"Sing along if you know any rhymes!" said George, who took the center of the floor and began to see the following lines.

Alas, alas I've lost my lass

To a lad with lots o'glass

O'glass of green and gold alas

Alas now he has my lass

"Let me have a go!" said Fred, stepping into the middle.

Alas cap'n Bension

Who had a wooden leg

Has lost his whole pension

So he took the keg

Alas he lost his leg

So his alcohol has lessen'd

But I still bring a keg

To diffuse the tension!

"I've got one!" said Neville.

Alas I loss m'lass

Then I scraped m'knee

Then I broke m'glass

Then spilt m'cup o'tea

Then I walk'n to a wall

Then stung by o'bee

Then had a nasty fall

Why is it always me!

Roars of laughter and cheers rang throughout the warm, cozy little room. Hermione wished Fred and George were her brothers so they could sing these silly rhymes in the lonely, cold halls of Hogwarts.

"Lady Hermione?" piped a timid voice. Hermione turned around and saw a short, stout girl with dark hair and deep grey eyes wearing a wine-colored dress with red heart buttons.

"Monica!" said Hermione, hugging her sweet maid. "I forgot you had the night off!"

"As do I!" said Wendell, a tall fellow with mousy-brown hair and wearing a small red checkered vest underneath his brown jacket.

"I'm so sorry!" said Hermione, after hugging the two. "I should have looked for you…"

"It's alright, miss!" said Monica. "Katie told us all about it!"

"Yeah," said Wendell. "But we ran into Dumbledore, who gave us a button that fell off of Count Fred's vest."

"And then to look for him," said Monica, chuckling softly. "That man is so funny sometimes."

"Yes, but don't doubt his potential," said Wendell, a bit serious. "The little gears in his head are always turning..."

"Oh, nevermind that!" said Monica, grabbing Wendell. "Dance with me!" And before Wendell could reply, Monica began to spin his around, her arms holding his waist because she couldn't reach his scrawny shoulders.

So, Fred and Katie began to dance, then George and Angelina, Dennis and Luna, Colin and Ginny, Susan and Anthony, and Alicia and Terry. The rest of the crowd stood against the wall, clapping to the rhythm as the couples twirl.

"If one more couples want to join in," said Angelina. "Then we have enough to do The Nagani!" It did look fun, and Hermione realized at that moment that her feet were tapping along to the beat. She felt a hand touched her shoulder and she turned to face the owner of the hand: it was Ron.

"What do you say?" he asked, giving her a lopsided grin. Without hesistation, Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him to the floor.

"Alright, everyone," said Angelina, taking charge of the dance. "One, two, three!" Soon, people with snaking through each other, linking arms as they did, smiling and laughing at they did. They did this in two groups of four, then facing each other in two lines as they shifted to their right, and finally the last thing was holding hands in a circle, gliding their feet along the floor. Unfortunately, when the circle was finished, Ron had gotten a bit carried away and forgot to stop, bumping into Dennis Creevey and causing a domion effect to take place.

"Bloody hell," he murmered. The best five minutes of his life ruined by his clumsiness, after enjoying it with Hermione and seeing her smile and impressing her with his footwork and touching her hand...her warm, soft hand...

Instead, Hermione was laughing so hard she was crying, and was trying to hold herself up by using Ginny, who was also laughing.

"You alright mate?" asked Harry, coming over to give Ron a hand.

"Yeah," said Ron, turning to Dennis. "You already, lad?"

"Alright?" said Dennis, with a big grin on his face. "That was the best thing ever!" Ron felt better, knowing that people weren't laughing at him with any malicious intentions. They were happy, and so was he.

"And that is how you dance, Weasley style!" said Fred. "Shall we give our lovely musicians a break?"

"Oh no, Master Fred!" said Hedwig. "I want to continue!"

"I don't want too," said Scabbers.

"I could use a Butterbeer," said Lee.

"I want one of those tarts before they're gone," said Trevor.

Just then, there was a loud banging on the door, which took the crowd by surprise.

"Who is it?" asked Eric, meekly.

"Count Draco Malfoy," said the voice. "And I suggest you open the door."