summary: accepting a dare to ask george weasley to be your new year’s kiss probably wasn’t the best idea. maybe it was the fact that you two barely knew each other, or the fact that he was absolutely smashed.
A/N: a little late lmao whoops
With music blaring and people screaming at other people for no apparent reason, you found it hard to hear what your friend’s dare was. “What?” you repeated, for what could have been the third time. She sighed and rolled her eyes, motioning for you to put your ear up to her mouth, allowing her to talk directly into it.
“I dare you to ask George to kiss you at midnight.” You laughed, shaking your head slowly. You crossed your arms before responding “No way.”
“I’ll give you ten galleons.” Your arms dropped, and a small smile grew on your face. She knew about your crush on George since the beginning. You had told her it was a stupid, little school-girl crush, but she wouldn’t take that for an answer. And after a while, you realized it wasn’t like that either.
"Hmm, I don’t know…“ you elongated the ‘know,’ looking off to the side. Your friend chuckled, knowing that you were down for the idea, no matter what you say. "Just take the money, you dork.”
You look around, seeing if you catch even a glimpse of George anywhere, but have no luck. You move through the crowds of overly-excited people, looking at all directions every second. Not seeing where you were going when glancing back, you found yourself colliding with another person.
Before you could say anything, you hear a slurred “Sorry, love,” come from a red-head, already continuing walking. “George!” you yell, pushing through swarms of people just to get near him. He looks back, a toothy smile on his face.
“Y/N! You’re a riot; you know that? I would stay and talk, but my friends are challenging me to my fourth chugging competition. Oi! Lee! You’re a right git!” he finished, pointing straight at Lee Jordan as he laughed.
You hear someone yell out “Two minutes to midnight!” and anxiety creeps into your stomach. You grab George’s arm right before he can leave, and turn him to face you.
“Your grip’s strong. I like it,” George said slowly, his body losing and gaining balance every few seconds. “George, I need you to kiss me at midnight.” George grinned, taking a sip of his drink. “What if I just kiss you right now?”
Before he could lean in entirely, you put your hands on the side of his face and pushed him back. “Now, that’d be great, but you’re drunk and probably have no idea what you’re doing right now.”
“I know that I’m talking to the most beautiful girl in the world right now.” You scoffed, not taking anything he said earnestly. The fact was that he was drunk, and you told yourself not to think otherwise. Even if he meant it, he wouldn’t remember it in the morning, and Merlin forbid you remind him.
“Just kiss me at midnight, okay?” you state clearly. “Thirty seconds, to midnight!” someone yells, leading you to raise your eyebrows at George. “Fine.”
As the countdown starts, you look to see that your friend sees the ginger man you have in your arms. She gives you a thumbs up, allowing you to turn around before George could start waving frantically at her.
“Don’t make this sloppy.”
“I really hope you don’t remember this.”
“Too late,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. It was, just like you had asked him not to, as sloppy as you could’ve imagined. But what do you expect? He’d probably drank all of the liquor supply Harry had and was falling over while standing. Even after that, somehow, it was better than you could’ve imagined.
Everyone says a New Year’s kiss should be with someone special, someone you would want to spend your whole year with. And if that wasn’t George Weasley, you didn’t know who it was.
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