Hey! You know I love your fics! Could you write about Ron and Hermione dancing at Bill and Fleur wedding? Xoxo
Hi @witchfreakkk! I scoured my previous fics thinking I’d done something like this, but turns out I haven’t! Thanks for the ask :)
“Come and dance,” Ron said to Hermione, holding his hand out. She looked a bit surprised, but took his hand and followed him onto the dance floor.
They settled into the groove as Hermione questioned him. “I didn’t know you danced. Was this just a ploy to get me away from Viktor?”
“Course not! You were the one who told me way back when to...what was it? ‘Pluck up the courage and ask you before someone else does?’ So I asked you to dance,” he said, smirking.
This was not what Hermione was expecting him to say, and for once, she was left speechless. “Oh, well, yes, I guess that’s right,” she managed to say.
They both moved to the music while also watching the others around them. Every now and then they’d point out something strange the other wedding guests were doing, falling into fits of laughter as they mimicked some of the dance moves they were seeing. Hermione lost track of the time as the songs continued to change. She never thought Ron would ever be one to join the dancing crowd, but he looked like he was having fun dancing with her and whoever else came by.
At one point Ginny and Luna had joined them for a few songs, and then Fred and George had made their way over with a very drunk Charlie. Even Remus and Tonks joined the circle for a spell. And then, the music changed again. Instead of another upbeat song, the music was slower.
Hermione looked at Ron, not knowing if he’d want to slow dance with her. But before she could suggest taking a break, he held out his hand, and her heart started beating faster in her chest. She stepped closer to him as she placed her hand in his own and brought her other hand to his shoulder as she felt his hand settle against her waist.
She was wearing heels, which helped the height difference. She was painfully aware of how close their bodies were. Hermione felt her face flush as she looked up at Ron. “This is nice,” she commented.
“Yeah...thanks for agreeing to dance with me,” Ron said in a shy manner.
“Thanks for asking,” she responded. “Even if you had an ulterior motive.” Hermione chuckled.
“Oi, unless you consider wanting to dance with the prettiest girl here an ulterior motive, there was none!”
Hermione looked at him with a shocked expression. “You- you think that I’m the prettiest girl here?” she asked hopefully.
“Oh, I- er, yeah,” Ron’s face became even redder than it was before.
“You look really dashing yourself,” she said as she felt her own cheeks redden.
They both continued to dance quietly to the music as Hermione chanced resting her head against his chest. Both were quiet until Ron plucked up the courage and said, “Hermione, I-”
But the band ended the song and announced they were taking a break. Hermione and Ron broke away from each other, but remained standing there as other wedding guests were moving around them. “Er, was there something you wanted to say?” Hermione tried to gently urge him to continue whatever he’d started.
“Oh, er, no it’s alright. We should probably see where Harry’s got to, yeah?”
Hermione tried to hide her disappointment. “Um, yes, of course. Do you want a drink? I’m parched. I can go get us some.”
“Sure, that’d be great,” Ron said. And so they agreed to to meet back at wherever Harry was.
Hermione walked towards the refreshment table as Ron’s words echoed in her head. You what? She hoped there’d be another opportunity later to find out. Fate had other ideas though, as she turned to see a blinding ball of light soaring towards the tent.
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