"Why are you leading?"
"Well, somebody has to take that step," Ginny snapped.
"I can actually dance," Neville defended himself.
"Oh, really? So that unicorn blood I prepared earlier was for nothing?"
"The sarcasm isn't really necessary."
"You started it!"
"Look, I didn't want to say anything, but..." he looked awkwardly around the great hall, letting his attention linger on the other couples dancing around them; anywhere but her face. "But you keep almost stepping on my feet."
"No I dont!" Her face was quickly turning a dark shade of red.
"Just... Just let me lead," he tried to pacify her, but it just made her scowl harder. "You're probably just not used to leading, is all."
"Yeah. Yeah, that's probably it."
"We can take a break if you want. I'll get you something to drink," he said, already leading her away from the dance floor.
"No, that's okay. You want to dance, so... lead away." She held out her arms towards him in an exaggerated gesture.
"U-uhm..." he stuttered slightly, face flushing a soft pink.
"C'mon, Longbottom. Show me what you got."