Chapter 8
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Well, here's chapter 8! I hope if you're still reading this (I have over 25 alerts), then you are some of the few people that make me very, very happy. And the song in this, I actually know the words in German, and I know a certain someone out there does too. For everyone else's benefit, though, I will put them in, in English.
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Hermione's pov
"Do you want to dance?"
"Huh?" I said, slipping out of my gaze at Ron.
"That means yes!" George replied gleefully, and grabbed my hands and pulled me off of my chair. Ron looked at me and we smiled, and I knew I turned a magnificent shade of magenta.
Oh, great. It was a song that I knew; Dumbledore had chosen a mixture of wizarding and muggle songs. I strained my ears to listen to the song over the chat near us.
Well, he just had to pick this one to dance to, didn't he?
Not that I didn't like the song, of course. It was one of my favourites. And it was pretty quick too. I had said that I didn't want to dance to fast songs. But I reluctantly let myself be dragged onto the floor.
You think you lost your love,
When I saw her yesterday.
It's you she's thinking of
And she told me what to say.
George twirled me in and out of his arms. I have to say, he was actually pretty good at this. I was very out of breath.
She says she loves you
And you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you
And you know you should be glad.
At this point I was starting to think that the song was obvious even enough for Ron to realise it.
'She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah'
George spun me on the spot, and I thought he had dropped me, but then he caught me, and we were dangerously close. Again. (A/N: you know, that tango thingy when the guy holds the girl what's that called?)
"See, this is the part where I'd kiss you," George said, grinning.
'And with a love like that
you know you should be glad'
"You wish," I said, wobbling a bit. Balancing on one leg was hard, even if someone was holding you up.
"And you wish it was Ron!" George laughed, and I opened my mouth to find a witty reply, though admittedly I couldn't find one. But before I could say anything, he continued. "And I bet he comes over in... hmm... about five seconds."
'Although it's up to you,
I think it's only fair,
Pride can hurt you, too,
Apologize to her
Because she loves you
And you know that can't be bad.
Yes, she loves you
And you know you should be glad. Ooh!'
"What makes you think that?" I said, but then I saw him move his lips closer to mine, and I realised what he was about to do. All that was running through my head was if he kisses me, I'm going to kill him!
Someone coughed loudly. Ron! George quickly bought me back up. I don't think I've seen Ron's ears any redder.
'She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah'
"I was wondering if I could have this dance," Ron said, holding his hand out to me. I practically jumped off of George into Ron's arms
'She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah'
"Of course," I said, and we danced to the finishing notes of the song. Thank Merlin the next one was slow. Neither I nor Ron pulled had apart from each other when the song changed.
"What about Eloise?" I asked. Had he just discarded her? Would he discard me?
"Well, in short, she ditched me," Ron said. What?
"Pardon?" I said in my politest voice, trying not to jump up and down in glee.
Ron twirled me round slowly on the spot. He wasn't a bad dancer, either. Better than Harry could dance, I thought. But then what he and Ginny were doing could hardly be described as dancing...
"She said she fancied some other bloke, and he had just asked her to dance, so I told her to go and dance," Ron said, and I moved my hands form his waist to around his neck. I could see Eloise dancing with some brunette boy who I didn't know.
"That was nice of you," I said. And it really was. Even by Ron's standards, he had matured so much, it was a wonder why I hadn't just pounced onto him right then.
"Ron," I said, and he nodded slowly, as we turned to the music, which was a song I didn't recognise. "Why did you ask Eloise out?"
He took a deep breath.
"I, er... because... I – I wanted you to know how much I had, er, that I'm, um, changed," he finished meekly, now not looking at me in the eyes.
"I know," I said, and we danced closer. Ron's eyes opened.
"You do?" He said, and his dancing fell a bit out of time.
"Yes, I did," I said unhelpfully, trying to avoid his feet, which came close to stepping on mine a few times.
"Oh."
I put my head on his shoulder and we danced till the song ended. When it finished, however, I expected him to just go, but he didn't let go.
Then I realised something.
"Ron, we must look really stupid," I said.
"Why?" he murmured, and he sounded rather panicky.
"Because this song is more upbeat then the last." And it was. Not too upbeat, but more lively.
"Oh, OK," he said, and I moved my head up from his chest (rather unwillingly, I must say), and we danced more (what's the word) bouncily, but we managed to still be only centimetres apart.
"Hermione," Ron said, and he sounded serious. So serious, in fact, that I took a step back in alarm to look at his face.
"Yes," I said, trying to read his mind. What was bugging him?
"Do – do you fancy George?" he said, and it almost made me laugh. Perhaps he saw the look of relief on my face, because he looked at me funnily.
"No," I said, smiling at him. His expression was still unreadable.
"Are – are you sure?"
"Yes," I said, and he looked at my eyes again. "But I do fancy someone else." I said, daringly, already half-regretting it. I could feel my heart trying to leap out of my chest.
"You – you do?" Ron said, and I could see he looked a bit hopeful, and then he looked worried. "Who?"
"I think you know who," I said, as I leant on my tip-toe and kissed him softly on the lips.
"I think I do," he said, and he pulled me in for a full scale kiss.
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Well, what do you think? Never fear, it's not the end – I'm going to do a chapter in Ron's pov, whether or not you want one! Ooh, I'm so glad I've nearly finished! Yay! And they kissed! Dopple (double. Couldn't resist) yay!
Look out for the next chap, as per usual, and there might be a sequel...
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