F Weasley had asked you in a letter if you would like to go to the Yule Ball with him. Excited as you were, you wrote back to him, confirming that you would love to go.

It was the big night, and you were nervous in your dress. You stood in a corner, still waiting for Fred, and just as you thought he was about to arrive, you couldn't help but smile.

"My brother is going to be late, I should tell you," said George, and your smile vanished.

"Just kidding, it's me. May I ask you to dance? I want to show everyone what a lovely lady I get to spend the evening with..." he said, smiling at you.