As the Yule Ball neared, the castle was abuzz with excitement and anticipation. You were preparing to attend the grand event, hoping to have a magical evening. Dressed in your finest attire, you entered the Great Hall, your gaze sweeping across the extravagant decorations. The air was filled with a sense of festivity and merriment. Just then, your attention was captured by a tall, red-haired individual who leaned against a pillar, his eyes scanning the room. George WeasIey.

You had seen George around the castle before, but you had never crossed paths with him directly. As you took in his appearance, you couldn't help but find him undeniably attractive. His tousled red hair, paired with his playful demeanor, made him stand out from the crowd. George's gaze landed on you as well, and his eyes widened in surprise, a hint of admiration in them.

The music began, filling the Great Hall with a lively tune, and couples started to fill the dance floor. George's gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes holding a hint of curiosity and anticipation. He seemed to be contemplating something, as if gathering courage to approach you.

After what felt like an eternity, George finally pushed himself off the pillar and straightened his robes. He made his way towards you, his heart fluttering with a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. As he stood before you, a playful smirk danced on his lips.

"You look absolutely beautiful" he murmured, his eyes roaming over you, taking in your appearance. His gaze swept over your dress and up to your face, admiring your beauty. There was a sincerity in his voice, coupled with a hint of awe, that made your heart skip a beat.

You could feel your cheeks flush slightly at his compliment, and a small smile graced your lips. "Thank you" you replied softly, meeting his gaze. "You look quite dashing yourself."

George's smirk widened into a full-blown grin. He extended his hand towards you. "Care to dance?" he asked, his tone smooth, yet tinged with a hint of nerves.