(A/N- *sniff* I don't own the characters... *sniff*... but the story is mine!!!  Mwahahaha!!!  Well er,  in any case, thanks so much to you guys who are actually reading this far... it makes me happy to see somebody likes this story!!

P.S.- if the characters seem out of wack, as I mentioned a while ago, it's because this is MINE!!  Again, that's the reason why I don't own Harry...)

Ron walked cautiously out onto the stage.  A few people in the audience looked as if they wanted to laugh, but held it in.  Ron tried to look very serious, in his new royal blue dress robes, but the people sitting close to him could see that he was shaking slightly on his wobbly legs.  He looked around, flashed a quick smile at someone in the audience, and gulped before he opened his mouth-

"Hey Weasley!  Not gonna faint again, are you?" a jeering voice called out in the crowd.  A few people laughed, but Ron held his head up high- although, a few people noticed, his ears had turned slightly pink.

"As a matter of fact, I was getting ready for my new act,"  he said, and then snapped his fingers.  A jazzy music began, and, had anybody been looking backstage, they would've seen a quick spark come towards Ron, followed by the sound of two identical redheads giving each other a high five.  But no one noticed, because they were all too busy staring, openmouthed, at Ron, who had started a tapdance.  Yes, that's right.  Tapdancing.  They couldn't believe it either.  The click, clackety clack of his shoes, keeping in perfect time with the music was enough to make anyone look twice.  That is, until the music started getting faster.  And, even though his feet kept moving with the music, now doing an amazing array of acrobatic feats that Ron certainly couldn't have managed normally, the look on Ron's face showed that he was holding his breath, and the panicked look in his eyes showed that he definetely wasn't expecting the music to be speeding up.

But it didn't stop there.  What would have normally been a slow jazz tune by one Mr. Armstrong (no, not the muggle who was convinced he was the first on the moon.  Crazy muggles.  Another Armstrong), well now it wasn't remotely slow.  The normally long notes of the trumpet were so sped up now that it sounded like a jazzy square dance tune (A/N- I can't think of a really fast music!!  Aarrg!)... and then, a jazzy series of notes that, didn't even sound like a tune anymore, just a continuous set of noises- but Ron's feet kept on going.  He looked as if he was ready to faint, despite the awestruck and wildly appreciative audience, and his upper body started wobbling again (his feet, of course, could've been disjoined to the rest, by the rate they were going at)- but then, thankfully, the song ended.  Ron, head obviously spinning, bowed, and then collapsed onto the floor, as the bids began quite enthusiastically.

"30 sickles!" yelled one girl.

"60!" shouted another.

"2 galleons!" screamed an ecstatic middle-aged woman.

"5 galleons!  I want him!  5 galleons!"  shrieked one last girl, hopping up and down.

"5 galleons going once... twice... sold!"  Harry's voice echoed around the room, and the lights then revealed a red-faced Padma Patil.  Apparently, she had enjoyed the show.  

"Magically altered dance shoes!  Look like a pro in front of all your friends!  The newest product by Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!  A bargain- only 2 galleons a pair!" came the sound of identical voices.  A few people looked at Ron, who was slowly walking backstage, and smirked.  Padma didn't look as appreciative as she had a few seconds ago, and sat back down sullenly.  Hermione Granger, a few tables away, looked at her and scowled, as Viktor Krum was enthusiastically talking about something else, making large hand movements, knocking over a glass in the process.

"Well, that's that!  And now, lets bring out.... Fleur Delacour!"  Harry's voice rang out, as a girl slipped out onto the stage...

(A/N- ack.  didn't really like that one.  might scrap it.  I dunno... I'm forcing myself to write- I haven't in a while, and I guess this is what I get!!  Please Read and Review, otherwise I'll sick my house elf on you!  Ahh!!!!  No, seriously, Hermione, I was only joking... joking!!!!   Help me!!!!  Review!!!  P.S.--- NEXT ONE'S BETTER- I STARTED IT ALREADY, I LIKE IT BETTER!

P.S.- Thanks to Pen pencil whatever, Hollie, and Haven for their reviews!!  I love you!!!)