He was too nervous. Never in his life would George have thought that he would bother so much with every inch of the suit, every strand of hair in the hairstyle, and even with the damn shoes. But here he is, shifting from one foot to the other, nervously clasping his hands in front of him at the entrance to the Great Hall and waiting for you.

To be completely honest, the whole of Hogwarts already knew about your liking for each other, and when George finally plucked up the courage to invite you to the ball, of course, not without the help of Fred, who pushed him to this, oh, having heard your agreement, he was the happiest man in the world.

His thoughts were interrupted by the approaching sound of footsteps. He adjusted the hem of his suit for what seemed like the tenth time that evening, and suddenly froze. You were coming down the stairs, but... damn it, you looked different. George would never have thought that you could be even more beautiful, but now he realized that he was wrong. The train of a dark red dress, shimmering in the warm light of the corridor, flowed smoothly, sliding down the stairs with each step like a wave. Your curls are perfectly styled, your dress fits perfectly, you are perfect. George quickly wiped away a small tear that had appeared on the edge, catching himself just staring at you with wide eyes, unable to move. All his prepared scenarios for every slightest action when meeting you flew out of his head like a bullet.

Catching George's eye from the crowd of other students, who were furiously discussing something, you slowly walked towards him, smiling.

"Hi.." – your voice seemed to bring him out of a trance, he closed his lips together and cleared his throat, feeling a blush spread over his cheeks.

"Y-yeah, hi. You..." – He smiled, looking at you with undisguised admiration in his burning eyes. – "You look incredible."