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The New Life	By : lilith395 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 14593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: part two of the Muggle Christmas Ball at Hogwarts. I hope you guys enjoy it.

@ Claireena: Trust me, he's not ignorant, he's just got a serious case of denial....

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The Dance

It has been an hour. After finding Peeves the highly annoying rat-bastard chucking stuffed yams and pumpkins at the unsuspecting student body through the wards on the Great Hall, we have been chasing him through the castle for the last half of the afore mentioned hour. I truly wish I could just expel him from the grounds. Not in my power to do so, but one can dream. Though several of the other professors proposed to help us, it’s only me and the wolf who are now trying to lock the dastardly specter in something of a bubble for the remainder of the night. I do believe Remus is altogether enjoying this too much. With an insane grin on his face he runs through the corridors, trying to corner a ghost that can fly through walls. I follow them on my own pace.

“I don’t see the problem in dancing with her, Severus.” He yells over his shoulder.

Oh, right, and he has taken the opportunity to bother me about Granger.

“I don’t dance.” I groan back at him, quickly dodging another holiday-snack flying precariously close past my left ear.

Remus’ laughter floats around the corner from the next corridor. Hm, seventh-floor corridor. An idea pops into my overly active brain and I dash around the corner, flinging two hexes at the wall and one at the tapestry hanging opposite the door which has just materialized next to a stunned Remus, who has skidded to a halt.

“Duck” I yell, and he does, thankfully to his werewolf reflexes, just in time for the tapestry to whirl over his head, engulf Peeves and hurl itself into the room beyond. The door slams shut behind it.

“And stay there.” Remus mutters at the once again empty wall as he gets back up. He looks at me.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” He asks, genuinely bewildered.

“Because you were having too much fun.” I retort, and chuckle a bit as he bursts out laughing.

Halfway back down the revolving staircases he grabs my arm and stops me from moving. It’s such a shame I can’t win in a fight against a werewolf mere days before the full moon. I opt for a sneer.

“What?” I bite out.

“Why won’t you dance with her?” He asks. Merlin, not again.

“I. Do. Not. Dance.” I try to pull my arm out of his iron-like grasp. I fail. Bugger.

“Yes. You. Do.” he says, a small smile on his lips. “I remember you dancing at our own school balls. You could always dance a lot better than any of us. I remember James fuming over it for days on end after you danced with Lily the entire night in our forth year. You can’t honestly make me believe you have last your touch.”

I scowl at him some more. “So what if I do? I don’t want to dance with her. I just don’t.”

This earns me a laugh. “No, but I believe doing what you wish to do with her in the middle of a dance floor packed with underage students would be a little inappropriate.”

I frown. “What…?”

And it dawns on me. He thinks I want… Oh Gods… I make a disgusted sound low in my throat and proceed down the stairs, fuming. If he won’t let go, he’ll just have to follow along. Idiot.

Somewhere down the next flight of stairs, he transfers his hand to my shoulder, effectively turning me back around to face him.

“I don’t care what you think of it, Severus. It’s just a dance. She’s not asking you to be her boyfriend…” I snort in response. “She’s not even asking you for a night. She’s asking you to dance. It’s nothing.”

He bends down a little so we’re eye to eye without me having to look up at him. He knows I hate that. “Or are you going to prove her right about you being a coward?”

I scowl at him, and he smiles back. He knows he’s got me. I have no choice. I have to go down and do this. They have their hooks in me and I have no escape. Bugger. I don’t like feeling like this. It means I’m not in control anymore.

Without removing his hand from my shoulder, he starts leading me back into the direction of the Great hall. Oh hell. At least I can resign to this with some shred of dignity.

I pull my shoulder from his grasp and start stalking the halls the way I’m used to. He falls perfectly into step next to me. Descending the stairs, I silently wish I was wearing my robes. We look a lot less imposing in muggle attire.

She is waiting in the doorway to the Great hall. Her eyes follow our descend, flicking from me to the man on my right and back. Several students who still have a view of the staircase freeze, and I assume we do still have it, even without robes. I glance at Remus from the corner of my eyes, and can see him glance back at me. No second thoughts now, he won’t let me have them. Which means that if it goes badly, I get to blame him. He never fails to be a good friend.

I focus all of my attention on the witch in the doorway as I approach her. For one glance Remus’ eyes meet mine and we nod. Looking at her once more, we stalk past her into the Great hall.

Remus breaks off from me and moves across the dance-floor towards the band as I stop halfway there and whirl around to face her. She gazes back at me with big eyes, unsure of what I’ll do or say. I cannot blame her, I am not known for my tact.

Behind me the band starts playing a soft, slow, melodious tune, one perfect to dance to. I let the sound pass over me, through me and past me to reach her. As I reach out my hand, she takes a few small, hesitant steps towards me.

“Dance with me” I say, and she smiles. Gods, I hope I’m not going to regret this.

The moment her hand touches mine I pull her towards me, onto the dance floor.

“You asked for it” I hiss into her ear and I feel her shiver against my hold. With a smirk, I turn her around me, twirling her across the now abandoned dance-floor. The students have gathered around the colorful squares we waltz across, and I show not only her, but also everybody else in the school, what dancing truly is.

As one song ends and the next one picks up, I quickly scan the crowd for Remus. I spot him on the edge near the podium, in a heated discussion with Potter. I look down at the woman in my arms and incline my head towards them. She glances over and smiles.

“He likes him” She explains softly.

Potter? Who’d have known? I dance us a little closer and glare at Remus as he looks up. One small nod has him looking down at the boy next to him and I see him sigh. Ha, if you make me do it, I’ll make you. An eye for an eye, no? It is not long before not only Remus and Potter have joined us on the dance-floor, but more and more of the other staff and the students dare to join us. I look back down at the witch I am holding, and, when she looks away to glance at some of the other couples twirling around us, I smile. Fine, I’ll dance. She’s actually better than I would’ve expected.

We end the evening after sitting around one of the tables until the students have cleared out. Not our job to get them safely back to bed, so I’m definitely not doing it. What else do we appoint prefects for if not to do what we don’t feel like doing? The four of us drink our way well into the night, and when we go our separate ways towards our own beds, I remember something. I glance up the staircase where Potter is already halfway up towards his chambers and Remus is dutifully waiting for me to walk back towards our chambers, which just happen to be in the same corridor, and I call out.

“Professor Granger?”

She stops walking and turns around slowly, looking at me expectantly. I have no idea what she expects me to say, but this probably won’t be it.

“I would like to remind you of something.”

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips.

“We leave at nine tomorrow. Do not be late. I will drag your hung-over behind straight out of bed if you are. I will not tolerate tardiness on this trip.”

Leaving her in the middle of the corridor, I move up the stairs, a laughing Remus close on my heels. A quiet “insufferable bat” drifts up from the dungeon halls and I smile.

No matter how much I dread taking her on this trip, I find that some small, twisted part of me might actually enjoy it. If only it is to try my new insults on. It might actually prove to be amusing.

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