Partners in Crime
Warning: SLASH Neville Longbottom/George Weasley
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Everyone's staying at school for the Yule Ball. Even me. Even though I don't have a partner yet.
You see, I don't think it would be a good idea to turn up at the Yule Ball with George Weasley as my partner, even though he's the one person I would love to go with and everyone would think of it as a joke. I mean, who would expect two boys to go to the Yule Ball together? No-one, not even George. Or Fred.
And, apart from that, would he accept? No. So there's no point even asking him.
And what would my classmates say?
No, I can't go with George. I need some other solution.
The obvious choice would be Fred, although he's a boy, too, and he's going with Angelina anyway. Then I could ask one of the Gryffindor girls, but Parvati and Lavender are too girly, and Hermione's going with someone else. Most of the other girls in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw in my year already have partners. The other ones wouldn't want to go with me anyway.
The girls in other years are either too old or too young. Ginny's year, the one below me, would be OK, but they've all got partners too-
Wait a minute… has Ginny got a partner?
I don't think she has.
And she's a Weasley, she's female, she looks amazingly like George, she's quite a nice person, and I bet she'd say yes. Especially since if she doesn't get a partner she can't come to the Yule Ball. Perfect.
Now I just have to hope she hasn't got a partner.
This Yule Ball isn't as bad as it sounded. I mean, fair enough, being around Ginny is hard work – she's exhaustingly lively! – but I'm quite enjoying myself. If only George was here. I can't see him anywhere.
I keep standing on Ginny's feet, although she's too polite to mention it, and apologising. I probably shouldn't be gazing at Fred and Angelina, but I just can't tear my eyes away. Not even looking at Ginny works.
Angelina is so lucky. She's got looks, popularity and intelligence. She's also got one of the Weasley twins. As she dances past, I can't help a flicker of jealousy crossing my face.