Harry was tidying up his kitchen, Teddy had gone home with Andy, and Ginny had a Quidditch practice. Harry was waiting Ron would be here soon and then Neville was coming over to tell them about his proposal. Harry was sure Hannah had said yes, but couldn't help feeling a little nervous for his friend. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was Neville. Harry's thoughts were interrupted when Ron and Neville both came bounding through the door of Harry's flat. "She said yes!" Neville shouted as he grabbed Harry and twirled him around the kitchen. Harry laughed, "That's fantastic mate congratulations!" Ron came over and sat on one of the kitchen stools, "So Nev how did you do it?" Neville settled himself on another stool and looked at his friends, "Well, We went out to dinner and then took a moonlit stroll through the botanical gardens. When we got to her favorite spot, I pulled out the plant. I kept stumbling on my words, so the proposal was really disjointed, and then I got down on one knee and the flower opened so Hannah could see the ring sitting in the center of it. When that happened it was like all the nerves went away and I felt really calm when I asked her and then SHE SAID YES!" Harry smiled at the joy his friend was feeling. Ron clapped Neville on the back grinning at his friend's joy.
Neville turned to Harry with mischief in his eyes, "So Harry, you are the last holdout. Your proposal is coming up in just over a month are you ready yet?" Ron laughed, and Neville shot him a questioning glance. "Sorry Nev, it's just that Harry had to ask my father and all my brothers for permission to marry Ginny. That took a while and much as they like Harry I'm not sure the Weasley men were all as nice as they could have been." Neville turned to Harry, "What did they do?" Harry laughed, "They all definitely had the Weasley flare. Bill pulled the intimidation act, Charlie left me in an enclosure with the Hungarian Horntail from the tournament fourth year. She wasn't exactly happy to see me. Then Percy, he wasn't too bad, all he did was give me a long lecture about marriage and commitment and warned me that Weasleys don't do divorce so Ginny would have to murder me if we couldn't make our marriage work. Then George booby-trapped his entire shop on the day we met. Once I had made it through the maze he set up between the two of us he took us to Fred's grave where I had to swear to both of them I would take good care of Ginny. Then Ron who wasn't bad at all, he and Mr. Weasley were the two easiest by far. Now I just need to learn to dance." Ron laughed, "You say that like it's going to be the easiest part." Neville nodded, "You really can't dance mate this could make the Weasley men look tame."
Harry shook his head at his friends, "thanks for the vote of confidence guys." Ron laughed, "What do you think we're doing here? All three of us have the afternoon off so we're going to start teaching you today." Neville nodded his agreement and the two boys magically cleared the living room area and turned to look at Harry expectantly. Harry tossed the dishtowel down and joined his friends.
Four hours later the three boys lay on the floor exhausted. Ron lifted his head to stare at Harry, "Mate, how on earth is anyone that bad of a dancer?" Neville rolled over onto his back, "I don't get it Harry, you are a pretty coordinated guy how are you that uncoordinated on the dance floor. You make me look graceful." Harry snorted, "It can't have been that bad." Ron kicked Harry, "Mate you broke three of my toes, and Neville's nose. I'm still not sure how you managed the nose. That's not including the number of times you tripped over your own feet and fell down. We are going to need reinforcements." Ron shakily got to his feet, the broken toes had been healed, but they still twinged a bit. He wandered upstairs to Hermione's flat and knocked. She answered the door and greeted Ron with a smile that quickly turned to a look of suspicion. "What are you up to Ronald?" Ron smiled, "Teaching Harry how to dance. We need reinforcements." Hermione chuckled at the look of desperation on Ron's face and closed her door following him back down the stairs. She snorted when she saw Harry and Neville on the floor. "Up you get boys, let's see what we're working with here." Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and signaled to Ron to turn on the music. All too soon Harry found himself stumbling over his own feet, he was concentrating so hard on remembering the steps he was tripping himself and stepping on Hermione's feet. Harry felt the panic rising in his throat. He tried to calm himself down and focus on the dancing, but nothing seemed to work. Harry mentally berated himself, he could face danger without blinking an eye, but dancing was going to turn him into a blubbering mess.
Finally, Hermione stepped back wincing as she rubbed her sore toes. "Harry you really can't dance." Harry grimaced, "Thanks for the vote of confidence Hermione." She turned and faced the three boys, "Okay Harry, let's make this simple." She waved her wand and glowing footsteps appeared on the floor of Harry's flat. "Harry follow the footsteps, the green steps will turn red when you need to step on them." Hermione cut the music and concentrated on counting one two three four as her friend moved through the steps of the most basic dance she could think of and wondered what was really bothering her usually coordinated friend. Making a mental note to ask him tomorrow morning Hermione called a halt to the dance lesson when Harry fell again. Since Ginny was due home from practice soon Neville, Ron, and Hermione all left wondering if a month was really enough time for Harry to learn to dance.