Me again- just wanted to say 'hi' end explain that this chapter was a complete pain in the ass to write! (excuse my French) This dance is a complete disaster and success at the same time. Poor George gets his little Weasley heart broken, and Fred has the time of his life! Go Lizzie/Fred!

Toodles!

Lizzie studied her reflection in the mirror, straightening her long, black dress so that it sat correctly on her shoulders. Then she took a deep breath and stepped out of the dormitory. Mathalda was waiting there.

"Fred's in a right state! Angelina turned him down and he's got no one to dance with! He's mad 'cause George got you!" She seemed absolutely thrilled about this, and kept smoothing the creases of her red skirt.

"Ready?" She asked, her eyes aglow with excitement and anticipation. Lizzie sighed.

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess." She followed Mathalda from the Common Room.

The Great Hall had been transformed into an elegant dance floor, with floating candles and colorful banners. Hundreds of small glass tables set for two had replaced the long wooden house tables, and the singing sorceress, Celestina Warbeck, occupied a large stage on the right side of the hall.

Lizzie met George by the entrance and took his arm. George, she was amused to find, was being shadowed by a very annoyed and darkly brooding Fred, who tagged along and followed them to a table, conjuring up a chair for himself. George rolled his eyes.

"Privacy, Fred."

Fred grumbled but retreated to a different table, which was occupied by a very sad looking Katie Bell. Lizzie saw George's eyes flick to Katie before he looked back at her.

"So, why'd you ask me to this dance? I thought you fancied Fred?"

Lizzie decided not to answer and instead asked, "So why did you say yes to me? I thought you fancied Katie?"

"Touché." George grimaced and sighed, looking more downtrodden than Lizzie had ever seen him. She smiled sympathetically.

"I know what happened George. Don't blame Katie. It's easy to get the two of you mixed up."

"No when you're snogging, it's not!" He snapped, firing up at once. Lizzie rolled her eyes. George was definitely more sensitive than his twin.

"Look, what you've got to realize is that no matter how alike you two look, you are two very different people. And Katie likes you for who you are, not Fred."

"Oh, go dance with my twin, you great sod."

Lizzie raised her eyebrows. "Alright then." She waltzed off, tapped Fred on the shoulder, and was immediately swept away into an exuberant dance that sent other couples running for cover.

George sighed. He looked over at Katie, now sitting alone, and took a deep, claming breath. Maybe what Lizzie had said was true. He stood up and walked over, sitting down in the chair opposite of her. She bit her lip. There was silence for a moment, then,

"George?" He looked at her. "I'm really, really sorry. I like you, not Fred." She thought it would sound a bit melodramatic to say 'love'. George nodded. Then he smiled shyly at her. In his head he was thinking of a thousand ways to thank Lizzie. He jumped from his chair.

"I'll be back! I'm gonna get us some drinks, shall I?" Life was looking brighter as Katie grinned and nodded.

Fred, meanwhile, was talking to Lizzie while twirling her around over and over, making her short hair stand on end.

"So, yea, it's always been our life ambition."

"Really?" She said as he caught her up in his arms and spun her away from him again. "I suppose any joke shop you two open will be an immediate success. Remind me to drop in on you in ten years to get some galleons."

He grinned wolfishly. " But of course!"

The music changed, and Fred started a complicated kind of jig that Lizzie could only watch, wide-eyed. His feet moved so fast they were practically a blur.

"Great Scott, what are you doing?!" She tried to keep up, but ended up collapsing into a nearby chair. Fred chuckled.

"Tricky, isn't it? Here, I'll show you-" He dragged her back onto the dance floor, and taught her a few of the routine. She tried and failed dismally. Sweating, she sat back down.

"No more!" She croaked. "This jig'll be the death of me!" But her eyes were bright, and Fred could tell she had enjoyed it.

"Let's get drinks." He suggested, and she followed him through the milling crowd of students to a table lined with refreshments. George was there, beaming as he clutched two butterbeers to his chest. Fred winked at him.

"How's Katie?"

"Fine." He looked positively Lockhart-like as he flashed his teeth and headed back for his table. Fred sniggered.

"Head over heels for her, he is!"

Lizzie took a swig from the butterbeer he offered her and found it greatly to her liking.

"Are you head over heels for anyone, Fred?" She asked, smiling crookedly. Fred shook his head.

"Nope. Never have danced with a girl I liked. I asked Angelina, of course, but I-" He laughed as Lizzie punched him in the gut.

"OW! I'm kidding, sheesh!" He led the way back to the dance floor.

George returned to his table to find it empty. Looking around he spotted, with a pang that Katie was now happily dancing with a boy he knew by sight but not by name. He trudged over.

"Hey, Katie, I got drinks." She looked over.

"Oh, thanks George!" She took a gulp of the butterbeer and continued dancing. George frowned.

"Um, Katie, weren't you dancing with me?"

"In a moment George! Let me finish this dance, ok?"

George shook his head. "Nah, you go ahead."

"What? No, George, I'll dance with you!"

"No! It's obvious you'd prefer to dance with him." George started walking away. Katie untangled herself from the other boy's arms and followed him.

"George! Come back! I can explain-"

"I don't need any more of your explanations, Katie. Why don't you just tell me you don't like me rather than rubbing it in more?"

"No, George, he's my c-"

"Go away, please." George left the Hall, swearing under his breath. Twirling across the room, Fred and Lizzie didn't even notice him leave.

Awww! Isn't that so sad?! Poor George! Go Fred and Lizzie- there'll be more of them later! Please review!