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Flashback"True. Listen Anna, I want to ask you something," started George.
"Go ahead," replied Anna apprehensively.
"Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?"•••
She looked up at him apprehensively. George noticed this, and braced himself for the answer he feared. What he didn't expect was for her to ask him a different question.
"Why are you asking me?" she asked, looking him straight in the eye.
"I-I…er…well…" he stuttered, unable to get his thoughts together.
Noticing his discomfort, Anna continued, "I mean, the two of us are nearly opposites, George. You're in Gryffindor, I'm in Slytherin. You have a huge family, I grew up in an orphanage. You-" He cut her off by placing his hand over her mouth. "You grew up in an orphanage?" he asked. "Yes," she said sadly. "All I ever knew about my parents is that they were Muggles. I don't even know my own last name. I was abandoned as a child and left on the streets. Roth Avenue, if you want the specific name of the street." She said, looking up at him with sadness etched on her face.
"Why does it matter if you're muggle-born?" he asked. "That's not something I care about; the Weasleys are the biggest blood-traitor family there is!" he said, not patting her on the shoulder gently.
"I'm just trying to show you how different we really are," she said. "You and Fred are some of the most popular people at Hogwarts, and nearly half of Hogwarts doesn't even know I exist," she said.
"That's only because Fred and I are arrogant gits who crave attention more than the average human. People don't know you because you choose for people to not know you. You don't claim credit for every prank pulled in the history of Hogwarts," George said.
Anna smiled at him, clearly feeling a bit better. Then she realized something.
"You never answered my question," she said, now smirking again.
George looked at her curiously. "Which question was that?" he asked.
"Why do you want me to go to the ball with you?"
"Because…er…because I-I like you," he said. Anna looked up at him, her smirk vanished, and she suddenly felt butterflies in her stomach. George suddenly thought of an unforeseen complication.
"Fred…er…already asked you didn't he?" George asked, suddenly feeling rather sad.
Anna looked at him, butterflies still in her stomach. "Yes, he did," she said.
"Oh, I get it," said George, starting to get up from the ground. Anna grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. "George," she said, "I turned him down." George looked at her, positively shocked. Anna grinned at his shock. George noticed how pretty she looked when she has a genuine smile on her face.
"Oh…really?" he asked, now with a shocked grin on his face. She nodded.
"So, to answer your question…" she started. George looked at her hopefully.
"-Yes, I'll go to the ball with you, George," she said. They were both smiling genuine smiles at this point. To them, it seemed like the only thing in the world that mattered was that they were alone, lying down in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch, smiling more than they had ever before. George was seized by a desire to move his face a few inches forward, just enough so that their lips would meet. Anna looked him straight in the eye, and immediately felt the same desire. She inched her face closer to his, all the while thinking about how incredible it was that he, George Weasley, actually liked her, Anna Roth. Their lips were about a centimeter apart, when George's stomach let out a huge grumble, loud enough to wake the dead.
All the tenderness of the moment was gone. Anna let out a loud snort and began to giggle uncontrollably. George turned bright red, but shook it off and began to laugh with her.
"Um…that was awkward," said Anna unnecessarily. "Wanna get some breakfast?"
"Yeah, that would be nice," said George, still grinning. There he was, with two days left until the Yule Ball, and he finally had a date.