was pulled into some form of hell - there was no other word for it. The General had told them they could have one day of planetside leave to blow off some steam. It was a rotating schedule, to stay under the radar of The First Order, who according to intelligence were searching for them in a sector far from here, but that didn’t mean they could be careless. Sending Rey planetside was risky enough, but since it was where Maz had chosen to rebuild, Leia had been willing to risk it. Rey didn’t want to think about what Leia would say when she found out the girls had gotten drunk and then bought underwear. A problem for sober Rey.

“None of this looks practical at all.” Rey muttered, picking up something that was nothing but straps.

“That’s the point!” Rose stage whispered, untangling the item and holding it up in front of Rey. “It’s for fun. It’s to feel pretty.”

“Objectively.” Rey countered. Dropping the item to the table where it had been. “I already am pretty.”

“Confidence. I like it!” Jess chimed in, arms full of color. “How about...ok, you ever wanted to make a man beg before?”

“I have made men beg. Plenty of times.” Rey shrugged, both of her companions let out noises of intrigue. “Oh! You meant - oh.”

“Jakku sounds weird.” Jess frowned. “Rey, men are visual creatures, and women are works of art -”

“If I try something on will you shut up?” Rey interrupted quickly.

Both girls let out quiet whoops of joy as Rey turned to pursue the racks, grabbed a set that looked roughly her size and the least complicated out of everything in the store before she stalked to the changing rooms in the back.

“Hello!” chirped the sales girl stationed there. “Just the one set?” her smile widened at Rey’s nod of affirmation. “Follow me please. Now we do politely ask that you are gentle with the merchandise, and if you choose to buy the item you can bring it to the front with you or if you prefer to wear it out,” at this she gave a quick wink “just remove this tag and bring it to the front; if not, please leave it in the dressing rooms for sanitation. Here you go! If you need any help, please don’t hesitate to call!”

“Uhh, thanks?” Rey said, stepping into the small room and hanging the lingerie set on the only hook offered. “Okay. It’s just a form of clothes, you can do this. You wrap your arms every day, this can’t be harder than that.”

“Reyyyyy.” Rose called from outside of her door. “I’m right next to you! Let’s show each other how we look when we’re in everything.”

“Am I allowed to say ‘no’?”

“NOPE!” Jess laughed.

Rey wavered a few minutes before deciding to just suck it up and do it. Shedding her clothes was done with practiced ease and she stood there in her breast bindings and plain underwear before pinching at the clips that held the small scrap of fabric that was also somehow underwear. It fell easily into her palm and she shimmied out of her bottoms before working this fancy piece on.

The whole set was in black and green; the bottoms, once she worked out that the wide bands would rest on each hip and the tiny gem rested at the front went on easily enough. She suqurmed a bit at the srip that fell snugly between her cheeks. ‘A thong’ Rose had mentioned when she held it up for them to see, it had meant nothing to Rey then, but it certainly did now. Why would anyone wear something like this.

“How is it going Rey?” Jess asked.

“This all seems incredibly impractical.” she sighed even as she worked her way out of her breast bindings.

“Again, that isn’t the point. Just hurry up, we’re dying to see.”

The cups of the bra were green, topped with black lace, and two thin straps criss crossed over the very tops of her chest, a matching gem dangling from where they met and rested between her breasts. Her arms were behind her, wrestling with a pair of hooks she was unfamiliar with using when it happened.

“Oh kriff.” She swore as sound dropped out and there he was, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, reflected in the mirror behind her. A laugh borne from alcohol tumbled from her lips even as she spun around and backed up against the reflective surface, but it was too late, he had already seen her ass. He seemed frozen and was gaping at her like a fish. “Uhhh, I’d rather not do this now?” she asked, mentally pumping a fist in victory that she recalled her words from when the force connected them months ago while he had been shirtless. She was getting the raw end of this deal this time.

“What-” he rolled his jaw, eyes drifting over her figure. “What are you doing.”

“Rose and Jess claim this is shopping, but I’m almost convinced this is a wrestling match that I’m losing.” She hiccuped, “Oh wait, I think I’m back to winning.” She ran her fingers over the fasteners. “Yup, got it.”

“Are you - have you been drinking?”

“Oh yeah, but I’m honestly just hoping I can ramble long enough until this isn’t embarrassing.”

“Rey, who are you talking to in there?” Rose’s voice floated through the odd sound barrier of the bond as Rey ignored Kylo to reach for the last piece of her ensemble.

“I’m obviously in here chatting with The Supreme Leader. What is the point of this kriffing thing?” Rey huffed, wrapping the piece around her midsection actively ignoring Kylo’s panicked reaction. It was maybe trying to be a corset she decided.

“Yeah, okay Rey.” Rose laughter hit her ears. “You know, that’s not a terrible idea, just fight him in your underwear next time you see him, he won’t know what hit him.”

Rey chortled a laugh as she fastened the hooks in the front this time before spinning the piece around, fingers playing with the clasps at the end of straps that were meant for a pair of thigh high stockings she wasn’t wearing. Definitely not a corset, there was no support, she decided taking a deep breath, it was just there for looks, like the rest of it. She pressed her palms flat against the mirror and tipped her head up to look Kylo in the eye. “The shock and awe factor.” She called to Rose and Kylo frowned.

“Who are you talking to?”

“Rose.” Rey whispered.

“Who?”

“A friend.” She took a fortifying breath as he took a half step closer. “Well?” She asked, finding herself almost vibrating with nerves now that she had no way to occupy herself and attempt to ignore the hulking presence of her force bond mate. He took another step towards her and Rey found herself biting at the inside of her lower lip. His eyes roved over her body as a light blush built high on his cheeks, one gloved hand reaching out and pinching at the gem nestled between her breasts.

“Green suits you.” He finally said after what felt like an age.

“So I should get it?” She asked, tilting her head just slightly, his gaze drifting up to meet hers.

“It seems impractical?” He frowned, looking down her body again. Rey smothered a laugh that ended with a rush of breath as he took a final step, his body now pressed to hers. “I like it.” his voice low.

“It was a yes or no question, Ben.” Rey teased, shifting against him, her fingers landing on the rough fabric of his tunic.

“Yes.” His word was little more than a whisper against her mouth as his lips met hers. It was a gentle thing, sweet and soft as a sigh.

Rey’s eyes blinked open at a loud rapping to her changing room door. He was gone and she could almost believe it had been a dream if she were not able to feel a ripple of longing through their bond.

Rey wrenched the door open, jaw dropping in shock as she took in Rose and Jessika in their chosen outfits.

“Holy shit Rey! You look good enough to eat!” Jess grinned, stepping toward her in a deep red set similar to her own. There was another ripple through the bond and Rey flushed when she deciphered it as deep agreement with what Jess had said. “Please tell me you’re getting this.”

“Uhh, yup, yes. I am getting this. I am. Going to buy this and wear it - places.”

“Are you okay?” Rose frowned and Rey nodded.

“Great! I’m so good. I’m getting this. You both also look really good, please never tell me how Finn reacts. I’m going to get out of this and we are leaving.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. I’ll meet you both at the front?” She asked, not waiting for an answer before retreating back to the safety of the changing room. After the extreme effort it took to get into all of this, the decision to not take it off was easy; Rey deftly plucked the tag from the left shoulder strap before getting dressed in record time. She haphazardly shoved her arm wraps and the underthings she had been wearing in her bag while withdrawing her credits to pay. Opening the door as quietly as she could, she listened to Jessika and Rose laughing in the next two stalls; satisfied that they were occupied she walked as quickly as she could without looking like she was running to the front.

“Could I also have a bag?” She asked the twi'lek working the register.

“Of course!” She chirped, withdrawing a dark purple bag from under the counter with a flourish “Would you like to place any items you had been wearing inside?”

“That’s allowed?”

“It’s your bag.” The twi’lek shrugged, beaming when Rey withdrew a small wad of fabric from her bag, before pulling some decorative paper from under the counter and putting it in the bag. “There you are! Thank you for stopping in, we hope to see you again soon.” She shot Rey a wink and Rey smiled wide to avoid rolling her eyes.

The girls all stopped to eat something on the way back to the spaceport, Rey drank 2 cups of caf and got another one to nurse while they walked, vaguely listening to Rose and Jess talk about the new slew of resistance recruits they had picked up last week and which one Jess should try to show one of her new pieces to and which one they should introduce Rey to.

“That is the absolute last thing I want.” Rey grumbled. “They go all wide-eyed when they see me. I was stationed on repairs two days ago and this one tech, I think his name was Matt, he just kept dropping everything every time I tried to help him. Didn’t even know what a spanner wrench was!”

“Ouch, seriously?” Rose asked. “How do you not know what a spanner wrench is. That’s basically his number one tool.” Rose laughed. “Imagine his face if you showed up in what you just bought.”

Rey laughed too before pulling up short. “You know, I don’t think I actually saw his face. He seemed really shy, mostly he was under the x-wing.”

“I’ve seen his face!” Jess chirped. “He’s really cute. Hair’s a mess, but his lips. You should go for it. Y’know, assuming he doesn’t pass out as soon as he sees you in all of that lace.”

“I’ll consider it, if he manages to ever speak more than one word at a time to me.” It was a lie, but conceding to flirt with some new tech was easier than trying to avoid their other ideas of getting her to hook up with other recruits. She wondered how many times she could tell Ben it wasn’t too late to change his mind before he blocked her out for once.

“That’s fair.” Rose said, picking up the pace as The Falcon came into view, ramp down and Chewie waiting, arms crossed as he watched the foot traffic through the port. He waved when he saw their trio and retreated into the ship.

“Ready?” Rey asked, dropping into the co-pilot's chair, smiling at the wookie as he growled out an affirmative answer, flicking all of the toggles needed to initiate the startup sequence.

They made it back to their ship base in no time at all, had just landed when The Falcon shuddered and a high pitched whine sounded. Chewbacca growled and Rey laughed. “Don’t worry about it.” She said, shutting the ship down. “I’ll take care of it, you go rest, you’ve earned it.” The wookie let out a sequence of happy chuffs before standing and exiting the cockpit. Rose appeared a moment later.

“You need any help?”

“No, I’ll be alright, if it needs something more in depth I’ll finish it up tomorrow. Go do whatever you’re going to do with Finn.” Rey stood, shooing Rose out.

“Well first I’m going to -”

“Tell me nothing.” Rey laughed, putting a hand over Rose’s mouth. “Take her out of here.” She gently pushed Rose towards Jessika, who gave an awkward salute before they both sauntered to the elevator bay. Rey watched them go and then sighed, regretting leaving on the sexy underthings now that she was going to be tinkering with The Falcon.

“Nothing for it now.” She grumbled after getting the diagnostics report, stalking to where the tools were kept. She stashed what she would immediately need on her belt. “Oi! Matt!” She called across the bay, spotting a mop of messy blonde hair. She heard a clang as something fell from the top of the x-wing he was working on. He twisted toward her. “Do you know where they stashed the tall ladder?” He answered with a negative noise and Rey scrunched up her nose before pulling over one of the standard ladders that were used to get into the x-wings. She scaled the ladder quickly before getting a solid hand hold on The Falcon itself. Scaling it was miles easier than all of her time spent scavenging star destroyers. She blinked down at the top of it, a quilt of scavenged together pieces in places. “Kriffing hell.” She muttered, kicking her way over to a smoking panel. For a moment she stared at the wires in disbelief. It was a miracle they made it back safe she mused while cutting them out.

“How’s it look?” Matt. It had to be, she stuck her head over the side to look down, and sure enough, there he was, hands shoved deep in his pockets and studying his shoes.

“Have you met the porgs yet?” Rey asked, swinging herself over and descending quickly.

“The what?” he practically jumped when she landed next to him.

“Porgs. Follow me.” She stalked into The Falcon and looked around. “Which one of you did this?” She dropped the wires in front of the closest nest and received a wide eyed chirrup back. “How did you even get up there?” another chirrup and she grunted. “I would take you all back to that island in a heartbeat or eat you, if Chewie didn’t like you all so much.” a small porglette head appeared under the wing of the one that she had been talking at and released a tiny squak. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” She pointed. “You can come in, I don’t really think they bite, although they do try to eat everything.”

She turned towards Matt with a smile that slipped from her face when she finally got a good look at his face for the first time. “A week.” She frowned, crossing her arms across her chest. “You’ve been here a week. How long were you hoping to keep this up? Does your mother know?” He was hovering in the doorway of the landing ramp, eyes fliting around to take everything in.

“It looks the same.” He ignored her questions.

“Ben,” Rey stepped closer to him, “What are you doing here?” She reached up and gently tugged the blonde wig from his head before gently removing the glasses to tuck them away in the pouch on her belt. “And why in a disguise this bad?”

“I was in a hurry.” She let him take the wig back, watched it fall to the floor before he took her hand in his. “There was a camera,” he muttered with a roll of his jaw, “in the elevator - in the throne room. Hux found it, there was a coup.”

“We haven’t heard anything about it.” She grumbled, but felt the Force pulse with the truth of his words. “What possessed you to come here, though?”

The corner of Ben’s lip twitched. “You. Ignorance doesn’t suit you, Rey.”

She hummed, pulling at the front of his uniform dragging him far enough into The Falcon so she could hit the button to close the ramp. “You know, Rose and Jess wanted me to flirt with Matt, but I told them he was too shy.” She frowned and pushed away from him. “What were you doing earlier? Do you seriously hang out in your room wearing your usual clothes in case the bond opens?”

“No, those are just my clothes.” He smirked now, leaning in towards her. “Speaking of…”

Rey reached up, tangling her fingers in the ends of his hair. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” She teased, teeth catching on his lower lips.

“Yes, I would.” This time when their lips met its desperate and hungry and everything Rey was hoping the kiss from earlier would build into. “Is this okay?” He rasped against her neck as his hands fumbled with her belt and sash. She huffed, smiling against his cheek, before removing her fingers from his hair to help him out. “Stars, Rey.” He gasped, pulling away as her shirt fell to floor to look at her. “I thought I was dreaming when I saw you earlier.” He murmured, tips of his fingers tracing the straps down to the gem.

“Ben, you already have me out of my top, you don’t need to try so hard with the flattery.” She rolled her eyes, unzipping his jacket.

“So when Matt gets leave, how opposed would you be if I bought several more of these, in every color?”

Rey tipped her head back and laughed. “Very. This was a nightmare to get into.”

“Then let me help you get out of it.”

“Shut up and kiss me again, because that was the worst line I’ve ever heard.” Ben’s laugh was more of a huff of exasperation, but he complied with her request with a bruising kiss, fingers slipping under the straps as his palms cupped her tits. “Ben.” she whined, pushing into his hands as she finally revealed his torso, raking her nails down over him before looping her fingers into the waistband of his pants. “Please.” She whispered, giving a gentle tug, rocking into him.

“Anything.” He groaned, pulling the cups of her bra down and exposing her perky tits to his view. His tongue had just met the tip of a nipple when there was a squak from the right. “But maybe,” He drawled, bringing his hands up to pinch each nipple in turn. “Not where those creepy things can watch.”

[olixerwoood-blog]

New Beginnings

Summary: Dance Practice for the Yule Ball and Y/n and George are paired up to practice. Just flufffff! Also need to tag @notgreengrass for being the editor over my posts, and helping me with the ending. I have no idea what I would do without you, tysm for making my writing that much better!

Word Count: 1578

Pairings: George Weasley x Reader

The Yule Ball, as McGonagall described it, was a tradition that only happened during the Triwizard Tournament in which boys and girls — third year and up — attend a formal dance. The partying was what George was fine with, but the aspect he was had trouble with was the dance class. Sure, on the outside he joked around about the ordeal with his twin brother, but on the inside, George was terrified. It wasn’t because McGonagall was forcing everyone to learn how to do the Waltz correctly, no. It was because of the person he longed to dance with.

Y/n stood just across the room with all the other girls. It was a sunny day, and so her y/h/c hair looked glossy from the diamond-like reflections of the large window. Her smile was captivating, radiant even, as she laughed at the sight of McGonagall and Ron dancing together. Her hips were swaying ever so slightly to the soft music bouncing off the stone walls of the room.

She was perfect in every way in his eyes and she probably didn’t even know George existed. She was a grade below him and the two had never talked before. He often saw her hanging around the castle reading novels in different spots, or studying in the library by the window overlooking the lake, to which he assumed was her favorite spot since she was there most of all. The young witch often munched on sherbet lemons as she studied. When George visited Hogsmeade, he made sure to buy a box for her. George memorized her schedule, so before she even got to her cozy spot, he'd swiftly lay a box and stay hidden until he sees her bright smile reading the anonymous note he left on the package.

George was so caught up in his daydream about the y/h that he almost missed McGonagall ordering them to find a dance partner to practice with. George gulped as Fred hit him on the shoulder.

“Wanna dance with me, Georgie?” Fred winked playfully.

“Fred and George, you most certainly will not be dancing together!” McGonagall cried from beside them. “Now, Fred... you can be Angelina’s partner, and George... let's see. Oh, Y/n dear, come over here and be George’s partner, will you?” George felt his heart pick up a rapid pace. He was sure his heart would jump out of his chest when she walked towards him.

“Hello, George,” she greeted, her voice reminding him of a flower petal: soft and simply lovely. Her smile alone caused his body temperature to escalate quickly.

“Uh, hi Y/n,” George barely managed to get out. Why was he so nervous? He never felt nervous, not even for pranks.

“Well, don’t you think we should start dancing? We are the only two who are still standing here, you know.” She awkwardly smiled up at him as she stepped forward to place one hand on his shoulder and the other in his outstretched hand. After getting into the correct position, the two began to glide across the room through other couples. Y/n kept looking down at her feet almost every two seconds and George couldn’t help himself from blushing.

“I’m sorry,” she spoke up breaking the silence between them, “I just want to make sure I’m doing this correctly. Oh Merlin, George, I am so sorry I keep stepping on your foot!”

“It’s okay," said George quickly. "I’m not really leading correctly... I think," he lied. George was doing fine, surprisingly. He didn’t want her to feel bad for messing up. “Actually, you’re doing amazing.”

He caught the sight of her adorable wide y/e/c eyes and peachy cheeks before she tried to hide them by turning away.

“Oh, uh, t-thank you, George! I haven’t really danced with anyone ever besides my father, but even then all I ever did was stand on his feet as we stepped around the room.” She giggled nervously, wondering if George would think of her oddly for revealing that kind of information. “I believe that is why I'm constantly stepping on your foot.”

“Don’t worry about it," he smiled, "Practice always makes perfect right? Well, not perfect, probably just better because perfect isn't real. Well, I mean, except you, of course, you're perfect–" he accidentally let slip out from his rambling. He turned red before continuing like it never happened.

"Uh, I feel like your part is a little harder than mine," he said attempting to distract her from the last bit as they danced back through the crowd.

After a few minutes, Y/n stopped stepping on George’s toes and the two were told to switch partners – much to George's disappointment.

George was now somehow dancing with Angelina and Fred with Y/n. He watched as her and Fred twirled around the room. Heat was once again rising to his cheeks, but this time out of jealousy. Her sweet laugh caused him to lose focus and step on Angelina's foot which ended with her tripping and falling.

“George! Would you look at me please?! You’re making me mess up!”

“What? Oh, sorry Angelina. I just got distracted and I’m really tired with all this dancing.”

Angelina turned her head to focus on George’s line of sight when her eyes landed on Y/n laughing with Fred. She smirked as she turned back around to her friend.

“George, just ask her to the dance. She'll say yes, I promise.”

“What? Who are you talking about?” George tried.

“Um, Y/n. Obviously! I know for a fact that you haven’t been staring at your twin brother like that, and she's the one he’s dancing with so it wasn’t too hard to figure out. Plus, Fred told me that you’re crushing majorly on her. Yeah, he noticed too.”

George began to blush for what seemed like the millionth time today. “Fred doesn’t bloody know what he’s talking about.” Angelina only sighed and shook her head.

“I’m only telling you this because I know she will say yes to you and because I don’t want you to wait too late before asking her. A girl like that, psh, all the boys must be down on their knees for her."

After dance lessons were over, McGonagall informed the group that attendance was mandatory and that they were expected to have dates for the Yule Ball. George slowly gathered his bag up beside Fred and casually kept glancing over at Y/n who was chatting with Romilda Vane yet trying to escape the conversation.

Fred looked over at his brother and laughed.

“Georgie, oh dear Merlin. Just go ask her to the ball! Rip off the bandage and get it over with. It’s so obvious you want to take her, mate.”

“Okay, yeah, fine, but what if she says no? Then I’ll be stuck going to the dance with you!” George sighed and tossed his bag onto his shoulder all the while never taking his eyes off the girl. Fred punched him on the shoulder before he exclaims, “Just go! And I'm already going with someone else, hah!"

Y/n began to walk out of the door and towards the Great Hall for lunch as she left Romilda. George felt his feet beginning to move forward, almost as they had a will of their own, and before he knew it he was in strides beside Y/n. She looked up to him with that same beautiful smile.

“Yes... George?” y/n hesitated, studying the twin's face to correctly tell them apart, which was successful. 'She could tell us apart?' He thought in his head as the two continued to walk down the hall.

“Uh, you know how McGonagall told us that we have to have partners for the dance, and since we already danced together during practice I was thinking that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to go together to the ball? I mean unless of course you were already planning on going with someone else, but that’s fine! Uhh, I mean I just figured that it would be wicked if we got to go together to the ball, because it would be fun and–”

“George,” Y/n cut him off with a touch to his arm which left him staring deeply into her eyes that held a galaxy. “George, I would love to be your date to the dance. Thank you for asking me. I was actually hoping that you would...” She laughed anxiously with red dusting over her cheeks. George immediately felt his heart begin to race from the excitement.

“That’s– oh– that's really great!" George couldn't believe his luck. "I have got to go tell Fred and everyone I know and oh Merlin I'm so happy–” George rambled with a large smile plastered over his face.

"So, you'll pick me up?" she said as she shyly looked down at her shoes while fiddling with her fingers.

"Oh, yeah— yes, I will," George replied with the same tone of excitement.

"And George?"

"Yes?"

Y/n stood on her toes and reached toward his face and kissed his cheek softly. "I'll see you sometime, yes?" She smiled at him once more and spun on her heels and left after he ecstatically nodded.

George jumped and ran in the halls with glee, repeatedly yelling a variation of "yes's" and "yeah's" as he pumped his fists in the air. The next days consisted of counting down the days left until he gets to see the witch he'd possibly fallen in love with.