First of all:

Thank you to my reviewers whose names are:

luveroffanfic: Actually that is how you spell infinity. Good job! And I was kidding about hurting you because of the poster.

ronandhermionebook7: I don't mind that you didn't review to the last one. Like I said in the last chapter I really didn't give you much time to read and review. Most of my other reviewers didn't review to the last chapter either.

Lilliesofthevalley: I love Ron too but I think that he can be a real idiot so I am emphasizing that.

To all the other reviewers who have not reviewed for this chapter, again I didn't give anyone much time to review so I don't blame you at all for not reviewing.

Now that my little author's note is done its time for the disclaimer

Disclaimer: As everyone may know, my name is not J.K. Rowling and therefore do not have the genius mind to own the Harry Potter characters, items, etc. etc. Only thing I own is my plot, which if I do say so myself, is very good.

And now on with Chapter 4...

One Magical Moment

Hermione looked around her for an escape. Now that her big sister was married and Hermione had straighter hair, Gabrielle would not leave Hermione alone. Hermione had lost her for the time being but still needed to get away fast. Hermione spotted Ginny, Harry, and Ron talking over by one of the tables. She quickly ran over there. She knew Gabrielle wouldn't follow. She hated Ginny for some reason.

"Hey guys," Hermione started to say, but stopped when she saw that they were laughing hysterically. "What's so funny?" she said instead.

"Hey Hermione," Ginny choked between laughs. "We were just making fun of my dad's dancing... um... abilities." Sure enough Mr. Weasley was doing the craziest assortment of dance moves that Hermione had ever seen. (A/N: I couldn't think of any moves on my own, so my readers just think of the stupidest dance moves you have ever seen. Now put them altogether, and think of a red haired guy in a tux doing them.)

"If he's not careful," Hermione whispered to her friends, now beginning to laugh herself. "He's going to try and do the splits and split his pants."

The concept of Mr. Weasley trying to do the splits reduced them all into fits of laughter again. Soon they were all trying to hold back the tears of mirth that were threatening to pour from their eyes.

Just then something stopped Mr. Weasley's dancing. The D.J. had put on a slow song and Fleur was getting to her feet with a microphone in her hand.

"Attention everyone," Fleur said into the microphone. "Anyone who waz in ze wedding party, muzt dance at this time. Then she set down the microphone and began to dance with Bill. So everyone started to sway back and forth, but the four friends stayed put. They all hated dancing.

Unfortunately for them, this didn't go unnoticed. Mrs. Weasley danced her way over to them. "Why are you four still standing here?" she hissed at them. "Get dancing."

"But Mum," Ginny and Ron both whined at once, "We all hat-"

"Shut up both of you!" Mrs. Weasley snapped. "I don't care if you hate to dance. You are not going to mess up your brother's wedding. You are all part of the wedding party, so get dancing NOW!"

"All right, all right," Ginny and Ron both huffed back. But still none of them moved."

"I'm going to dance over to Bill and Fleur to congratulate them," Mrs. Weasley breathed at them. "And if you are not on the dance floor by the time I come back, then I swear I will..."

She left them alone now, but even with that threat hanging over them, none of them suggested they dance with each other. Indeed Ginny and Harry were still very awkward from their summer breakup and Ron and Hermione were still awkward from their argument last year. They weren't about to dance with each other after last year.

But apparently Mrs. Weasley didn't know about this. She waltzed her way over with Mr. Weasley and when she saw them still standing there she decided to take matters into her own hands.

She grabbed Harry and Ginny by their ears and pulled them onto the dance floor, where Hermione lost sight of them amidst the crowd of dancing people. But she didn't have time to dwell on that. In a blink of an eye, Mrs. Weasley was back. She pulled Ron and Hermione onto the floor by their ears as well. She grabbed Ron's hands and placed them none too gently on Hermione's waist. Then she grabbed both of Hermione's hands and half placed, half threw them around Ron's neck. Then she stalked off.

Ron glared after her. He muttered something under his breath then looked down at Hermione. His scowl quickly became an awkward smile.

Hermione smiled back, but an uncomfortable silence filled the air between them. Hermione cast quickly around for something to say. "So..." she began still searching.

Ron seemed to be having the same dilemma. "So..." he also said, wondering what he could possibly say to her.

And then off the top of her head, Hermione said, "So your forgetfulness, shouldn't be blamed on your memory, huh Ron?"

And remembering a few days ago events, Ron replied, "I guess so." And the two friends began to laugh.

"You know," Ron commented casually, "Harry and Ginny are just over there."

"Yeah so," Hermione said looking at him curiously.

"We could talk to them while we're dancing and actually make this bearable," Ron said, half-hoping Hermione would say no. He liked it when it was just the two of them.

Ron needn't have worried. Hermione took one look at her two other friends and said automatically, "No."

"Why not?" Ron asked, his spirits lifting because his time with Hermione wouldn't be invaded upon.

"They need to talk alone Ron," Hermione explained. "Your sister makes Harry the happiest I've ever seen him, and if we're about to go fight Voldemort, this may be the last happy moment he has in awhile."

"It damn well shouldn't be," Ron said heatedly.

"Ronald don't swear," Hermione reprimanded automatically. "And I know it shouldn't be that way but it is. So just give your friend and your sister this last moment."

When Ron didn't respond Hermione said cautiously, "Speaking of fighting Voldemort, have you told your parents about all this yet."

"Ummmm..." Ron began somewhat awkwardly.

"I'll take that as a no," Hermione said. She knew she shouldn't be smiling at this fact because he needed to tell his parents, but she couldn't help it. He looked so cute when he couldn't string a sentence together.

"Well can you blame me?" Ron immediately said. "I mean come on. Do you really want to be the one to tell my mum that even if Hogwarts opens up again, I won't be going back? That instead I'm going to try and destroy pieces of You-Know-Who's soul and then go and face him and help you and Harry try and kill him? Are you nuts?"

Hermione pondered this for a moment, and then burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" asked Ron incredulously. He was looking at Hermione as though fearing for her sanity.

"I'm sorry," she giggled in reply. "But do you honestly think I was too happy about asking my Mum and Dad? Do you think I didn't ask everyone of these questions to myself? Of course I did. In fact I was probably more afraid then you."

"Why?" Ron asked. He had met Hermione's parents. They didn't seem like people who would kill their child.

"Imagine your mum when she's mad," Hermione responded. "Now triple that amount of yelling and anger."

"Whoa," Ron said. "I'm surprised the house hasn't caved in yet."

"Yeah," Hermione half agreed half smiled. "Now you can understand why I'm afraid of my parents."

"I can imagine so," Ron smiled back. He loved these fun private conversations with Hermione. He thought it started to make up for last year when she had thought he was a complete jerk. On second thought, the time when he was a complete jerk. This of course was the time when he was dating Lavender.

Except dating was a strong word. He only snogged her. Looking back he didn't think he had actually ever had a conversation with her. The thought still made his stomach churn.

"Ron, Ron, are you listening to me at all?" Hermione's voice floated into his thoughts, his memory.

"What?" Ron said cluelessly.

"Apparently not," Hermione grinned. "I was trying to tell you what my parents actually said."

Just then the slow song ended. "Oh, finally. She had to pick the longest song in the entire world for this dance, didn't she?"

And they went back to Harry and Ginny, who Hermione was happy to see, were holding hands.

"Hey guys," Ginny grinned at them. "Harry and I made up."

"Wha-" Ron began to ask stupidly, but Harry cut him off quickly.

"Long story mate. I'll tell you later."

Ginny just looked at Hermione. She knew that Hermione had known that she and Harry had broken up at Dumbledore's funeral, but didn't say anything. Now or then. She didn't have to.

And someone else stared at Hermione. This someone knew that he would remember that dance he had just had with her forever and ever in his mind. He would never forget how beautiful she looked, looking up at him with those gorgeous brown eyes, smiling at him the only way she could. Ron couldn't help it. He was in love with his friend and there was nothing he could do about it.

A/N: I'm sorry for the sappiness of it and also the length but most of the chapters won't be this long and I'm sorry for any inconvience this might cause among my reviewers. Please, if you have time, review.