A/N: I'm so, so, so, so sorry that I haven't posted until now! I've been
worn out with work and everything, and I can't post at 11 o'clock at night
anymore or I'll wake the puppy and he'll start crying! I'm so sorry! But
anyway.on with the story!
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There had been no rumours about any band playing this year, so everyone in the Great Hall that night was insanely curious as to what was to be done for music.
Well, everyone apart from one particular couple. All through that night's meal, Ron had been marvelling at Hermione. The way she managed to look so ladylike while chewing a bite of chicken, how she still managed to smile enchantingly at him with her mouth full, how she was just amazing in every way possible.
"Ron, what are you staring at? Do I have food on my face? Or something in my teeth?" Hermione began to look anxious.
Ron shook his head. He reached out across the table, and lovingly took her hand in his.
"Hermione-"
He was cut off by Professor Dumbledore, tapping his glass, asking for silence.
"Now, as I am sure you have noticed, there is no band present to delight us with their musical abilities. As a few of you may know, the Weird Sisters are currently touring Uganda, and were unable to attend this year. However, due to the efforts of our very own Professor Flitwick, there will indeed be music this evening."
After a warm applause, Professor Flitwick raised his wand, muttered something inaudible and music instantly began playing. Hermione and Harry both instantly recognised it as Dean Martin.
"So Dumbledore appreciates other things made by Muggles, aside from sweets." Hermione smiled to herself.
Ron suddenly became nervous. "Eh, 'Mione?"
Hermione looked up.
"I er, I can't really er, dance."
"Oh Ron don't be silly! Come on! It's not that hard!"
Ron could feel his face burning as Hermione led him onto the dancefloor, where many people had already gathered.
"Don't worry. It's okay. Just put your arms around me. That's it. Now just move to the music. It's really easy."
Ron looked into Hermione's eyese smiled at him.
Suddenly Ron felt calm. He held hermione close to him and began to move. Not just move; dance, as if he had always known how.
"See, I told you it was easy!"
Ron smiled down at her. "Yeah. You're always right aren't you? Haha!" He bent down and kissed her softly on the forehead.
"Now?" Ron asked himself, "No, no I should wait, yeah, wait until we're alone, yeah that's the thing to do."
Instead of launching into his prepared speech, Ron just held Hermione closer. As he felt her head touch his shoulder, a couple dancing in front of them caught his eye. It was Harry and Ginny.
"She's my little sister": She's not that little anymore: "Yes she is! She's only a child!" She's fourteen years of age! She can make her own choices: "But Harry's older than she is. What if-what if he want's her to something, something she doesn't want her to do-" :Oh don't be so ridiculous! Do you honestly think Harry would ask her to do anything like that? He's your best friend! And the fact that he's a little older than she is means that he'll look out for her! You should be happy for them. You want both of them to be happy, so why shouldn't they make each other happy? You have to stop being so protective of her: "Yeah I know. She does look beautiful doesn't she?": Yeah, she does, especially when she smiles like that:
Ron hadn't seen his sister smile like that in a long time. It was the smile that she wore whenever she was completely carefree, when nothing was weighing down her innocent mind. Ron nodded in agreement with himself. If he had to hand his baby sister over to anyone, who better than his best friend.
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There had been no rumours about any band playing this year, so everyone in the Great Hall that night was insanely curious as to what was to be done for music.
Well, everyone apart from one particular couple. All through that night's meal, Ron had been marvelling at Hermione. The way she managed to look so ladylike while chewing a bite of chicken, how she still managed to smile enchantingly at him with her mouth full, how she was just amazing in every way possible.
"Ron, what are you staring at? Do I have food on my face? Or something in my teeth?" Hermione began to look anxious.
Ron shook his head. He reached out across the table, and lovingly took her hand in his.
"Hermione-"
He was cut off by Professor Dumbledore, tapping his glass, asking for silence.
"Now, as I am sure you have noticed, there is no band present to delight us with their musical abilities. As a few of you may know, the Weird Sisters are currently touring Uganda, and were unable to attend this year. However, due to the efforts of our very own Professor Flitwick, there will indeed be music this evening."
After a warm applause, Professor Flitwick raised his wand, muttered something inaudible and music instantly began playing. Hermione and Harry both instantly recognised it as Dean Martin.
"So Dumbledore appreciates other things made by Muggles, aside from sweets." Hermione smiled to herself.
Ron suddenly became nervous. "Eh, 'Mione?"
Hermione looked up.
"I er, I can't really er, dance."
"Oh Ron don't be silly! Come on! It's not that hard!"
Ron could feel his face burning as Hermione led him onto the dancefloor, where many people had already gathered.
"Don't worry. It's okay. Just put your arms around me. That's it. Now just move to the music. It's really easy."
Ron looked into Hermione's eyese smiled at him.
Suddenly Ron felt calm. He held hermione close to him and began to move. Not just move; dance, as if he had always known how.
"See, I told you it was easy!"
Ron smiled down at her. "Yeah. You're always right aren't you? Haha!" He bent down and kissed her softly on the forehead.
"Now?" Ron asked himself, "No, no I should wait, yeah, wait until we're alone, yeah that's the thing to do."
Instead of launching into his prepared speech, Ron just held Hermione closer. As he felt her head touch his shoulder, a couple dancing in front of them caught his eye. It was Harry and Ginny.
"She's my little sister": She's not that little anymore: "Yes she is! She's only a child!" She's fourteen years of age! She can make her own choices: "But Harry's older than she is. What if-what if he want's her to something, something she doesn't want her to do-" :Oh don't be so ridiculous! Do you honestly think Harry would ask her to do anything like that? He's your best friend! And the fact that he's a little older than she is means that he'll look out for her! You should be happy for them. You want both of them to be happy, so why shouldn't they make each other happy? You have to stop being so protective of her: "Yeah I know. She does look beautiful doesn't she?": Yeah, she does, especially when she smiles like that:
Ron hadn't seen his sister smile like that in a long time. It was the smile that she wore whenever she was completely carefree, when nothing was weighing down her innocent mind. Ron nodded in agreement with himself. If he had to hand his baby sister over to anyone, who better than his best friend.