All That Jazz

All That Jazz

Hermione grabbed Ron's hand as they raced down the stairs of Hogwarts with the crowd of students hurrying to get to Hogsmeade. Harry would be joining them later with his girlfriend at Three Broomsticks.

Come on babe

Why don't we paint the town?

And all that jazz.

Tonight in town there was a special Christmas dance that the fifth years and older had been permitted to attend. Hermione had ordered a new set of dress robes for the occasion, they were a form fitting dark blue with flared sleeves. Ron thought she looked beautiful. Her hair glistened in the faint moonlight. Her lips were curved into a playful smile that was causing Ron severe unrest. He squeezed her hand tighter. The snow was falling thickly around their heads. Ron grinned at Hermione and shook his head to knock off the snowflakes in Hermione's direction. She swatted him on the arm and looked deeply into his eyes.

I'm gonna rouge my knees

And roll my stockings down

And all that jazz.

Ron and Hermione approached Three Broomsticks and could already hear the noisy crowd inside. The dance had attracted more people than usual to the small pub. Music was blaring from the warehouse at the end of the street where the dance was to be held.

Start the car

I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot.

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that jazz.

Ron couldn't take his eyes off Hermione. Her petite figure had matured over the summer into something much more curvaceous. The blue of her dress complimented her never fading summer tan and the gold highlights in her hair.

Skidoo!

And all that Jazz.

Ron in turn was dressed in a dark green that went perfectly with his copper head. Fred and George had bought them for him just before school started, he had no idea where the money had come from. They had also thrown in new shoes and a cloak, Ron was very suspicious of them.

Hotcha!

Whoopee!

And all that Jazz.

Hermione grasped Ron's hand and pulled him towards the makeshift dance hall. Wild music was being played inside and Hermione was itching to get out on the dance floor.

Slick your hair

And wear your buckle shoes

And all that Jazz.

Once inside, Ron was dragged into a mass of swaying bodies. The music remained fast and fun was they twirled and rocked all around the room. The Weird Sisters were finishing up their set and a group of darkly dressed wizards with brass instruments were waiting beside the small stage.

I hear that Father Dip

Is gonna blow the blues

And all that Jazz.

Hermione laughed as Ron dipped her. Ron looked into her eyes and all her saw was pure joy. Quickly he brought her to her feet and began to twirl her madly. She was sure they would hit another couple, but Ron remained firmly in control.

Hold on, hon

We're gonna bunny hug

I bought some aspirin

Down at United Drug

I case you shake apart

And want a brand new start

To do, that jazz!

Hermione giggle once again as Ron executed another exaggerated move through the throbbing crowd. Hermione felt her elbow jab something soft. She turned and looked into the silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. "Watch your step Mudblood."

Ron raised back his fist angrily. Hermione put her hand on his arm, "No Ron, nothing is going to spoil this night, not even Malfoy." Ron relented and whisked Hermione off to the other side of the room in a quick waltz. Hermione watched Malfoy out of the corner of her eye as she was led away. Ha ha! He was stuck with that troll Pansy.

Find a flask

We're playing fast and loose

And all that jazz.

Three Broomsticks was filling up quickly. Most of the staff from Hogwarts was seated at the bar, sipping complementary drinks, watching the throng of students. After a while a few of them joined the dancing. McGonagall and Flitwick were doing the quickstep, while Dumbledore and Trelawney did the traditional waltz.

Right up here

Is where I store the juice

And all that jazz.

Ron pulled Hermione's hips to his as he began to salsa to the changing music. He had always liked this kind of music, but it was so much better when he was dancing with such a sexy girl. He grinned down at Hermione. She was a terrific dancer, and that dress she had on seemed to amplify every move she made. Her skirt swished in rhythm with her long mane.

Come on, babe

We're gonna brush the sky

I bet you luck Lindy

Never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere

How could he lend an ear

to all that Jazz?

A swing number came blasting over the speakers overhead and the room was automatically filled with rhythmic chaos. Hermione squealed as Ron flipped her over his head and smoothly into a spin. He was good, real good.

Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake

And all that jazz

Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break

And all that jazz.

Ron smiled inwardly as he swept Hermione through a number of complicated moves. She was loving it, he could tell. Her eyes had glazed over in happiness, that was something Ron had never seen before, Hermione in a state of true bliss.

Show her where to park her girdle

Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle

If she'd hear her baby's queer

For all that jazz.

Hermione's eyes went wide as her skirt flew up. There was nothing she could do about it though, Ron had her moving so fast the room was a blur. She heard a few whistles but barely had time to blush. Their arms and legs were flying in a rhythm wrapping and unwrapping around each other. Every few moments Ron's face would come into focus. His eyes were sparkling and a smile never left his face.

All that jazz.

Hermione grabbed the hem of her skirt and shimmied in a circle around Ron. A few people whooped and clapped. Ron grabbed her wrists and swung her onto his knee, then around his back. She slid down his thigh then was pulled through his legs and onto her feet. Ron grabbed her around the waist and they started up a version of the twist.

Come on, babe

Why don't we paint the town?

And all that jazz.

The music stopped and a slow song began. Ron moved his arms around Hermione's tiny waist. Hermione sighed and let herself go. Ron grinned down at the brown/gold head on his shoulder. He sighed and removed one arm to check his watch. He leaned down and whispered in Hermione's ear, "It's time to go meet Harry." Her big brown eyes looked up into his. She smiled and took his hand and led him out of the mass towards Three Broomsticks.

I'm gonna

Rouge my knees

And roll my

Stockings down

And all that jazz.

Just as they reached the door Hermione's eyes widened, "Ron! I just remembered I left my scarf at the cloak check. I'll be right back." Before Ron could say anything she ran off across the snowy ground towards the dance hall.

Start the car

I know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot!

She entered the steamy room and looked around. The party appeared to have intensified. There were more people jammed into the large building. Someone had let loose a hoard of neon colored fairies. A tap on her shoulder brought her out of her reverie.

"Granger." Draco Malfoy eyed her from where he stood.

"Malfoy."

"Care to dance?"

"Well..."

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that jazz.

Draco grabbed her arm and whisked her away. After two songs Hermione felt like no time had passed. Draco was amazing, effortless. He had a grace that she hadn't expected from someone who could be such a pain in the butt. His moves were more natural that Ron's, it was like he was born to dance. Hermione sighed as Draco swung her around, perhaps she should go back to Three Broomsticks. Well...after one more song.

No, I'm no one's wife

But, oh, I love my life

And all that Jazz!

That Jazz!