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You are a dancer so McGonagall wanted you to show all the students how they have to dance.
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"Mr Weasley," McGonagall said grabbing him by his shoulder.
"Yes?" Ron answered almost asked unsure.
"Will you join me please?"
Harry couldn't keep in his snickered, and whispered, "You are fucked mate."
Ron glanced at his brother and saw them already laughing at him. He followed his professor keeping his head down almost in shame.
"You can show us how to dance," she said.
Ron looked up confused as to what was happening, and saw you standing there. You are one of the most gorgeous people in Hogwarts, if not the prettiest.
Everyone knew who you are. Ron has always had this tiny crush on you, but shrugged it off, 'cause why would you— a fifth year who gets asked out on a weekly basis go for him— some sluggish young hormonal boy.
"Ronald, right?" Your sweet voice entered his ears. He never liked how someone said his name. Ron couldn't say anything so he just nodded.
"Shall we?" You asked.
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Hey guys! Do you also write cuz like that would be hella awesome, and if you write what do you write?
