A/N:

In an attempt to apologize for my previous Harry and Hermione fic (not, I'm still glad I wrote it ^_-) here's a new Ron and Hermione series that my Muse gave me! ::applauds to the Muse:: I finally found mine! And c'mon, don't you just love the title? And, I know, I just ended one series and started another. I'm in shock myself!

SETTING: Summer before their fifth year. Nothing in GoF (book 4) happened. And they are all at the Burrow, spending their summer there.

Usual disclaimers apply.

Dancing Devils- Part 1

By Iris Marie

"I can't dance, I won't dance, and I will never dance!" Ron Weasley complained to his mother who was hushing him. "Mum… c'mon! Please? Can we stop?"

"Oh, ickle Ronniekins," Fred said, sniggering as Mrs. Weasley continued to try to get Ron to relax to the sway of the music. "Are you having problems?"

"Hush, both of you!" Mrs. Weasley snapped. Turning back to Ron, she smiled. "Now, Fred and George went through this," Fred and George gave identical pained expressions at the remembrance, "and I'm sure you'll survive."

Harry tried to suppress his laughter, instead taking a load of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth. Hermione seemed to be having the same difficulty of not laughing out loud and was pretending very hard to be giggling at the book she had opened. Unfortunately for her, the book that she had happened to grab and open was the book describing gruesome deaths from different outlawed curses.

"Mum, my feet are too big for this!" Ron complained, trying to get a suitable excuse to stop dancing.

George grinned. "Hey, Ron, don't complain about the feet. You should be glad."
"Why?" Ron asked innocently.

Fred nudged George to tell him to shut up since even Mrs. Weasley was curious as to what George was going to say. "Because that's the only thing that will make your wife stay with you."

(*Extra AN: If you don't get it, then you're lucky. For those who do, hehehe… But, if you want a hint, this should do it since I won't explain for the sake of the younger readers. What do they say about men with big feet? I won't explain further.)

"GEORGE WEASLEY!!!" Mrs. Weasley screamed, given a futile sweep towards Ginny, covering her ears a bit too late.

Ginny looked at George in confusion, Ron and Harry joining in. Hermione, by then, was laughing hard, the book filled with gruesome deaths opened wide in her face. "I don't get it," Ron said, staring at his feet. "Why would my wife stay only for these?"

"GEORGE WEASLEY!!?!!" Mrs. Weasley continued to scream, her face going awfully red. George sunk into his chair. "Go – bathroom – soap – wash –dirty – very dirty!" George quickly ran out of the room. Composing herself, she looked back towards Ron who was still confused.

"What-?"

"Now, watch my feet," Mrs. Weasley said. "Sway to the music… you're getting there. Now, 1, 2, 3… there you go, Ron… move, turn… YEOW!!"

Thirty minutes later, Mrs. Weasley had her bruised feet in hot water, muttering to herself in the kitchen. Ron was on a couch in the living room, scratching his head in confusion. "Dancing is weird," he said to Harry, watching as Hermione was still giggling behind the book. He leaned forward to stare at the title and shook his head. "Nice to see that you find gruesome deaths amusing, Hermi."

Hermione peeked out from her book, looked at the cover of the front page (which had a half rotted skeleton hanging from a noose) and screamed, flinging it across the room and into Ron's face. Ron groaned, rubbing his now hurting nose and then sending a glare towards Hermione who was by then red. "Hehe… book… flew…"

"You two could be giving me pity here instead of laughing," Ron said, his arms crossed. "I just don't get dancing. What's the point?"

Harry shook his head, shrugging. "Who knows. Hey, anyone want to play some Quidditch outside?"

"Can't, my feet hurt," Ron said.

"You're feet hurt!?!" They heard Mrs. Weasley scream from the kitchen. They then heard her mumble other things under her breath, Ron hearing his name mumbled a few times.

"If only there was some spell or something to get around this whole thing," he muttered, his head shaking in his hands. "There has to be some spell to make me a dancer so my mum will leave me alone."

Hermione paused, trying to think. "There is that dancing charm," she muttered, "but it just makes you dance like a madman. And you're mum has already suffered enough."

"Ha ha," Ron muttered, bringing his foot to his hand to massage it. "What about me? My feet weren't built for this kind of thing!"

"Psst!" they heard from the staircase. They turned around and saw a finger gesturing for them to come. Ron, rolling his eyes, stood up. Walking towards the staircase with Harry and Hermione behind him, he saw the same finger gesture for them to go into Fred and George's bedroom.

"What do you think they want?" Hermione asked as they walked up the stairs. "And why are they being so…?"

"Secretive?" Harry finished her question.

Ron shrugged, pushing open Fred and George's door. Fred was hovering over something that looked a lot like a box large enough to carry a Saint Bernard and George was on his bed, still brushing his teeth. "Ugh, the soap taste is still in my mouth," he complained, brushing harder. When Fred motioned for him to come to the box, he spit out the foam and gurgled. When he was done, he closed the door and motioned the trio over.

"All right Ron, we heard your prayer and we're here to answer it!" Fred said, patting the box. "Mum pulled the same 'dancing lesson' stunt on us, too. The only reason why we survived is because of these babies." He again patted the box, stroking it as if it were a dog.

Hermione grabbed onto Ron's arm, swearing that she heard something growl in there. Ron looked at his brothers in confusion. "Unless it's magical slippers that can grant me the gift of grace, I don't think it'll be much of a help," Ron muttered, about to walk out of the room. George ran to the doorway, shaking his head.

"It's better then magical slippers," George said. "We know. We tried them and mum pulled them right off. Believe me, these are much better."

"You keep saying these," Harry said uncertainly, also hearing the growling that Hermione had heard. "What are these."

"Let us out, let us out!" Numerous high-pitched voices resounded from the box, a few hammering here and there being heard.

"Shut up!" Fred yelled, kicking the box. The box quieted only for the silence to be broken by even more vicious growling. Hermione's grip on Ron's arm tightened. "What was that again, Harry?" Fred asked.

Harry smiled uneasily at the growls. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know anymore. He gulped. "Well… what is in the box."

Fred, about to open it, was stopped by George. "Are you crazy!?! Wait!" He ran to the doorway and stuffed a dirty shirt on the bottom. He rushed to the windows, making sure everything was closed.

"Now, first rule," George said, walking back and forth in front of them, "is for you to never, ever touch them!"

Fred nodded. "Want to keep your hand, keep it to yourself!"

"Second rule," George continued, "everything they say is a lie. They say they're male, they're female. If they say turn right, turn left. If they…"

"I think they got it, George," Fred said. "Now, third rule is no matter what they do, never ever be alone with one of them."

"Dangerous."

"Very, very dangerous."

Ron looked at his brother uncertainly. "Why?"
George opened his mouth to explain, but Fred shook his head. "Just take our word for it."

"If it is so dangerous," Hermione began, "why even bother with this?"
George looked at her incredulously. "Ron, dancing? Ha, now if there's anything dangerous, it's that!"

Ron was about to retort, but Fred broke in. "Now, Ron, come forward."

"Why?" He asked, not trusting the growls he could hear within the box.

Fred was holding out a necklace, with an amulet dangling from the middle. "Never EVER take this off!" Fred cautioned, putting the necklace around Ron's neck. "This is what keeps them from attack you."

Ron touched the amulet carefully, wondering if he was imagining the growls that seemed to be growing louder… and more vicious. "All right, now walk towards the box, tap it three times while say 'Prodigium Obedio' and then tap the amulet once. Got it?"

Ron nodded, his hand shaking slightly. He walked to the box and tapped it three times and said, "Prodigium Obedio!" The growls in the box reached a new volume and a new viciousness that he paused in momentary fright. Fred and George motioned towards his amulet. He then touched the tip of his wand to the necklace. A bright flash of light ensued and when it disappeared, Ron stared at the open box.

"What are these, again?" Hermione asked George, watching as nothing came flying out. Ron walked closer to the box, his amulet and wand held tightly in his hand.

George grinned wickedly. "Dancing devils."

Ron now peered into the open box, the inside dark. He took out his wand and said, "Lumos." Almost instantly little, chubby things flew out of the box and stared at him. Ron felt an, "aww," about to be said, but he forced it back. Floating in front of him were 3 little chubby girls, who had faerie wings and a gown to cover their round body. They were no taller then six inches, their waists probably the same size as their height. Their cheeks were rosy and their eyes were large baby blues. Everything about them screamed the word, 'innocent.'

"Aww! How cute!" Hermione squealed, staring at them.

"Looks can be deceiving," Fred muttered, watching as the three dancing devils flew around Ron. When they were done, and after they looked at the amulet, they stood in together.

The first on in the blue gown said, "Emerald."

The second one in the green gown said, "Sunshine."

The third one in the yellow gown said, "Crystal."

Ron looked at them, finding an irresistible urge to offer them his hand to shake. When he was about to do so, Fred lounged towards him and brushed his hand back down. The three dancing devils seemed disappointed, their eyes looking at the hand. "Don't ever offer them anything!" Fred whispered sharply in his ear.

But then, Ginny came into the room, her eyes going wide at the three dancing devils who had now flown in front of her. "AWW! How C-UTE!" she said, her hand going to touch the blue one's gown.

Fred and George's faces paled drastically. "GINNY! NO!"

But it was too late. Evil looks crossed the three dancing devils faces and Ginny gasped as she took a step back, stricken now in fright. The innocent look that had once been on them was wiped away, sinister smiles now on their lips. An eerie light shown from their eyes, their heads tilted down, but their eyes looking up. Ginny trembled.

"Shall we do it, sisters?" Crystal asked in a low, evil voice that sounded very much like the evil demon she was supposed to be. Heinous looks crossed Emerald and Sunshine's faces as they shook their heads vigorously. "Plecto!" The three screamed.

To be continued…

Evil, evil things! HAHA! Another one for me! Will eventually contain Ron and Hermione romance, don't worry. What's going to happen to Ginny? Going to wait to find out! Oh, and if you didn't catch on, the names being said are all mixed up because everything they say is a lie! Don't get confused, okay? Whatever those little monsters say, you have to think of it as the opposite. This though, I'm afraid, does lean more to the humor side. ::sigh:: Is it even humorous? Can you see it becoming humorous?

Please R/R! Pretty please? Do you WANT me to tell these evil creatures to attack you? ^_-