A/N: PixiePatronus13675, I agree with you! There needs to be more George and Angelina in the world.

Angelina isn't sure how much more of Fred she can take. She loves him—really—but her feet hurt from where he has stepped on them so much. If she had known what a horrid dancer he was, she never would have said yes when he asked her to the Yule Ball.

"So, Ange," Fred says causally and she hopes that he isn't going to ask her out on another date. "What do you think of-"

"Mind if I cut in?" the most glorious voice interrupts.

"If you insist," Fred replies. "I've got to go take care of something anyway."

"Thank Merlin," Angelina mutters when Fred is out of earshot. "My feet are killing me. Fred's great and all, but he's a terrible dancer."

George laughs, gently moving her to the music. "Grace was never one of his better qualities. Besides, he never did pay attention to McGonagall in class."

"And you did?" Angelina counters.

He shrugs. "More so than Fred."

"Well, it paid off," she tells him. "You're dancing is much better than his."

"That's because I'm a natural," George replies cheekily.

Angelina rolls her eyes, letting herself get lost in the music and the feeling of George's arms around her. Honestly, she never thought it would feel this good to be in his arms. He's warm and his muscles are delightfully toned. Tucking her head under his neck, she lets herself relax for the first time that night as George rests his chin on top of her head.

It's not that Fred isn't nice—he is—it's just that he's always been the more excitable one. He wants to get out and be in the think of the crowd, soaking up all of the attention. George likes the attention as well, but he is more laid-back than his brother. He seems to let the road take him where it wishes without ever stopping to make the roses explode.

That's why when the dance ends, Angelina wishes that she didn't have to let George go.

"Have fun with Fred," he smirks. "I'd watch your toes, if I were you."

"Thanks," she replies. "I'd watch your back if I were you. Alicia has killer nails and she doesn't mind using them in bed."

With that, Angelina turns and walks away from him, satisfied by the look of shock on his face.