“Do you want me to take the used champagne glasses to wash them up?” asked Rachel.
“Sure Dear. Thank you for being so helpful.”
She walked back into the kitchen with the champagne glasses on a tray. She couldn’t stand it out there. She put her hands on the table to support herself. Fred was flirting and dancing with Fleur’s cousins. She tightened her grip so her knuckles were white. He had obviously had no feelings like that for her. She sat down on the bottom of the steps and cried silently.
“Fred,” said George, to his twin by the drink stand, “I’d go and find Rachel if I were you.”
“Why?” asked Fred, “Is she snogging Krum?” he asked spitefully.
“No,” said George, looking pained by his brother’s lack of kindness, “He’s just told me that he’ll duel you if you hurt her again.”
“What?” asked Fred flummoxed, “Hurt her- what is he talking about?”
“Just find her,” remarked George.
Fred acted on his brother’s suggestion and looked around to try and find Rachel. He had almost given up hope when Fleur came up to him.
“’Ave you seen Rachel. ‘Er favourite song is coming up she said she wanted to dance to it,” said Fleur.
“I saw her go into the kitchen dear with the champagne glasses.” replied Mrs Weasley.
“I’ll go and get her,” said Fred. He wanted to talk to her alone for a bit.
Fred walked into the kitchen he heard someone crying and then he saw Rachel curled up on the stairs.
Rachel heard footsteps approaching. She wiped the tears away and looked up. It was Fred. She didn’t want him to see her like this.
“What’s the problem?” he asked as he sat down beside her, putting a soft hand on her left shoulder, hoping it wasn’t his fault.
I won’t force her to talk to me, he thought. “Well Fleur’s looking for you. Your favourite song’s on.”
“I don’t have anyone to dance with,” she said, resigned, looking down at the floor.
“Well then,” said Fred putting his arm around both of Rachel’s shoulders, she looked up, “I’ll dance with you.” I might actually be able to tell her how I feel.
“Really?” asked Rachel trying to keep of a smile while looking cautiously up at him.
“Thank you,” as she hugged him and jumped to her feet.
He joined her standing and took out his hand and grinning as he said in a formal, old fashioned way “May I have the pleasure of this next dance Miss Silvertone?”
And Rachel smiled and placed her hand in his and almost burst into laughter as she imitated him and said “I would be delighted Mr Weasley.”
Fred took her hand and they ran to the dance floor as a song finished.
“And now Magic Works by the Weird Sisters. Enjoy,” announced a DJ from an invisible speaker. Fred looked down at Rachel and put a hand on her waist and one hand in hers as she put her left hand on his shoulder and laid her head against his chest and closed her eyes as the music started. Fred smiled as his propped his chin on her head. The started to swing and rotate slowly on the spot on the dance floor.
And dance you final dance
This is your final chance...
They danced through the song in their small spot on the dance floor feeling as though they where on their own and everything was right.
...So dance,Your final dance
Rachel opened her eyes and looked up into Fred’s as the last few notes of music were being played. Fred stopped turning her around.
She took a deep breath and stepped towards him, looking up and tilting her head. Does she want to…?
Fred tilted his head down towards Rachel. They were only centimetres apart…