A/N: This is a continuation of my Harry and Ron Drables series, which I know several people followed. I hope it will still be followed here. The other series became 25 chapters long and i really figured that was long enough --- time to start anew! I've started this new series off with a set of drabbles, which i've never done before, so I hope I didn't screw it up. And yeah, the title is a play on words. Waltzes are set in THREE beat measure, but I wrote FOUR drabbles. Yeah, yeah, I know --- just get the to the H/R stuff already :P Please enjoy!
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Four Beat Waltz (dance)

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Dance 1 --- The Funky Chicken

Harry yanked on his overly tight collar as the pompous gasbag to his right publicly praised his glorious accolades.

Again.

Harry hated formals: the dress robes, the fancy dinners, the dancing.

Sweet Merlin, how he hated the dancing!

He was always expected to lead the bloody dance, and every time a swarm over-eager women crowded around him and he felt as if he could hardly breath.

He'd always been pants at dancing anyway.

"So," the Minister finally concluded his speech and turned to Harry, grinning like a dammed fool. "Pick your lovely lady and lead her to the dance floor!"

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Dance 2 --- The Electric Slide

Harry usually chose Hermione because she never gave him any hassle.

But she wasn't who he really wanted to dance with.

He and Ron had their own kind of dance; one he was sick of! They danced around each other, danced around the issue, danced around the fact that they were insanely attracted to one another.

Maybe it was time for one kind of dance to stop and another to begin.

"Pick my lovely lady and lead her to the dance floor, huh?" Harry repeated, but he didn't wait for the Minister to reply.

He'd already spotted Ron across the room.

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Dance 3 --- The Waltz

Ron was confused when Harry came straight up to him.

"Harry, wha--"

"Hush! You and I have danced around in our own way for long enough. I hate the kind of dance we have, and I want a new one!" He grabbed Ron by the waist and the back of his neck and kissed him hard.

Ron wasn't a lovely lady --- lovely, yes --- but not a lady! And while they weren't technically out on the dance floor, Ron opened his mouth and let Harry's tongue waltz with his own; dipping and swirling.

Together, they formed their own dance.

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Dance 4 --- The Horizontal Mambo

Harry finally pulled away from Ron's mouth. He tasted better than any fancy dinner ever had!

The entire room was deadly silent, and for once, Harry actually smiled at a formal dance.

Rita Skeeter would have a field day in The Daily Prophet tomorrow, but that was okay; he actually wanted a set of those pictures.

"Care to come home and see just how well we can really dance?" Harry asked, the corners of his mouth curling up into a sexy, impish grin.

Ron, still a little breathless, nodded vigorously.

"Good!" Harry said, taking Ron's hand to Disapparate. "I'm leading!"