A.N. I've changed the name and direction of this story, I got a bit stuck on where it was going, I was going to have a rivalry with Krum and end at the Yule Ball – hence the name Take Me Dancing but I moved too quickly. I've changed the name to Into Your Arms and I'm going to carry on using flashback chapters to look at their past relationship and that's how I'll continue the story.
Sorry this update took so long and it's quite short, as I said I was stuck for where to go, so now I'll move onto the story…
Last chapter: Fred cleared his throat and straightened out his robes, "I am a man of many talents, Georgie-boy. Now go get your robes on, we're nearly there and you don't want your girlfriend to see you all dishevelled when she gets sorted into our house," he finished with a wink.
31st October 1992
It was Halloween, the first holiday of the school year and almost the entire school was gathered in the Great Hall for the annual feast. Almost the entire school. Fred, George and Lee were sat at the Gryffindor table and had started to dig in along with the other students. George looked up and down the table but couldn't see Hermione anywhere. He would have normally guessed that she was in the library again, but they had talked at breakfast that morning and she had seemed excited for the feast that evening, so he wondered where she was.
He looked over at Fred, who guessed what he was looking for and shrugged, "Dunno mate, haven't seen her since this morning."
"I'll ask Ron," George said before catching their younger brother's attention, "Have you seen Hermione?"
Both Ron and Harry looked sheepish for a moment and George knew that they had done something. He looked at them with a slight glare and asked, "What happened?"
When Ron didn't offer an answer, he turned to Harry, who answered, "We haven't seen her since class ended. She might have…overheard something…I don't know."
"I think you do know," Fred interjected, he had grown a soft spot for the tiny Gryffindor after George had become friends with her on the train.
"They do know," Fay Dunbar confirmed from a few seats away, "She's been in the loo's since she heard them talking about her."
George glared at his brother even more, "What did you say?"
"She's a nightmare!" Ron cried, forgetting his awkwardness, "She's always correcting me and-"
"Did it ever occur to you that she's correcting you because you're wrong?" George interrupted.
"Well…yeah, I mean-"
"And if you're wrong then she's trying to help you?" Fred continued.
"But she doesn't have to be so annoying about everything, it's no wonder why she hasn't got any friends!"
"She has got friends!"
"When did that happen?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"Around the time you were busy getting your spells wrong." Fred answered.
At that moment, Professor Quirrell burst through the doors and started shouting about a troll. Dumbledore shouted over the uproar of panicked students and the staff and prefects started to lead the students back to their dormitories.
"Hermione," George whispered to his twin, "She doesn't know about the troll!"
"We can go fin-"
"No!" Percy said, clapping a hand on a shoulder of each twin. "I don't need another letter from Mum about how you two are always getting into trouble-"
"But Perce! It's-"
"No! You aren't going off to find a troll! Now come on, back to the tower," he said pushing them along with the rest of the crowd.
Ron and Harry followed quietly behind until George spun around with a menacing scowl and they scampered away, understanding that it was now up to them to make up with Hermione and warn her about the troll.