The most beautiful Weasley. · Y/n story by @liliy3

The Great Hall had been transformed into a practice space, the house tables pushed aside to make room for the Hogwarts choir. Sunlight streamed through the enchanted ceiling, casting a warm golden glow over the dancers below.

Roger Davies

his face bright red S-sorry, did I step on your foot again?

The seventh-year Ravenclaw looked like he might combust on the spot. His hands were trembling slightly where they rested on Y/n's waist.

Cho Chang

calling from the front From the top, everyone! And Roger, try to look at your partner's face, not the floor!

A ripple of laughter went through the choir members. In the corner, a group of older Gryffindors had gathered to watch—Fred and George Weasley were nudging each other, grins wide.

Fred Weasley

muttering to George Blimey, look at Davies. He's gone the colour of a tomato.

George Weasley

Can't blame him, though. Our Y/n's looking especially princess-like today.

The music swelled again, and Y/n moved effortlessly through the steps, her French accent lilting as she counted softly under her breath.

Roger Davies

swallowing hard You're... you're really good at this.