I've been a bit dumb and forgot to tell a bit about how's the things here. The previous two chapters where before Harry arrived to The Burrow.

This is at Bill and Fleur's wedding. As you might have guessed, this is a kind of one-shots non-connected (well, just connected by the fact all belong to DH). Enjoy it!

(Today Lyrics: "Magic Works" – Radiohead)

Shared Moments Three: Let it go dancing.

And dance your final dance
This is your final chance
To hold the one you love
You know you've waited long enough

'Come and dance,' he added abruptly to Hermione.

Ron stood up and started walking towards the dance floor. When he looked sideways, he could saw Hermione trying to catch up with him, and he realised what he had done. She took his hand.

'Eh ─ Hermione, what are you doing?!'

She frowned at him, looking between amusement and curiosity.

'Dancing, I suppose?'

'Oh ─ er ─ I don't know dancing.'

'So, why you asked me then?'

'Why ─ you would prefer sitting there and chatting with your Vicky, aren't you?'

'Neither he is "mine" nor he's called "Vicky", and you know it very well.'

'You didn't answer it.'

She felt him gazing at her, and with her eyes on a spot near his shoulder, she said, 'No, I wouldn't.'

At this moment, the golden-jacketed band finished the waltz and began playing a merrier song, which allowed them change of subject and dance sank in silence for a while.

'Weell you dance weez me?'

They looked up and saw a Fleur's Veelish cousin looking solicitous at Ron. He seemed suddenly confused, but then he turned away and said, 'No, sorry, I'm dancing with her.'

Hermione was out of breath. She nearly pinched Ron's arm in shock.

'Ouch! What are you doing?'

She glanced at him.
'You ─ ejm ─ you're very pretty tonight,' he said, nearly whispering.

'Oh … thanks … It was a compliment?'

'Of course not! I mean ─ you're a friend …'

'Ejm ─ yes, of course ... You are very handsome tonight too, Ron.'

'And that was a compliment?'

'Of course not. You are a friend.'

Their eyes met, and they laughed.

'When did you learn to dance?'

'What? I don't know dancing, Ron!'

'So, what are you exactly doing?'

'Improvising,' she said with a smirk.

So, believe
That magic works
Don't be afraid
Of being hurt
Don't let this magic dies
The answer's there
Oh, just look in her eyes

Song after song they danced, oblivious of the world, oblivious of Harry, who surely was alone, oblivious of that they were the two most incompatible people of the world, and they were dancing, together, and Ron's hand rose to Hermione's hair …

'You have a stream over here,' and he stroke furtively her hair.

The band changed of song: it was a slower song, a love song. He was there, looking at her, so close to each other, and she was seizing his hands so softly, she felt him approaching, and she wondered whether it will be the night, finally …

But he cleared his throat, and said, sadly she thought, 'I'm going to look for some Butterbeers. Go with Harry.'

And then he left, as though he didn't care there was Hermione, watching him leaving, understanding that nothing might happen between them.

And make your final move
Don't be scared, she wants you to
Yeah, it's hard, you must be brave
Don't let this moment slip away...