Dancin' In The Moonlight
A/N: Anyone who's tried to pull off something when they know that if they get caught, the people involved will be very mad at them, can relate to Cheese's weird behavior...
Cheese had decided to play it safe and not bother Ron or Hermione for a few days. But finally, on a Saturday...
Hermione had just returned from completing a Muggle Studies project, and flopped into her favorite chair by the fire, wearing jeans and a Beatles shirt. Moments later, she was joined by Ron, also in Muggle clothes, who was chewing on a piece of candy.
"So, how'd it go?" He asked, offering her a piece, which she refused.
"Do you know how many songs these people have sang?" She asked, pointing to her shirt. "About a trillion. And I had to memorize the lyrics to five. So if I start humming gibberish, like 'Goo-goo-gachoo,' you know why."
"Horrible." Ron popped another piece of candy into his mouth. "I did my report this morning on Muggle candy. Ever had a Now-N-Later, 'Mione?"
"You're forgetting, my parents are Muggle dentists."
"Oh, right."
They sat in silence for a while, until...
"I knew I'd find you two here!" Cheese scrambled in the portrait hole, his robe getting caught up between his feet. "I need a-" Before he could finish his sentence, he fell flat on his face.
Ron promptly burst out laughing. Hermione ran over to help him up.
"Cheese are you all-"
"I need help!" Cheese blurted out.
"I'm not surprised, that was a nasty fall-"
"No!" Cheese interrupted again. "Well, um, I hate to disturb you guys on a Saturday, when I know it's your day off and you don't like to be disturbed, and you have homework, and it's late, and you probably don't have a lot of time to-"
"Cheese, do you need a favor?" Hermione sighed, asking for him.
"Yeah, well, a friend of mine invited me to her birthday, Dumbledore's letting her have a party in one of the unused classrooms, and she said there would be dancing. I was wondering if you knew how to dance, and if you could teach me?" He asked in a rush, looking at his torn robe hem.
Hermione laughed. "Cheese, you're so adorably insecure. Of course we'll teach you how to dance."
"We will?" Ron muttered.
"You better." Hermione muttered back, still smiling at Cheese.
"Great! Look, I'll get some music, and you two could teach me down by the lake-"
"Wait, it's like, 9:00. Why do we need to be by the lake? It'll be freezing." Ron looked suspiciously at Cheese.
"I kinda don't want my friends to know I can't dance, they'd make fun of me." Cheese pouted at Hermione.
She sighed. "Fine, just this once. But if we get caught, I'll have your head." She tried to look at him threateningly.
Cheese looked unimpressed. "It's kind of hard to look tough in a Beatles shirt, Hermy."
"Just hurry up and get your cloak before I change my mind."
"When did you discover this place?" Hermione asked. Cheese had led them to a group of rocks just inside the Forbidden Forest, on the far side of the lake.
"I got bored during flying lessons. Started drifting." Cheese climbed nimbly onto the biggest rock. "Come on, it's practically flat up here."
Ron climbed up first, then bent and extended a hand to Hermione.
"Wow, this view is beautiful." Hermione breathed. "The way the moonlight bounces off the lake into the trees...it's like a free light show."
"Yeah, yeah, let's get started." Cheese sat down on the edge of the rock. Fiddling with the small radio he had brought, he said "Show me how you usually dance."
"Hey, aren't you gonna try it?" Hermione asked.
"Well, once I know what I'm doing, maybe. Go on." He prodded.
After half an hour of fast dancing ("Just pretend your underwater, and your arms and legs are kind of floating around." was Ron's first piece of advice. "Don't listen to Ron." was Hermione's.) Cheese announced, "Okay, what about slow dancing?"
"Watch the other people." Ron muttered. Hermione glared at him.
"Okay, Cheese, what you would do is put your hands on the girls waist, around here." She grabbed Ron's hands and placed them on her waist. "Then the girl will put her arms around your neck, like so." Again, she demonstrated. "And-find a better song, this one's old."
"C'mon, Hermy, 'Stand By Me' is a classic slow dance song!" Cheese insisted. "Go on."
Sighing, Hermione said "Then you kind of go around slowly in a circle. If the girl likes you, she might step in closer, or put her head on your shoulder. Then, you would kind of put your arms like you were hugging her, but keep them there. Ow!" She glared at Ron. "Try to never ever step on the girl's feet."
They resumed dancing again, and Cheese was quiet for a while.
"Oh, gee, look at that." Cheese said suddenly, staring out at the lake. "Those fish are...drowning. I better go save them." He jumped hastily down from the rock.
"What kind of stupid fish can't swim?" Ron asked, looking at Cheese.
"They're...imported fish, I think. Um, yeah, they're Swedish fish." With that, Cheese scampered off the rock toward the lake's edge."
They watched him go. "Hermione, how'd you get related to someone so weird?" Ron asked, as they resumed dancing.
"He's not weird, he's...okay, so he's weird. But all little kids are weird." She laughed. "You were definitely weird. Honestly, you thought Harry had entered himself in the Tri-Wizard tournament." Hermione shook her head. "You can be so jealous sometimes Ron."
"Hey, I'm only jealous about the people I care deeply about." Ron snapped, then bit his tongue.
Hermione looked at him. "And who, besides Harry, do you care deeply about?" She tried to smile, like it was a joke.
"I think you already know the answer to that." Ron's voice had lowered without him even thinking about it. All thoughts of Cheese had disappeared from his head.
"I know who I care deeply about." Hermione whispered back. "And I think I have a pretty good idea about who you care about. Care to prove me right?"
Without another word, Ron leaned in towards her...
From the edge of the lake, Cheese watched silently.
Success! He thought, before running quietly towards the castle.
A/N: Yes, that wasn't as nice or long as it could have been, but oh well. There's another part to this story, though, and that one sums things up nicely. I'll post it when it's done. And yes, Cheese's fish story was pretty hockey, but it just proves how in love Ron and Hermione were that they believed him.
A/N: Anyone who's tried to pull off something when they know that if they get caught, the people involved will be very mad at them, can relate to Cheese's weird behavior...
Cheese had decided to play it safe and not bother Ron or Hermione for a few days. But finally, on a Saturday...
Hermione had just returned from completing a Muggle Studies project, and flopped into her favorite chair by the fire, wearing jeans and a Beatles shirt. Moments later, she was joined by Ron, also in Muggle clothes, who was chewing on a piece of candy.
"So, how'd it go?" He asked, offering her a piece, which she refused.
"Do you know how many songs these people have sang?" She asked, pointing to her shirt. "About a trillion. And I had to memorize the lyrics to five. So if I start humming gibberish, like 'Goo-goo-gachoo,' you know why."
"Horrible." Ron popped another piece of candy into his mouth. "I did my report this morning on Muggle candy. Ever had a Now-N-Later, 'Mione?"
"You're forgetting, my parents are Muggle dentists."
"Oh, right."
They sat in silence for a while, until...
"I knew I'd find you two here!" Cheese scrambled in the portrait hole, his robe getting caught up between his feet. "I need a-" Before he could finish his sentence, he fell flat on his face.
Ron promptly burst out laughing. Hermione ran over to help him up.
"Cheese are you all-"
"I need help!" Cheese blurted out.
"I'm not surprised, that was a nasty fall-"
"No!" Cheese interrupted again. "Well, um, I hate to disturb you guys on a Saturday, when I know it's your day off and you don't like to be disturbed, and you have homework, and it's late, and you probably don't have a lot of time to-"
"Cheese, do you need a favor?" Hermione sighed, asking for him.
"Yeah, well, a friend of mine invited me to her birthday, Dumbledore's letting her have a party in one of the unused classrooms, and she said there would be dancing. I was wondering if you knew how to dance, and if you could teach me?" He asked in a rush, looking at his torn robe hem.
Hermione laughed. "Cheese, you're so adorably insecure. Of course we'll teach you how to dance."
"We will?" Ron muttered.
"You better." Hermione muttered back, still smiling at Cheese.
"Great! Look, I'll get some music, and you two could teach me down by the lake-"
"Wait, it's like, 9:00. Why do we need to be by the lake? It'll be freezing." Ron looked suspiciously at Cheese.
"I kinda don't want my friends to know I can't dance, they'd make fun of me." Cheese pouted at Hermione.
She sighed. "Fine, just this once. But if we get caught, I'll have your head." She tried to look at him threateningly.
Cheese looked unimpressed. "It's kind of hard to look tough in a Beatles shirt, Hermy."
"Just hurry up and get your cloak before I change my mind."
"When did you discover this place?" Hermione asked. Cheese had led them to a group of rocks just inside the Forbidden Forest, on the far side of the lake.
"I got bored during flying lessons. Started drifting." Cheese climbed nimbly onto the biggest rock. "Come on, it's practically flat up here."
Ron climbed up first, then bent and extended a hand to Hermione.
"Wow, this view is beautiful." Hermione breathed. "The way the moonlight bounces off the lake into the trees...it's like a free light show."
"Yeah, yeah, let's get started." Cheese sat down on the edge of the rock. Fiddling with the small radio he had brought, he said "Show me how you usually dance."
"Hey, aren't you gonna try it?" Hermione asked.
"Well, once I know what I'm doing, maybe. Go on." He prodded.
After half an hour of fast dancing ("Just pretend your underwater, and your arms and legs are kind of floating around." was Ron's first piece of advice. "Don't listen to Ron." was Hermione's.) Cheese announced, "Okay, what about slow dancing?"
"Watch the other people." Ron muttered. Hermione glared at him.
"Okay, Cheese, what you would do is put your hands on the girls waist, around here." She grabbed Ron's hands and placed them on her waist. "Then the girl will put her arms around your neck, like so." Again, she demonstrated. "And-find a better song, this one's old."
"C'mon, Hermy, 'Stand By Me' is a classic slow dance song!" Cheese insisted. "Go on."
Sighing, Hermione said "Then you kind of go around slowly in a circle. If the girl likes you, she might step in closer, or put her head on your shoulder. Then, you would kind of put your arms like you were hugging her, but keep them there. Ow!" She glared at Ron. "Try to never ever step on the girl's feet."
They resumed dancing again, and Cheese was quiet for a while.
"Oh, gee, look at that." Cheese said suddenly, staring out at the lake. "Those fish are...drowning. I better go save them." He jumped hastily down from the rock.
"What kind of stupid fish can't swim?" Ron asked, looking at Cheese.
"They're...imported fish, I think. Um, yeah, they're Swedish fish." With that, Cheese scampered off the rock toward the lake's edge."
They watched him go. "Hermione, how'd you get related to someone so weird?" Ron asked, as they resumed dancing.
"He's not weird, he's...okay, so he's weird. But all little kids are weird." She laughed. "You were definitely weird. Honestly, you thought Harry had entered himself in the Tri-Wizard tournament." Hermione shook her head. "You can be so jealous sometimes Ron."
"Hey, I'm only jealous about the people I care deeply about." Ron snapped, then bit his tongue.
Hermione looked at him. "And who, besides Harry, do you care deeply about?" She tried to smile, like it was a joke.
"I think you already know the answer to that." Ron's voice had lowered without him even thinking about it. All thoughts of Cheese had disappeared from his head.
"I know who I care deeply about." Hermione whispered back. "And I think I have a pretty good idea about who you care about. Care to prove me right?"
Without another word, Ron leaned in towards her...
From the edge of the lake, Cheese watched silently.
Success! He thought, before running quietly towards the castle.
A/N: Yes, that wasn't as nice or long as it could have been, but oh well. There's another part to this story, though, and that one sums things up nicely. I'll post it when it's done. And yes, Cheese's fish story was pretty hockey, but it just proves how in love Ron and Hermione were that they believed him.
