(A/N: Last part of Dance!)
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The music was playing. People were pairing up. The floor was starting to clear...the champions had been called.
This was it. Hermione inhaled deeply and tightened her grip on Harry's arm, barely keeping herself balanced on her ridiculous heels. But Harry...Harry wasn't moving.
He looked frozen, like someone had hit him with a nonverbal body bind and silencing charm.
"Harry."
She hissed his name out the corner of her mouth and elbowed him in the ribs. He jumped and grabbed her hand on a reflex, motions mechanical as he led her to the dance floor. What was wrong with him? He'd been fine not two seconds before, shooting smug looks at the rest of his house.
The score began, a mix of fast and slow tempo music.
"Harry?"
His arms were awkward around her waist, stiff and rigid. The dancing began, and it seemed to startle him. His steps were jerky, and he stared down at all times.
"Harry?"
He was mumbling to himself, cursing, face pale and sweaty with a deer in the headlights look.
She almost laughed- he was scared and nervous, something she thought she'd never see in the great Harry Potter. The realization made her heart warm.
"Harry."
Were his hands shaking? They were definitely damp.
"Harry, Merlin, stop thinking so much." she whispered, squeezing his arm gently. "Look at me."
He did, finally, and she smiled softly at him, trying to be encouraging and reassuring and confident all at once. It was as if something clicked into place then, like a puzzle piece pushed into alignment. He smiled back, and they spun away in a swirl of green and violet, complicating each other perfectly.