Tarantallegra

Fred and George had impish looks on their faces for a large part of the day. Hermione was beginning to get worried.

"What are you planning?" Hermione asks. Whatever it was, something would go wrong. She wanted to stop whatever it was before something blew up.

"Us? Do something bad? How dare you accuse us of such a thing?" Hermione just scowled at their theatrics.

The Weasley twins share a glance and move closer to her.

"As you may know, Harry has been staring at a certain someone quite a lot lately. We have decided to bring that person here."

Hermione is confused, but knows that she'll find out soon enough.

Later that day, the group chats under the sunset, waiting for something.

Hermione is almost begging Harry to dance with her. A small crowd, consisting of Fred, and George are close by, amused by the never-ending argument.

"Harry! You keep using the Yule Ball as your excuse. That is not acceptable this time!" She glares at him.

Harry runs a hand through his hair, thinking of a better excuse. The Yule Ball Incident, as it was not called, was simply not enough to please his friend. He has a better excuse, but Hermione would not be ready for it. At least, that's what he thought.

"Well. You see-," Harry starts, not thinking before he speaks. Hermione shakes her head, rolling her eyes at him.

She opens her mouth to speak, but is interrupted by Fred holding a hand up. He smirks and turns towards Harry. Harry's eyes widen at that mischievous look. He backs up, trying to get away from Fred. He runs into George who wraps an around his shoulders, effectively keeping him still.

"What are you doing?" A calm, cool voice enters the space. Hermione, Fred, and George turn towards the voice, seeing who they were waiting for. Harry's face burns. He is unable to turn, but recognises that voice. The one that he has known for years.

"Well?" The voice inquires. Draco Malfoy stands before them, regarding them, vaguely confused. A small smile appears on Hermione's face as she looks at Fred and George. Everything falls into place. Hermione understands the twins' unclear message from earlier.

Fred steps forward, meeting Draco's eyes.

"Wait, stop!" Harry shouts, before a Silencio is cast onto him.

"Ignore him." Fred replies to Harry's statement.

"We have brought you here for an experiment." Draco is alarmed. That was never a pleasant sentence to hear, especially around the twins.

A chuckle escapes George's lips.

"That sounded weird." George states, grinning. Draco nods, silently.

"Anyway, Harry is not very subtle when he likes someone. So, we thought we could help him tell you." Harry furiously shakes his head. Draco is still for moment, then the message sinks in.

"What! Potter likes me?!" Draco exclaims.

Fred nods. Draco tilts his head to the side, pondering the declaration.

In the end, he shrugs.

"I knew that." Draco states.

George uttered Finite and Harry could speak. Harry finally managed to escape George's grasp and hesitantly rotates in the direction of Draco. Harry's eyes are firmly focused on the ground. George, Fred, and Hermione cautiously back away, leaving them alone.

"They made that up." Harry says, after a few moments of silence.

Draco raises an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

Harry nods, nervously. His face is red and he flinches when Draco moves closer.

Harry opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off by soft music playing. He examines the yard to see Hermione, Fred, and George giving him a thumbs up by a record player.

Blushing, Harry turns back towards Draco to see him holding out a hand.

Draco is almost smiling.

"Dear Potter. Would you be so kind as to dance with me?"

Harry nods, and delicately places his hand into Draco's.