Fred laughed yet again as Angelina did a silly dance move. He couldn't deny that tonight was the best night ever. Well it was. Then, he saw Hermione and Ron leaving the ball. Hermione looked furious.
Fred eased himself away from his dance partner and frowned, "Ang, um, I gotta go."
Fred didn't bother explaining, but he needed to know Hermione was okay.
He found her crying on the staircase, shoes in her hand. He didn't know what to say, and for the longest time, he just sat next to Hermione.
"W-what are you doing, Fred?"
"Oh, you know, hanging with a girl I like. Being awkward. Typical dance stuff," Fred joked, nudging Hermione a bit. "What are you doing?"
Hermione laughed, a smile on her lips. "Fred."
"Well, you're not doing me, but-"
"Fred!" Hermione was in a fit of giggles now. How in this world did Fred make her laugh like this when only seconds ago she was so angry? It wasn't even something she would normally laugh about!
"I'll tell you what, I'll let it slide if you dance with me," Fred looked at Hermione, eyes asking for her answer as he stretched his hand out.
Hermione shook her head, carefully watching the twin. "Why are you being so nice to me? What kind of prank are you getting ready to play, Fred?'
Fred held up his hands, smiling softly at Hermione. "No prank. Honestly. It's just someone I care about looks miserable, and I'm told dancing with me makes everything better."
Hermione smiled, truly smiled, shaking her head slightly. "Full of yourself, Fred?"
"No," Fred shook his head, offering his hand again, "Not even a little bit."
Hermione rolled her eyes, but this time she took his hand. "So, why are you here? Don't you have a date?'
"You're more important." Fred told her, pulling her against his chest and swaying softly, "Seemed upset."
"Yeah, I was," Hermione buried her head against Fred's shoulder. "But it's suddenly a better night."