Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling. I'm also not part of the Proclaimers. Thank you to both of those parties for giving me the inspiration!
It had finally stopped raining around midday. Hermione had been in a tense mood that morning as she gave the locket to Harry. Ron was fiddling with the wireless as Hermione prepared their meager lunch of stolen bread and mushrooms. Harry was sitting at the tent's opening on watch. After finding only static, Ron settled on a station playing music.
"And I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more…" a man sang.
Hermione turned around, smiling. She remembered the song from when she was younger. "Hey, I know this song!" she exclaimed. As the song continued, she felt her mood lifting.
"It's catchy, innit?" Ron replied, standing up, nodding his head to the beat. He slowly approached Hermione who was using her wand to set the table. It was her belief that keeping a sense of normalcy was beneficial to them while on their hunt, and this included setting the table for their meals, however inedible they were.
When Hermione turned around, Ron was in front of her, stepping from side to side, a wide grin on his face. "Are you dancing?" she asked, laughing. She felt happier seeing Ron smiling. Ever since they stole the locket from Umbridge, they had been a bit more on edge around each other. At times, she felt like Ron was slipping away. Seeing him dancing in front of her made her heart leap.
"Yeah, obviously!" Ron replied, chuckling as he began to sway.
Hermione laid her wand on the table and began to step from side to side, an awkward blush spreading across her face.
"You call that dancing?" he asked as his eyebrows rose incredulously.
"What! I'll have you know that I'm quite good at dancing!" she said.
"Yeah, I know! I think my toes still hurt from Bill and Fleur's wedding!" Ron joked.
Hermione gasped and swatted at his arm in mock indignation. She turned around and began walking away. "Well, Ron, if you can't appreciate my dancing, then I just won't dance."
With her back to Ron, Hermione let her eyes go wide. "Are you flirting, Hermione Jean Granger?" she thought to herself, mischievously. Ron noticed her walking away, and grabbed her elbow. She suddenly found herself face to face with Ron, his one hand on her lower back and his other in hers.
"It's worth the toe pain," Ron said quietly.
"And when I come home, yes I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you…" the men sang.
Hermione's breath hitched.
But before she knew it, Ron had her spinning, their hands still clasped. He had spun her out and then back in, until they crashed into each other. Hermione let out a laugh. For all she knew, they were in fancy dress robes at a ball, not in the middle of the woods on the run.
"I love dancing with you, Hermione," Ron said earnestly as they swayed in place. The song had come to an end, and the radio station went to commercial. Hermione suddenly became aware that they were still holding onto each other. She looked up at Ron and smiled. "I'd dance with you everyday, if I could," she said in a whisper. She could feel him pulling her closer…
"Shit!" someone whispered. "Sorry!"
They turned around to find Harry blowing on his finger. "Burnt my finger on the tea," he said, sheepishly. Ron had turned beet red, an undeniable smile still on his face. Hermione separated her hands from his slowly, hoping that Ron could somehow sense what she felt.
Approaching the table, she felt warmth spread through her where Ron's hands were just holding her. "S'all right," she said, "Shall we have lunch?"
