Angel of Love and Fluffy Stuff and Chef's Special and skyler jackson chase requested: George/Fem!Harry?
Marie Potter yawned into her potions book. Hermione insisted she try and do and good job on her Potions essay, despite the fact both of them knew Snape would give it a Dreadful or a Troll. It was a boring waste of time. Marie wished she had been doing anything else.
BOOOOOOM!
'Dammit, I take it back!' Marie internally yelled. I was bad luck to think those kinds of thoughts at Hogwarts. She and Hermione (with most of Gryffindor tower behind them) ran to the window. Instead of an attack, there were fireworks; tiny explosions of blues, reds, yellows, greens, and everything in between. A bunch of yellow sparks came together in the shape of a lightning bolt. The reds and blues then became words next to it.
Dearest Marie,
Would you honor this wizard
The murmurs started behind her and Marie turned red. Hermione giggled beside her. More fireworks went off and the words reshaped.
And consider being
My date to the ball?
George Weasley flew up from the ground to right under the fireworks, and then waved to the window. Everyone turned to Marie, who was still bright red. Marie turned to Hermione.
"Do you know any spells to make works in fireworks?"
"Try verba ignis." Suggested Hermione. Marie pointed her wand at the fireworks
"Verba ignis." Marie repeated. The words on the fireworks dissolved, reforming into
Yes
Which caused cheers to erupt though the tower, along with George doing a victory dance on is broom. Marie laughed at them all. George flew into the room, getting lots of congrats and pats on the back.
"What is all this reckless?" A stern voice questioned. Everyone turned to the doorway and saw Professor McGonagall standing, none too pleased.
"George asked me to the ball professor." Marie explained, her checks red once more.
"Was it necessary to use fireworks for that, Mr. Weasley?" McGonagall questioned. George rubbed the back of his head.
"No, but I wanted the ask to be as loud and fun as I am." George answered. Fred snorted.
"Be glad he didn't use the poetry he was writing. That would have been as obnoxious and stupid as he is." George smacked his twin for the response.
"Poetry?" Questioned Maire. George blushed and shrugged his shoulders. "That's so sweet!"
"Damn it George, you just made it that much harder for the rest of us to get dates! They'll all want poetry and fireworks." Complained Ron.
"Chocolate and flowers would work too." Marie commented, receiving giggles from the girls and groans from the guys.
A/N: The best part is, as I'm writing this, fireworks are going off outside.
It was originally better, but I lost the notebook I wrote it in and had to rewrite it once already.
Also, I got the order of requests mixed up, so while the next updates won't be for a little bit, the ones after should be quicker