Author Note: This was written for the December Challenge on hpgw_drabbles . The challenge was to write a 300-word (exactly) drabble using at least 3 words from The Twelve Days of Christmas. The prompts I used here were: Tree, Christmas, Two, Dancing, French

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Two French Dancing

"Geeny, you must not leave—"


Fleur's petulant voice was cut off by the back door of the Burrow slamming shut.

Harry looked up from where he was crouched beneath a tree in the garden. He'd been watching two garden gnomes wrestling each other over half a loaf of stale bread. While he loved the Weasleys and being here over Christmas, sometimes life in the big family was a bit overwhelming to him, and he'd stepped out for some peace.

It was thus with some resignation that he stood as the sour-faced red-head stomped across the lawn.

"She has some nerve!" Ginny fumed. "Do you know what she's got into that froggy head of hers now?"

Harry stuffed his hands into his pockets and shook his head.

"Dancing! Now I have to learn some snooty French dance, so I don't 'embarrass' her at the wedding." Ginny snorted. "As if this entire wedding weren't an embarrassment already."

Harry was intrigued. He wondered if it were anything like the dance the Beauxbatons girls had done at Hogwarts. "Go on," Harry said, trying not to grin too broadly. "What's it look like?"


"The dance."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I can't do it."

"Come on, I won't laugh." Harry put on a very solemn face.

Ginny held out her arms to an invisible partner and wiggled around. Harry had to clench his jaw to keep from chortling.

"That's... really good," he managed to press out, biting his tongue.

Ginny punched him on the arm. "You said you wouldn't laugh," she complained crossly.

"I'm not laughing," he said, although it wouldn't have taken much. "Really, it was good. Show me again."

"Ha!" Ginny scoffed, tossing her hair. "You can just wait until the wedding."

Harry thought he was rather looking forward to it.