I turned around to see a hand on my shoulder. It was a muscular hand that could only belong to a Quidditch player. It was a gentle hand that could only belong to a caring, loving person. It was a hand that was offered to me to help me up. It was a hand that I took. It was a hand that led me out onto the dance floor. It was a hand that I danced with. It was a hand with the best owner in the world. It was a hand that belonged to none other than Fred Weasley.
I had indeed known who I was dancing with, there was no mix-up. It wasn't George. When the song ended he looked me in the eye. He wanted to lean in for a kiss, I knew he did. I could easily tell. So I did that part for him. It started off sweet and innocent, just barely a brush of four lips meeting for the first time. But once they got to know each other, they pressed fiercely. Even our tongues got involved. We hadn't even noticed when everybody began to stare. All of this passion, and we hadn't even spoken one word to each other in the night.
When we finally broke, we stood and grinned at each other for a moment. Then we looked around. Oh, crap! was my first though, but it obviously wasn't Fred's. His first reaction was to kiss me again- classic Fred. He moved down to my neck, and I didn't react. I really should have, though, because a hickey would be forming soon for everybody to see. But right at that moment I really didn't care.
After a few minutes we crept out of the Hall in silence, hundreds of pairs of eyes following us as we left. We walked into the Gryffindor common room and sat down on the couch as innocently that it seemed nothing had happened. Nothing.
We sat there for a few moments in silence. A bit uncomfortable, if you ask me. My heart was ready to pound outside of my chest by the time Fred broke the burning silence.
"Why were you crying?" he asked me, uncomfortably. He shifted his position to face me.
"I...your brother and Krum." was all I could bare. Fred groaned at the mention.
"Yeah, I saw that. I'm so sorry...dammit, Ron, if I ever catch you..." the silly pose Fred was in made me giggle. Pretty soon, we were both in a giggling fit. Laughing and snorting we received funny looks from fellow Gryffindors as they entered the common room one by one and two by two. But, honestly, we didn't pay attention. We were having fun, so dammit, nobody was going to stop us! Well... nobody except George.
Author End Notes: Wow, I can't believe I'm actually doing this! Publishing my work, I mean. You've got a whole lot of stories coming your way, I can definitely promise you that! I've got lots of notebooks filled with sweet stories that contain laughter and tears. I just got this idea off of I dream I had. I was in a bank and feeling guilty about something random, playing on my iphone (o.O lucky dream Abby, I don't have an iphone!) when a boy I cannot STAND came up behind me and called me hawt. Then it all rolled out...