I know lots of people have already done this one, but I loved the idea!

Ron had pulled Hermione right into the middle of the now very loud throng of people on the dance floor, holding her hand tightly. Ron saw that, from a distance, Harry was in clear eyeshot of them both, so he pulled her gently to one side behind a couple so no one they knew could see. As everyone prepared to dance, Ron glanced around.

'ok, now what?'

'Ronald!' Hermione exclaimed. 'I cant believe you!'

'Sorry!' he said urgently 'I've forgotten how to dance, that's all!'

'Just do what you did at the Yule Ball.' Hermione put a hand on her hip. Ron found it funny when she did this, because she was always very serious, yet he found it attractive and it always made him want to smirk at her.

Ron winced himself back into the real world. 'oh yeah...that thing.'

'what now...' Hermione read his face, expecting something awful.

'I didn't do anything at the Yule Ball! Padma led the dance!' he admitted, almost shrinking into his rather lacey, frilly shell of dress robes. To be perfectly honest, they had more frills on than her dress. It was a plain, yet very pretty dress, which showed quite a bit of skin, which he wasnt disappointed about.

'ok, so you ask me to dance, and then you ask me how...yes, smooth, Ronald.' She looked up at him. He looked sad, and said 'Sorry. I'm hopeless.'

Her eyes were kind, and she gave in to his helplessness. 'here; put your hand on my waist.' She took one of them and placed it gently on her right hip, then put her hand on his shoulder. 'And take my hand.' He did so nervously as the band began to strike up.

'just follow my feet. It's a slow dance anyway. You'll be fine.' She grinned up at him and he gave her a glance, before looking down at her feet. All they were doing was revolving, back, forwards, back, forwards...

'so,' Ron began as Hermione smiled at him ' do you think Harry'll be ok? What if he breaks down or, or...'

'I know for a fact that he is strong, and he will not give up.' Hermione reassured him, catching his eye, and making it impossible for him to look away. He nodded and gritted his teeth as he watched his feet. 'I'm so glad it's a slow one,' he grinned. She laughed and said 'what will you do at your own wedding?'

'ask you to assist me again!' he smiled at her as she shook her head.

'you're a lot better than Viktor, you know.' She said quietly.

'what?'

'he kept trying to make it more complicated to impress people, but ended up bumping into them instead.' She said.

'seriously?' Ron raised and eyebrow. 'I've only just started!'

'surely you danced a bit! What about all the practice we had? Dancing with McGonagall?' she gave him a look worthy of peeves.

'shut up!' he laughed 'that was different!'

'how was it?' she said incredulously.

'because I actually want to dance with you...' he looked down at their feet again, but she could tell he was red now. She felt an odd sense of fondness for him then. His freckles...his hair...his long limbs and big feet, which hadn't damaged hers once at all so far...

'thanks.' She whispered as the song came to a close. Ron looked up and grinned. 'shall we stick on for the next one?'

'Why not,' she took his hand again and he whispered back

'your welcome.'

! Cheese, right? Not that bad, but cheese all the same. Let me know what you think, anyway!