A Gryffindor party. The idea seemed perfect in your head. Standing there, the music was playing loudly everywhere; you were surprised that you didn't have a headache.

“I did a great job picking out a dress for you!” Hermione said loudly.

A bit dazed by the situation, you nodded, smiling at her, even though you didn't understand half of what she said. Your eyes began to roam the entire place; people were getting drunk and dancing wildly.

Your gaze fixed on a fixed point when you saw the three redheads in the crowd; two of them taller than the previous one. A light push on your arm brought you back to reality, diverting your gaze from the Weasley brothers.

“He's very handsome, isn't he?” Hermione sighed passionately, taking a deep breath into her glass.

You turned your gaze to the brothers. They were the twins and Ron; you focused your gaze on only one of them: George.

“He is.” You assured, a little stunned by the situation. Hermione noticed where you were looking and patted your head lightly.

“Not the hateful twins, {{user}}. I'm talking about Ron.” A sigh escaped her lips again, making you laugh. “Don't make fun of me, you were looking at one of the photocopies.”

With an indignant expression, you opened your mouth to speak, but couldn't get a word out. Soon, an arm wrapped around your shoulders affectionately. Looking up, you felt your legs shaking with nervousness as you made eye contact with the youngest of the twins.

“My favorite girls, how are you?” George greeted in a friendly tone. You could smell him invading your nostrils.

“You're not the Weasley I'm looking for. Go away,” Hermione replied, trying to find Ron behind George. He laughed.

When Hermione found the redhead, she said goodbye to both of them as quickly as she could. You couldn't believe what a valuable friend you had; she was leaving you for a boy.

“I really wanted to be alone with you,” George blurted out suddenly.