By the Punch Table (cliché, I know):
"Has anyone's night been anything like mine?" Ron asked, bewildered by the evening's events.
"Mine has been… interesting." Neville admitted.
"Sorry, mates" Harry said.
"Why? Did you do something to hurt Ginny?" Ron asked angrily, his ears turning red and his fists clenched.
"No," Harry quickly assured him, "It's just that this is all my fault. If I hadn't gotten you all involved with Voldemort then our relationships wouldn't have well, er, fallen apart and tonight would've gone more smoothly."
"This is nobody's fault except Voldemort's, and, well, our own." Neville told him.
Ron nodded vigorously. "It doesn't matter anyway, we're all here now and Hermione…loves me." He said the last two words softly, but the look on his face when he said them was something Harry and Neville would never forget.
"Well, come on men," Neville said, as if bracing them for war, "Let's get on back to the dance."
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Now
It's a dance
Get up
Come on brothers
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Author's Note:
I have one chapter left in me (Aw, you wanted more? Well, don't blame me, blame the Plain White T's). I already have a new story idea in the works, though and the first chapter should be up shortly after this is finished. Go to my profile and vote in my poll about my next story! Oh, and I won't write without reviews anymore! So if you want more (which you probably do, if you stuck around for five whole chapters), REVIEW!!!!!
Honourable Mentions:
CaNdY-FlOsS-07 My first (and ONLY hint, hint) real reviewer! Thank you so much!