Harry flopped onto his floor feeling defeated he was proposing to Ginny tonight and he still couldn't dance. He had been trying to follow the footsteps Hermione charmed onto his floor for hours and was having zero luck. He was trying, but every time he tried to dance the panic rose in his throat and his body refused to cooperate.

Every member of the Weasley family, Hermione, Andy, Neville, and Hannah had all tried to teach him. Finally, Fleur had declared him unteachable and had contacted Gabrielle in France. Fleur had insisted that if anyone could teach him how to dance it was her sister. After all Gabrielle was the dance instructor at Fleur's alma mater.

Harry got up off the floor when he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to find Gabrielle waiting with a smile on her face. "Arry, Fleur tells me zat you are proposing to Ginny. Congratulations to ze both of you."

Harry smiled, "Thanks Gabrielle, but I have to ask her first, and before I can do that I need to learn to dance."

Gabrielle laughed and walked into Harry's flat, "Well zen we should begin, I do not doubt zat I can teach you to dance."

She looked at the footprints on the floor and then turned back to Harry. "Tell me Arry why are you aving so much troubles wiz dancing?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't know whenever I try to dance I think about Ginny and I just get so nervous I can't seem to put one foot in front of the other."

Gabrielle smiled, "It sounds az though you ave some nerves, what iz making you nervous when you zink about proposing to Ginny?"

Harry leaned against the wall, "Will this stay between us?"

Gabrielle nodded. "Okay, it's just a little nerve wracking, I love Ginny and I just worry that she'll say no. When I was little my aunt always told me, no one would ever love a freak like me. I can usually ignore those thoughts, but thinking about proposing has just freaked me out a little bit."

Gabrielle studied Harry for a moment, "Ave you told anyone about zese feelings?"

Harry shook his head no. "Why ave you not Arry, Your friends I'm sure would be willing to listen to your fears."

Harry sighed, "They would be, but how do I explain to them something I don't really understand myself?"

Gabrielle clapped her hands, "Well in zat case we must overcome zis fear of dancing so you can propose tonight."

Harry went to join her in the center of the room. It was slow going, but Gabrielle was a wonderful teacher. Time slipped by and Harry began to gain some confidence as a dancer. Then the door to his flat burst open and a mud covered Ginny burst in, "Hello love, …"

Ginny stopped when she saw her boyfriend in the arms of another woman, a blond woman who looked vaguely familiar. Ginny took enough time to hurl a bat bogey hex at her traitorous boyfriend before disappearing with a pop. Harry pulled himself and Gabrielle out of the path of Ginny's curse and then hurried to follow Ginny.

Ginny burst through the kitchen door at the burrow and saw her whole family sitting around the kitchen table.

Her mother saw the mud first, "Ginevra what have I told you about tracking mud into the house…What's wrong dear?" Molly Weasley looked past the mud to see the expression on her daughter's face.

"I just broke up with Harry mum; I don't want to talk about it." Ginny ran up the stairs, but not before, she heard the uproar from her family in the kitchen below. She slammed the door to her room and curled up on her bed.

Ginny was still reeling, was this why Harry had been so odd lately had he been cheating on her? Ginny knew one thing; if Harry had cheated, she would never speak to him again. Ginny looked out her window to see the one person she didn't want to see hurrying towards the back door. Ginny turned away from the window she would never see Harry again.