A/N:

Hey everyone! April here again! I've got another chapter for you guys! Sorry for the wait. School was being evil and distracting me from writing :(. Anyway, thank you to all who subscribed/story alerted/reviewed. You guys are the best(:. Here's chapter three!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Fred would still be alive, Ron and Luna would be together, and everyone would have lived my version of happily ever after.

An Accident

Chapter 3

We may only have tonight

But until the morning sun you're mine,

All mine

Play the music low

And sway to the rhythm of love

Hermione was annoyed. As in, really annoyed. Plain and simple. Ginny was being extremely vague, and Hermione didn't like vague. She liked it when thing were told to her directly.

That was how she and Ron had started their falling out. He had been nonspecific about certain things, leaving out details that weren't meant to be left out.

She sighed, and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She really did like her dress. It's just that whenever she was doing something exciting and fun, and Ginny was involved, it usually ended in disaster.

Hermione headed over to the window her room provided and looked outside at her handiwork. The backyard of the Burrow did look wonderful, and surprisingly, the the twins did an extremely good job of finishing it up.

She saw that her friends and other guests were starting to arrive. Dean, Lee, Luna, Lavender, and Neville were already here. The DJ had already turned up (Hermione wondered how Mrs. Weasley knew about the muggle tradition) and was already beginning to fill the air with some muggle tunes. She looked around the backyard and noticed Ginny talking to Fred, and he nodding at whatever she was saying.

That puzzled Hermione. What did Fred have to do with anything?

She sighed for what seemed to her like the hundredth time that day, and started heading down to the pre-brewing madness below.

Fred was pleased with himself. He had actually decorated something without managing to plan a prank. He was both horrifed and proud at the same time. Hermione would be proud of him.

Hermione. He, for some reason, was nervous about tonight. The great Fred Weasley was anxious. Now that was a thought that terrified him.

He shook off his nerves. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to get in the way of this perfect night.

He turned and saw Ginny approach him.

"I got her ready. You're welcome. She's wearing your favorite color," Ginny said as she approached her older brother.

Fred looked surprised. "You got her to wear orange?" Ginny nodded. "Wow. I totally and completely underestimated you. Good job, Gin."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "You're welcome, Mr. I'm-too-chicken. She should be coming down any minute now. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some business of my own to take care of." And with that, Fred's youngest sister moved away and made her way to where the one and only Harry Potter was standing.

Ginny said something in his ear, and he looked at her and shook his head frantically. She just laughed and dragged him onto the empty dance floor. All the guests that were there started laughing and slowly made their way to join them.

Fred smiled. That was good. If Hermione saw Ginny dancing, she would surely want to dance.

Fred was pretty proud of himself for telling his mum about the DJ. He and George had done some research, and were excited when they found out about the tradition. He had to admit, he kind of liked muggle music. It was very upbeat, very cheerful. He was busy nodding his head and tapping his foot to the music that he didn't notice a certain witch make her way up behind him.

Hermione made her way down to the party, greeting those she recognized and introducing herself to those she didn't. By now, there were about fifty people, and more were arriving. She looked at the dance floor, and laughed when she saw Ginny dancing with Harry, who could not dance to save his life. She let her eyes travel over to the right side of the dance floor, and her heart sped up. Fred was off to the side, just nodding along to the music.

This was her chance. She had to be confident, and just go with her gut, and just ask him to dance.

Confidently, she started making her way behind where Fred was standing. Then, she slowed down. What if he said no? What if he laughed at her for wearing this ridiculous color?

She pushed her doubts aside, and walked the rest of the distance to where he was. She was next to him, but he didn't notice her at first. This gave her time to admire how he looked. His ginger locks were in some sort of order, he was wearing a striped button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and jeans. She admitted to herself that yes, he did look extremely attractive.

She took a deep breath, then cleared her throat.

He turned his head at the noise, and saw that she was standing next to him. He smiled at her.

"Hey, 'Mione! Haven't seen you most of the afternoon!"

She laughed. "That's because a particular Weasley decided to kidnap me and hold me hostage until I dressed 'appropriately for the occasion.'"

He laughed too. "Well, I have to say, my younger sister did an excellent job."

"Really?" She looked down at that dreaded color dress. "I'm not sure I like the color."

He leaned in close and while whispering in her ear, put his arm around her. "You look beautiful. Orange is a perfect color on you."

She laughed. Obviously he was joking.

Then, he leaned back and took her hand.

Okay, now Hermione was freaking out.

Fred was pretty proud of himself. He was holding her hand, and she wasn't letting go. Score.

Just then, the lights turned a blue color and the DJ announced, "All right ladies and gents, it's time to find a partner, because here comes a slow one." A song Fred didn't recognize came on, but that didn't matter. He turned to Hermione and bowed.

"My lady, may I have the pleasure of accompanying you in this dance?"

Hermione just rolled her eyes. "If I have to."

That made Fred laugh. He lead her onto the dance floor, where several other couples were already dancing away. He took Hermione in his arms, and they swayed slowly back and forth. He stared into her eyes and she stared back, never breaking eye contact.

They danced lazily around the dance floor.

"So, enjoying the party?" Fred asked.

She nodded. "You did a good job of finishing up the decorations. I'm impressed."

"Hey, don't sound so surprised. I am good for something, you know."

She laughed. "Yes, apparently."

The slow song ended, and a faster one took its place. The two broke away from each other, slowly. Hermione started making her way off the dance floor, but Fred grabbed her hand.

"Oh no, you're not getting away that easy."

And with that, Hermione was dancing.

A/N:

Hehe. I'm not that evil for leaving there, am I? Ah, oh well. The song in the beginning is Rhythm of Love by the Plain White T's.

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~April