Romione❤️ one-shots

Dancing Together

As Krum was scowling over Mr Lovegood and hearing the golden band on the podium begin playing, Ron was suddenly moved into action as the wise words of his copy of Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches echoed in his mind: "Properly wooing your witch to the dance floor is a craft that must be learned if you are to progress further in your relationship. It requires appropriate language and poise..." He didn't fully get the whole 'appropriate language and poise' nonsense, but he was damned if he was going to give Krum any excuse to linger around her for a moment longer. "Come and dance," he said to Hermione abruptly, standing up.
He saw Hermione's cheeks flush pink but she looked pleased and stood up to take his proffered hand, following him onto the dance floor where a crowd had already gathered.

He felt elated. He had just asked her to dance. Now what? How did a boy go about dancing with his best friend, and a girl at that? Even the book hadn't prepared him for this giddiness. All he knew was that he couldn't ruin this moment; he certainly didn't want a repeat of the harrowing canary episode.

"Well?" Hermione's voice broke into his train of thought. She stood before him, looking at him expectantly.

Ron looked about him and saw the couples gliding around the dance floor in time to the waltz-like song. His ears reddened. "Oh, er ..." He suddenly stood frozen to the spot, looking as though he'd swallowed a particularly unpleasant Bertie Botts Every Flavour Bean.

"Oh, honestly," Hermione said. She moved forward to grasp his right hand, methodically clamping it to her waist. She then placed her left hand on his shoulder. She linked her free hand with his. "And now we move," she said.

"Right," his voice sounded strangled. He stepped forward, nearly treading on Hermione's foot.

She looked amused. "What's happened, Ron? Have you forgotten how to dance?"

She didn't sound or look particularly angry with him, so he supposed he wasn't disappointing her so far, even if he'd been a bit slow on the uptake. And why not? It had just occurred to him that he had never danced with Hermione before. Not even at the Yule Ball. He scowled, remembering Hermione's "date" that evening.

"Don't tease," Ron replied, shuffling his left foot. "I haven't done this in a long time."

Hermione's expression softened. She moved closer, leaning herself against him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Thank you for asking me to dance," she murmured into his dress robes.

Ron swallowed nervously, feeling a delicious shiver run through him. "Don't mention it," he finally responded.

Now determined, he picked up his pace and took the lead. He was really dancing with Hermione; he could feel her pressed against him as they spun around, hands, limbs touching, sensations everywhere. He could smell her hair, her perfume and was utterly arrested by his senses. He could forget about the war, Harry, Death Eaters, You-Know-Who – all he could think was that they were closer than they'd ever been before. They were having a good time. Now. Together.

The music suddenly reached a crescendo and Ron lifted Hermione off her feet and twirled her around before setting her back down as the band was met with applause. She looked breathless, but delighted. "That was wonderful, Ron!"

Ron grinned. "Charlie showed us how to do that. Had to practise with Ginny about ten times until I got it right." Hermione beamed up at him, her arms twined about his neck. Ron stared entranced, hands pressing firmer into her waist, taken aback by how she seemed to only have eyes for him.

They were still holding each other until Luna floated towards them. "Hi Ron, Hermione! Great song, wasn't it?" She was humming to the tune, swaying a little on the spot. She appeared oblivious to the fact that she'd intruded on something intimate.