Prompted a while back for RooOJoy's birthday. Pairing: Fred Weasley x Hermione Granger.
Prompt: Firewhiskey, Dance.
"'Mione!" Someone called, pawing his way through the crowd. Fred came to stand in front of her table, clutching a glass of firewhisky of his own, and held one out to her. "You haven't danced once."
She took the glass from his hand, her fingers swiping along the beads of condensation rolling down the sides. "And there is a very good reason for that!" Hermione called over the crowd.
In the center of the dance floor, Harry and Ron were joined by their own female counterparts. It wasn't that they hadn't invited her as well, but she didn't have a partner, and well—
"Dancing isn't hard." Fred grinned.
She begged to differ. "I can't dance. I don't want to either. I'm perfectly fine watching the crowd from over here."
The corner of his mouth twitched. "It's a celebration. Haven't you heard?"
She took a long drink, letting the liquid burn a path down her throat. "Yes, we're all celebrating that we're alive, I'm aware."
Fred snatched her drink from her, downing the rest.
Hermione's mouth fell open. "Why did you bother bringing it to me?"
"I'll buy you another. Dance with me." Fred grabbed her hand, hauling her to her feet. "I'm not giving you the option to say no."
Her heartbeat was a steady thrum in her chest. She'd noticed Fred for a long time, had ignored her small crush for even longer until it dwarfed everything else when he was near.
Fred slipped an arm around her waist, leading her onto the floor amidst the other couples. "You always look bored over there." He said quietly.
She lifted her head. "Do you spend a lot of time looking at me?" The question popped out of her mouth without her permission, and heat flooded her face.
"Yes." Fred's admission was so quiet she barely heard it over the crowd. "I do."
"I think I'd like that drink now," Hermione breathed.
With a grin, Fred nodded. "You can dance, you know,"
She shook her head. "No, but firewhisky will make me think I can."
His arm was still possessively locked around her waist.
In the middle of the floor, Ginny shouted and held her hand out for Ron to shove galleons toward her.