Hermione sat down on the bench. Molly Weasley was teaching Ron how to dance. He just wasn't
getting it with his mom. Hermione stood up. "Let me help," Hermione said. She stood up. Her arms
wound around his neck.

Shall we dance.
On a bright cloud of music shall we fly.

"Ok now. Spred your feet. Not on mine. Now, hold my hand, no not that one. Ok, now spin a
little bit, ok?" He began to dance with her, and his eyes never left hers. Her hair fell in her
eyes, and she tried to flip it away, but it wouldn't stay. Ron let her go, and pushed the hair away.
She smiled. She couldn't believe that that small gesture made her shiver so.

Shall we dance
Shall we then say goodnight and mean goodbye.

20 years later

Ron was still a bad dancer, but he was doing quite a bit better. "One two three, one two
three..." Hermione kept whispering into his ear. She was waddling more than dancing, because her
feet were so bruised up. Over the years, he had banged her feet up quite a bit. Hermione looked up.
"It's getting late. See? The stars are out."

Or per chance,
When the last little star has left the sky.

She pulled from his arms, but he pulled her back. "And you think you'e going where?" he
asked, but before she could answer, he smothered her mouth with a gentle kiss.

Shall we still be together
with our arms around eachother
And will you be my knew romance

When Hermione let go, the other 8 Weasley's were staring at her. She pulled the hair from
her face, and pulled it back in a unicorn tail holder. Everyone was walking back into the house,
but the 15 year old Hermione stopped Ron.

On the clear understanding
that this kind of thing can happen

"You're a pretty good dancer, but there's something else on my mind." Ron gave her his
(adoribal) confused look. "What is it?'' he asked. Her trembeling arms went back around his neck,
and her lips met his.

Shall we dance,

While they kissed, they werent standing still, for Hermione was a good 2 and a half feet
shorter than Ron. They were more like spinning in a circle the whole time.

Harry, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie walked out, and burst out laughing. The two didnt
seem to notice at all. Well, Hermione didnt notice. Ron stiffened up. Hermione pulled away, and
looked behind her. Ron turned bright red, while Hernione was loosing colour rapidly.

Shall we dance,

Hermione and Ron, (Who were now 17,) were sitting in the Shreiking shack, and their lips
were almost blue. Ron pulled away, and reached into his pocket. "Hermione?" he asked, getting to
one knee. She looked at him, her eyes growing by the second. "Will you..." But he didnt get a
chance to finish, for Hermione lifted him to his feet, threw her arms around him, and they were
spinning again. Their lips never seperated, and while they spun, their mind was brought back to
that first dance lesson.

Shall we da........