Blue Eyed Girl

The Great Hall was decorated gorgeously for the occasion. Two of the enormous house tables had been moved against the walls, and were covered with an array of delicious food. The other two tables had been removed. Candles had been bewitched and hovered above the heads of the eager guests. The enchanted ceiling mirrored the partly cloudy sky with dazzling stars and a bright, full moon. Four ornately decorated tapestries of the founders of the school hung on each of the four walls. Banners of the colors for each house hung next to each of the tapestries. Soft music poured out of invisible speakers that were suspended above the dance floor.

Most of the students had already arrived. Excited shrieks could be heard from a few of the girls as they hugged their friends, and told them how great they looked. The boys were just calmly greeting one another. Most of the professors were present and greeting all of the students.

After a few minutes, Dumbledore welcomed everyone, and told them to enjoy themselves. After he had finished speaking, he waved his arm, and the music grew louder, and some of the students began dancing.

George and Roxanne met up with Katie and Roger and Fred and Angelina, and they had made their way around the Great Hall, talking to all of their friends.

"Ready to start dancing?" Roxanne asked George eagerly, elbowing him playfully, after Katie and Roger had left to dance and Fred and Angelina had gone to talk to Lee Jordan and Alicia Spinnet "I know that you've been dying to dance all day."

"Sure," George said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "let's go."

"Seriously?" Roxanne asked, surprised.

"Yup," he said as he grabbed Roxanne's hand, and led her to the dance floor. As soon as they reached the middle, George let go of Roxanne's hand, and started "busting a move." Roxanne stared at George in disbelief as he flailed his arms and moved his feet to the beat of the music. Every so often he would look over at Roxanne, and smile as if saying "You wanted me to dance, so I'm dancing." More people kept turning and looking at George as he whirled around the center of the dance floor. He didn't care what anyone thought of his crazy dance moves. Roxanne just stared at him, and laughed shaking her head. She didn't care that everyone was staring at them either. In a way, he was making a fool out of himself for her. She had said that she expected him to dance, and that's exactly what he was doing, not to mention the fact that he looked totally adorable when he smiled at her.

When the song George was dancing to finally ended, some of the people around him clapped. George waved, and bowed deeply to his audience while saying, "Thank you! Thank you very much!" He walked over to Roxanne who was still laughing and shaking her head and said, "Well, what did you think?"

"That was...uh...interesting," Roxanne said, amused.

"I'm glad you thought so, because that was all for you, Rox," he said lightly. He was just so excited to be with her that he didn't care what anyone else was doing.

Another song began playing, and George started to dance a little more normally (emphasis on a little). Roxanne joined in dancing too. They were both having a wonderful time. Roxanne couldn't stop smiling, and George couldn't take his eyes off of her. He stared mesmerized at the way one curling strand of hair kept falling in front of her face; the way her blue eyes were twinkling with joy; the way her red robes flowed around her as she moved. She was like the perfect girl, and she didn't even know it. Little did George know, however, how insecure Roxanne felt all the time. She had never been comfortable with her appearance, even after the drastic changes over the past few years. She tried her best to hide her insecurities though, and tonight it wasn't as difficult. She was satisfied with the way she looked tonight, and wasn't even thinking about what others thought of her. All she cared about was having fun with George.

Suddenly the music changed, and a slow song came on. Everyone in the groups around them began pairing off. She looked over to George. She saw what looked like nervousness in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a mischievous glint along with an impish smile.

"Miss Moore," George said playfully, holding out his hand, "may I have this dance?"

"Why, of course, Mr. Weasley," she replied, taking his hand and wrapping her other arm around his neck as he wrapped his other arm around her waist..

"So are you having fun?" Roxanne asked George after a while, looking up at him.

"Yeah, I am," George answered truthfully. Who wouldn't be having fun if they were in his place?

"Good," Roxanne answered, "I'm glad."

"Me too," George said smiling down at her, glad he had worked up the courage all those weeks ago to ask her to come to the ball with him.

Roxanne rested her head against George's shoulder and sighed. "What?" he laughed when he heard her.

"Nothing," she said as she lifted her head from his shoulder again to look at him. Just then, Roxanne became very dizzy.

"Rox? Are you all right?" George asked, seeing the look on her face.

"I-uh...yeah. I-I'm fine," Roxanne answered not exactly honestly as she held her head with her hand.

"You don't look fine," George observed, furrowing his brow in concern, "maybe we should go outside. Get some fresh air?"

"Yeah," Roxanne answered, "Sure," and George took her out to the courtyard, which, like the Great Hall, was elaborately decorated for the special occasion. George guided Roxanne over to a bench which faced the enormous fountain portraying the four founders together. Roxanne sat down and took some deep breaths, the dizziness passing, and her stomach rumbling loudly.

"Any better?" George asked still concerned as he sat facing her on the bench.

"Yeah," Roxanne answered, laughing slightly in spite of herself. "Sorry about this."

"Don't be," George said, glad she was okay. That was the last thing he needed; his date passing out on him. "It was really hot in there," he continued, making sense out of her sudden spell.

"Yeah," Roxanne answered vaguely, "Yeah, I just needed some air." She knew, however, that her dizziness had not been caused by the heat. She had been experiencing dizzy spells for a while, but she never had one when she was with anyone.

Finally feeling better after a few minutes, Roxanne stood up from the bench and walked toward the fountain, taking in the beauty of her surroundings. "Wow," Roxanne marveled, "it's so beautiful out here."

All of the trees and bushes surrounding the courtyard were decorated with twinkling white lights. More strands of lights were suspended above their heads, blending with the few stars that were still visible as it steadily became cloudier. Even the fountain, which Roxanne saw day after day, was decorated with the glimmering lights, and the bright full moon reflected in the fountain pool.

"Yeah," George agreed, joining her by the fountain, "they really did a number on this place." Roxanne laughed. She knew that George couldn't go for more than five minutes without adding humor into the conversation. However, it didn't bother her at all. She loved how he was constantly trying to lighten the mood.

Roxanne looked over to George who suddenly looked nervous again, and slightly uncomfortable. She decided it would be best not to point this out to him.

"You know," he said, "you uh...you look really beautiful tonight," he finished sincerely. He had been dying to tell her all night and just now found the courage. Roxanne looked away from him as her cheeks flushed. She didn't know how to respond.

"I really mean it," she heard him assure her; he thought that maybe she thought he was just trying to flatter her. She looked at him after he said that. She looked into his bright blue eyes and saw his sincerity as his nervousness faded. She knew he meant every word, and that it had been difficult for him to say what he said. George didn't know what made him do it, but he reached out and tucked the curled strand of hair that kept falling in her face behind her ear. Roxanne looked down at the pool again, suddenly very timid.

It was almost as if some other person had taken over George's body because then he reached out his hand again and gently lifted her chin, and before she could say anything he leaned down and kissed her softly. Roxanne's mind went completely blank. She knew it was ridiculously cliché, but it seemed that suddenly inaudible fireworks were going off all around them. She was in heaven, and George couldn't have said it better.