WARNING: Before you go any further, this has spoilers for HPDH1. They are minor, but they are spoilers all the same. So if you ain't seen it, TURN BACK NOW!

If you're still with me, then salutations! Do we all love HP7 so far? Does Daniel spend more time with his clothes off than he does with them on? Is Rupert suddenly kind of attractive? Was there some SERIOUS Harry/Hermione action going on in that film? These are the questions...

Anyway, I was so smitten with the dance scene that I HAD to write a FF about it. Albeit a short one.

Disclaimer: That talented fella, Nick Cave owns the song 'O Children' and Her Amazingness, J. K. Rowling owns the beautiful world of Harry Potter

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Pass me that lovely little gun, my dear, my darting one... Harry knows the song. It's one off of Muggle radio.

Hermione is curled like a broken object on the stairs, and the look in her eyes tells him she's heard it too. She loves it but today she doesn't hear the words. The locket hangs around her neck like a second heart – cold, glimmering, hateful.

He holds his hand out and after a few beats she takes it. He removes her golden heart and throws it on the bed, to warm it.

She looks miserable.

Harry pulls her to the middle of the tent and the sheer ineptness of what ensues is tangible in the air. Like Hermione's tears, Harry can taste it on his tongue. As they twirl and Harry makes a fool out of himself, he gets Hermione to laugh, a small, beautiful, musical giggle. He pushes them together, so their bodies just touch, and it's overwhelming how nice it is, how normal. She rests her head in the crook of his neck as the tent spins around them. Her hair smells like the forest and salt from an ocean. A heartbroken ocean – she smells like its undertow. Harry puts his head on Hermione's shoulder and she sighs and Harry tries to fathom at what point in the song this did not become awkward and he comes up blank.

But strangely, right now, alone in the woods, where outside the sky is burnt black and Snatchers wait behind every tree, it doesn't seem to matter.

Maybe they've fallen in love. Maybe they'll be together forever.

Maybe Ron will come back and Hermione will think about this every time he hums her favourite song. Maybe Harry will marry Ginny and he'll think of Hermione when they have their first round of the floor at their wedding reception.

But for now, that's all too complicated. Right now, the Boy Who Lived and the insufferable know-it-all have only one reason.

There was a song on.

So they danced.


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