"I still don't know how you convinced us to try this, Hermione," Ron grumbled.
Hermione threw him a chiding look. "It's actually proven to be very helpful in many cases, Ron," she said. Her hand had an iron grip on his right wrist as she dragged him through the snow-covered streets of Hogsmeade, Harry following at more sedate pace behind them.
"You know I trust you, Hermione," the brunet piped up, "But I have to agree with Ron on this one. The thought of it is a bit – odd."
"Ha!" Ron exclaimed in triumph. "You see Hermione? Even Harry agrees with me!"
A furious look from the formidable witch quelled both of their arguments. "I really don't care what you two think of about this. We're going!"
As soon as Hermione turned away, Ron rolled his eyes at Harry. He had stayed away from the Burrow for the winter vacations – being home without Fred would have been more than he knew he could bear – but being pulled by his insistent girlfriend to what he was sure was the most hare-brained idea anyone had had in a long time made him think that perhaps he would have been better off at the Burrow.
Harry just shook his head in defeat. No matter how much he agreed with Ron, he knew better than to try and cross Hermione – he really didn't want to be on the receiving end of some of the obscure spells she had been researching since the end of the war.
"Here we are," Hermione announced suddenly, stopping in front of old store-front. The outside was worn down and beaten, which looked more like the shops in Diagon Alley did, unlike the ones in Hogsmeade, which had escaped the worst of Voldemort's wrath. It definitely didn't look like much, but they all knew exactly who had purchased the property – which, more than likely, meant there was a lot to it that they just weren't seeing.
That much, at least, was easily proved as soon as Hermione opened the door and walked in, Harry and Ron following her. The inside was large, almost as though someone had cast an Undetectable Extension Charm on it. Skilful use of magic on the wall-length windows made it seem as though they in the middle of a bustling city – London perhaps –on a bright summer's day. And standing in the middle of the polished hardwood floor was the blonde who had arranged for it all.
"Oh good, you're here," she said, her smile as bright and luminescent as her cheerful yellow dress. "I was starting to worry that you'd be late – every else is here already."
Harry would be the first to admit that when Hermione first suggested the idea to him and Ron, he thought she was going insane. But standing in Luna's little dance studio, the Ravenclaw teaching them all – all the living members of Dumbledore's Army – how to bend and twist and turn, and laughter flying in the air, it didn't seem like such a bad thought after all.
Even if he completely embarrassed himself with of his utter latter lack of rhythm.
A/N: The idea of Luna teaching dance therapy post-war just wouldn't leave me alone - and here we are!
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