This story is once again for the Choose Your Wand Challenge by Coruscanti Clover for the prompt unicorn tail hair. I hope you enjoy it xx

Hermione Granger sat alone, bouncing her leg up and down. As much as she had tried to get into the festivities of Bill and Fleur's wedding she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled over her for the past couple of days. She clutched the small handbag that held as much of hers, Harry, and Ron's items that she could manage to pack without them noticing their things were missing. For the past few days she had brought it with her everywhere she went, just in case of an emergency. Just in case they had to make a quick but long term get away.

Her unfocused stare sharpened only when someone stepped into her field of vision. She straightened her posture, suddenly aware how much she had been slouching. Standing in front of her, dressed in a tux that didn't suit him at all, was the red headed boy she could have picked out of a crowd of a million people. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other when she looked up at him. For a moment, seeing him dressed so dapper, made her anxiety falter just for a moment.

"You look stressed." He said, a crease forming between his brows.

She could have laughed at the volume of his understatement. There was a war pending, and they were just two of a handful of a people who had the power to stop it. To stop the most powerful dark wizard that had ever lived from completely taking over the wizarding world. They had to find a way to track down something that was nearly impossible to find, and figure out how to destroy it if they even got it. And even if they managed to, Voldemort still had to be killed.

"Yeah," she said after a moment of hesitation. "You could say that."

Ron tucked his hands into his pockets. "You couldn't take a day off and let yourself relax? For once in your life?"

"You could?"

He shrugged his shoulders, but she already knew the answer. No, he hadn't been able to let himself have fun even for a day. He was just much better at pretending to do so then she was. Truthfully, no one could either. No matter how many happy smiles the party goers put on everyone knew what lay behind the mask. It was no secret what was waiting in the future. But none of them seemed to pay that any mind. Hermione envied them for being able to be so care free for a night.

"Come on." Ron put his hand on her arm and helped her to her feet. Hermione glanced at him, confused, and hung her bag off her shoulder. He pulled her arm forward gently in the direction of the dance floor. "You need to let loose a little."

She raised an eyebrow at him, not quite sure if she understood him correctly. "Are you asking me to dance?"

"Yeah," he said, "Don't look so surprised, I can dance you know."

The two walked through the crowd, smiling politely at a few familiar faces they passed. When they reached the dance floor his hands found her waist while hers rested on his shoulders. She was startled for a moment at how well the two seemed to fit together. Especially now that she was wearing hells and the height gap between them had somewhat closed. A small lurch in her stomach, a sudden moment of heightened emotion overcame her. This had been happening more and more, starting when he had dated Lavender (but that was a whole other range of emotions). She had spent the last five months trying to convince herself that these feelings were fleeting. That they wouldn't last. But so far she hadn't been lucky enough to have been proven wrong. Still, she refused to allow herself to admit that she had anything but platonic feelings towards the redhead.

She would sooner believe in Nargles.