The food section? Not there. Near Fred and George? Not there either. With Harry? Nope. With his hopes falling and fear increasing by the minute, Ron finally found Emily... at the dance floor?  She was obviously drunk, but she didn't drink any alcohol, Ron was with her... Then, it hit him. Lemon juice. She drank lemon juice, and she had told him once about how lemon juice hits her system differently. And 'Dance the Night' by Dua Lipa was playing, and Ron just knew she was going to dance. The song started, and just as he had thought, Emily stumbled forward, clapping her hands to the beat. And, she started dancing. You would think, in 2 years of dating, he might've seen her dance at least once. But, nope. This was the first time he saw his girlfriend dance. He was stunned. She had always told him that she couldn't dance, but here she was, dropping killer moves and moving like she was dancing on air. He stared at her like he hadn't seen her in years. 

After what seemed like hours, the song ended. He immediately rushed to grab some water for her and gave it to her. After she drank some water, her eyes widened in surprise and she asked, "Did- did I actually dance like that?". He nodded yes, grinning. She slapped a hand to her mouth, and looked at Ron like, 'Are you sure that was me?'. He grinned even more and tackled her in a hug. Emily was too stunned to do anything. Then, she finally seemed to process what had happened and hugged him back. "Now say that you can't dance and I'll chop your tongue off," he mumbled, kissing her neck.