Two To Tango 
by anime_angel2000
 
     Hermione sighed, looking around her large kitchen.  She 
cringed at the vision of plates, stacked up to the ceiling.  Food 
was strewn all over the counters.  Peter Gabriel wailed from a 
small, tinny radio.  She finally smiled, feeling relieved that she 
wasn't the mother of Ron and Harry.  Having them for a week 
was enough. 

I don't really hate you 

     She looked toward the living room.  The Christmas tree 
was standing there in all its glory, lording the presents 
underneath it.  It had never been able to hold so many.  
Hermione was glad to be home for Christmas, and she was 
glad that Ron and Harry had come. 

I don't care what you do 

    She glanced back at the kitchen, deciding, "I'm going to 
have fun with this, no matter what."  Using her mop as her 
partner, she practiced the tango, a dance she had learned in 
her dance classes over the summer.  She dipped, putting on 
foot back, seeing as her partner could not support her.  The 
music was a little slow and much too American to be tango, 
but she didn't care.  She spun and stepped to the music, 
unaware of the dirty kitchen around her, not worried about her 
homework, smiling to herself. 

We were made for each other 

     She was pulled back to reality when she heard, "Is that 
how people clean in the Muggle world?"  Ron was looking at 
her with an innocent face, but an evil glint in his eye.  He 
smiled, and she gave up glaring at him.  She started to laugh, 
and he joined in. 

Me and you 

     When they had calmed down, Ron asked sincerely, "Really, 
though--was that the tango?"  She smiled. "Yes.  Would you 
like to learn it?"  Ron looked at her skeptically, but finally said, 
"Sure, I guess." 

     She took his hand, and said, "Okay, I'm going to hold this 
hand, and you are going to put your other arm around my 
waist, like this..."  she took his arm and put it around her 
waist, and looked up, her nose mere centimeters from his.  
Her cheeks were suddenly warm, and she noticed that his ears 
were turning pink.  He smiled, saying, "and?" 

I want to be somebody 

     "There, you've got it," she said, as he step with the rhythm 
of the song, matching her movements.  He was a surprisingly 
good dancer, and he caught on quickly, improvising beautifully 
for the steps Hermione couldn't remember.  "Hey, you're a 
pretty good dancer," she said, laughing. 

     "You're a great teacher," he said, smiling with her.  She 
stepped back, leading him along, and suddenly remembered 
why she hadn't taught anyone this dance before.  Blushing, 
she said, almost whispering, "Now.. you have to dip me."  Ron 
looked at her, curiously.  "Okay," he said, confused at her 
reaction to the next step. 

You were like that, too 

     He quickly realized why the dance required two when he 
saw the next move.  She leaned back, her slender frame 
supported by his arm, one leg stretched gracefully, bare toes 
pointed.  He bent over her, so close to her face he could feel 
her breath on his cheeks.  He looked onto her soft, pale face 
as the world faded into the distance. 

When you're not given, you learn to take 

     She was trapped in those brilliant eyes, as if she and he 
were the only two people on earth.  Their closeness suddenly 
registered in her brain, and every place he touched her felt 
warm.  He moved in closer, and her eyes closed.  His soft lips 
pressed against hers, sending warm chills through her body.  A 
comforting warmth spread through her, and she knew her soul 
had found its companion, as two pieces fit into one, their lives 
forever entwined.  A crystal future, now so clear to her.  
Nothing mattered any more.  Just him.  She returned his kiss 
fully, glad there was nobody else awake. 

And I will take you... 

  

  

D/C: All characters copyright JK Rowling 1997, 1998, 1999, 
2000 and WarnerBrothers 2000. Lyrics copyright Peter Gabriel. 
The author of this story does not intend to plagerize these 
items in any way.  Thank You. 

A/N: Zip-doo!  What a formal disclaimer!  Anyway, Voldie is 

cooL!  um, well, it's 11 at night now, so I think I'll post it 

tomorrow or later tonight, cause I live in CA, and it's probably 

like, two or something in other places.  Also, sorry it kinda 

stunk, I've never written one quite like that afore.  It would be 

fun to to draw a piccy for  it!  Okay, love ya!  don't drink and 

drive!  Happy New Year!