PART I - HARRY'S PERSPECTIVE
Harry sat down; his mind still lingering on his recent argument with Ron. It had escalated rather quickly, at least from Harry's point of view. One of the people who he thought would always have his back had now deserted him. Reflecting on Ron's words hurt Harry. "You don't know how this feels. Your parents are dead. You have no family," Ron had said to him. Harry knew Ron would never bring that up under normal circumstances. He had been wearing the horcrux nearly all day and in doing so, the locket amplified his fears and anxieties. But Ron was wrong in his words. Harry did know how it felt; the brief moment right after Bellatrix Lestrange has slain Sirius. Harry was unsure what had happened at first. Sirius looked right at him. His eyes were sickly and his skin turned pale. Harry tried to hold onto hope that Sirius would live, but it fell away when his beloved godfather slipped through the mirror.
Harry gazed up over toward Hermione in an attempt to escape the pain his thoughts had brought on. She seemed so alone and lost. The last time he had seen her in a similar state was last year when Ron and Lavender snogged at the party after the Quidditch match against Slytherin. Harry could sense an emptiness and loneliness within Hermione. Harry took a breath as he imagined what she was feeling at this very second.
As he looked at her, Harry realized there was music playing on the radio. Somehow he had not realized it. To lost in his thought to notice it perhaps. An idea struck within Harry's mind. He got up out of his seat and walked over to Hermione. She looked up at him when he approached. Harry saw the grief in her eyes. He extended his hand towards Hermione. She looked at it for a moment, before taking it. Harry helped her stand up. Both looked into each other's eyes as Harry took the locket off of Hermione's neck. She did not look to be in the mood for doing anything, but remain sitting and staying lost in her thoughts. However, Harry knew they both needed to diffuse the tension, even if for a few moments. When he unlatched the necklace off of Hermione's neck, he threw it onto the cot beside them.
Harry brought Hermione out into the center of the room. He began swinging their arms trying to dance. As he watched Hermione, he was unsure if this was going to work, but after a moment or two, she came around and joined with Harry.
Their dance was nothing two fancy; just two long-time friends having a good time. The circled around the room and twirled with each other. Both Harry and Hermione smiled and laughed for what seemed like the first time in weeks. As they danced, the rest of the world did not exist. Nothing else mattered at this moment, not Voldemort, not the horcruxes, not even Ron. It was just them in their own little world they were creating. It was a moment Harry could only wish would go on forever. The world was such a complicated place. How he longed to go back only a few years when the wizarding world was a magical and wondrous place. The last few years had shown him a darker side that few ever saw. Harry tried to keep the thoughts of the world outside at bay.
The energetic dancing between Harry and Hermione began to simmer as the song's volume slowly faded down. They clung together tightly. Their heads rested on other's shoulders and danced in a small circle. The moment was ending. The bubble was about to burst. Soon static overtook the radio and song fizzled out. Harry and Hermione stopped dancing and stood in each other's embrace. The perfect moment was over. Harry felt as if he had just awoken from a dream. He and Hermione stepped back and looked at each other. Harry watched as Hermione's face retreated back to how it was before their dance. The light that had been with her these past few minutes was now squelched. She slowly walked away from him.