Summary of this OS: For George and Alicia, this starry night is a special one.
Rating of this OS: T (it's so soft though!)
Warning: Non-described sexual situation
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, nothing belongs to me. I don't make any money out of this story.
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Written for:
- Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): ASSIGNMENT #5: Muggle Art: Masterpieces: Task 1 - Write a fic set at night
- the If You Dare Challenge (REVIVED!): Prompt 298 - Starry Night
- the Ultimate Random Pairing Challenge: pairing - George Weasley / Alicia Spinnet + prompt - Beautiful Night for…
Word count: 556 words
A Beautiful Night for a Dance: George and Alicia
They are running on the grass outside the school, and yet they can still hear the music coming out of the Great Hall. They're laughing and they can't breathe, but they have never been happier.
She suddenly stops running and tugs on his hand to stop him too.
"Look, George!" she exclaims, and she points at the sky, and he looks up because how can he not? when she's like this, her dark hair falling down her back in gentle waves and her brown eyes reflecting the light of the stars above. "The stars, they're so beautiful!" she exclaims, and there's a smile on her face so he smiles back.
He wants to tell her "Not as beautiful as you, Al," but then…
But then he does look (really look) at the stars, and he is rendered speechless. It is a starry night, and the stars shine above them, and the moon is beautiful too, and everything is so wonderful at that perfect moment –
"It's a beautiful night for a dance, don't you think, George?" she asks, interrupting his thoughts. Her voice is more serious now, but she knows he won't deny her this joy, so there's a tender smile on her lips when he looks back at her.
He bows in front of her, just a little, and then holds his hand out for her to take. She does, and he places his free hand on her waist, and then they dance. They dance even when other students go in and out of the castle, not so far from them, and they dance until they cannot even hear the music anymore. They are so absorbed in each other that neither of them notice the lone shooting star passing above them.
When they finally stop dancing, they do realize that the music coming out of the castle has changed. It's not a waltz anymore, it's…
"The Weird Sisters!" they say in a perfect chorus, and they rush back into the school.
Later that night, George leads her through empty corridors, and they stop in front of a wall. She's already laughing, because it's such a strange place to stop, but when George tells her to close her eyes, she does. She trusts him (being his Quidditch partner helps in that matter), and when he twirls her around, she laughs again. Maybe it's just the magic of the night that makes her feel almost drunk, but she's always laughing, and she never feels bad about it.
He then leads her forward, and when her eyelids flutter open, she gasps. They're in a room, and there's a bed, and the ceiling… It's such a beautiful imitation of the starry night outside.
When music (slow, beautiful music) rings through the room and he asks her "It's such a beautiful night for a dance, don't you think, Alicia?", she shakes her head, but she still wraps her arms around him, and they sway along the rhythm of the music.
And when the song ends, she just kisses him, because it seems like the right time to do so. He kisses her back, and soon, they stumble back onto the bed, and they're still kissing. She doesn't hesitate for one second before she gives herself to him, entirely, because she knows him, she trusts him, and they're young and they're free.
I hope you liked this! :) Even if it's the shortest thing I've ever written…