Hermione stood on the edge of the dance floor, her expression shifting from pure happiness at watching Ginny and Harry dance, to pure hatred as she watched Fred spin Angelina Johnson. That treacherous bastard. He promised her the first dance and now he was waltzing another woman happily around the dance floor.

"Who are we glaring at?" Fred asked, coming to stand behind Hermione, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"Fred," Hermione mumbled, thinking she was talking to George. "He promised me the first dance and now…" She trailed off and gestured to where Fred aka George was dipping Angelina.

"That bastard!" Fred exclaimed playing along. Hermione humphed her agreement. Fred moved around to stand in front of Hermione. She blushed profusely as he revealed his two, whole ears and then held out his hand.

"May I have this dance?"