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A Change Of Pace	By : FJH Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Is this dancing? We�re hardly
doing more than turn in circles embracing each other. Any idiot could do
this�

I suppose I should be thankful,
though, that the first tune for us turns out to be slow. To ease me into this
position of intimacy with her, instead of throwing me.

My joints don�t want to give up
their perpetual rigidity. I just haven�t used these muscles enough, and I hope
she doesn�t find me a dull bore for it.

�Here. Like this,� she whispers,
and my worries are confirmed�she finds me too stiff for her liking. She sways littlittle, taking me with her. My first impulse, of course, is to stiffen even
more.

�Hey. Just let go. Like this.� Her
breath rushes past my earlobe, sending a shiver right to my very core. How
could just a whisper affect me so? I ask as I surrender to her lead,
putting, like her, a subtle twist in my body�s motion.

I tingle again as her handse
e
to rest on my upper back. She does not stroke me, but ever so often will push a
finger into my flesh. Her chin is tucked neatly above my collarbone, and her
scent is overwhelming�the perfume, the aldehyde and cream of her hair potion,
and something else, something indescribable and heady�possibly her body, her
skin. The touch of her earring against my neck makes me blink.

I remember I have hands. I start
to move them up and down her back, and I think I feel her reward me with tingles
of her own. My left hand comes to rest at the small of her back, and I
definitely feel her shiver then. I run my hand up and down, not moving more than
a few inches, and then I gasp as her tongue teases its way along my ear,
flicking the thin crevices� I�ll get her back for that.

I keep my left hand where it is,
and use my right to give her trim waist a gentle squeeze. I slide my right hand
lower, over the swell of her hips, and I�m feeling wicked, I spread my fingers
out to knead the resilient cheek� Now it�s her turn to gasp, and I know I have
taken things too far. I drop my hands to my sides and curse inwardly, not
wanting to look at her� but I can�t resist, and to my surprise I find she is
giggling. I find this strangely reassuring.

Her smile broadens and I feel her
snake her arms around my waist. I embrace her again, taking care not to play any
games this time, even though she was not perturbed. She lowers one of her hands
to caress the base of my spine�and flame sparks within me. She�s holding back
just enough to be discreet, while giving me unbelievable pleasure whether she
knows it or not. Hot, then cold, then shaking, the sensations run through my
body� And we have not lost our step this entire time.

My eyelids feel heavy, misted, as
I raise my head to look at her and see an expression of such welcome and
tenderness that I swallow. Even here, in the distorting light� I close my eyes
and lean forward, my lips touching hers, and her arms tighten as she responds to
me�me alone�

�Get a room!� scoffs a man next to
us. I realize the tune has changed to a fast tempo again. Damn. Another moment
gone.

�Never mind him. He�s just being
rude,� she says. �I don�t like this song anyway.� She motions us off the dance
floor, pressing her arm to my back, and I notice that a lot of the people
sitting off to the side are kissing and caressing. Have they no shame?
Wait�neither have I. Or her�We find a somewhat empty space and continue our
slow dance. She puts her arms around my waist again and pulls me to her. I can�t
open my eyes at first. We are moving very slowly in a circle again, probably
looking like two hugging zombies. But when I finally open my eyes and catch
hers, I see a most unzombielike heat radiating from them. Even in the
less-than-half light, I can see their color�sizzling, smoldering brown. And
those eyes are on me alone.

Part of me rebels then. When did I
ever say I wanted her? Didn�t I know what sh>mea>meant when she said she
wanted us to spend more �special� time together? What have I gotten
myself into? This may be your last chance to change your mind, if you decide
you don�t want this�

�Oh, wait, can we please dance to
this one? Please, Severus.� Any chance I may have had�to close our distance or,
conversely, to bolt�evaporates in thnstanstant, with these words. I raise my
eyes to hers again, and they are still sizzling, but with more childlike
enthusiasm this time and less passion. How many more moments can you stand to
lose before you have a heart attack, Severus? And miles away from any competent
mediwizard most likely�

But the arm that leads me out
there feels very un-childlike� it�s smooth and graceful in its insistence,
compelling, and yes, passionate.

She abruptly turns around to face
me, her arm outstretched and clasping my hand, her other arm hanging at her
side. Her head is slightly thrown back.

�My dear Professor Snape,� she
says giving her best Mona-Lisa smile, �May I please have this dance?� And I lose
the last bit of resistance I�ve possessed. My free hand comes around to encircle
her waist again as the cadence of the song changes.

We break into a deeper-stepping
version of a two-step. She, of course, is leading. Curiously, she seems patient
with me, not demanding. I am actually moving more smoothly than I ever would
have thought possible. Taking advantage of my greater confidence, I decide to
control things for a while, taking one of her hands and holding it off to the
side about a third of the way out, then turning us in circles again. To a more
experid dad dancer, I must look like I definitely do not know what I�m doing,
but I do not care. Not about anything but how she feels.

After a few complete revolutions I
look at her. Her eyes are sparkling and unless I miss my guess, she is
pleasantly surprised. She likes it when I�m in control.

I then stretch out my arm
tango-style, the one clasping her hand. Our eyes meet again, and her arm
tightens around my waist. I�ve always wanted to do this even though I�ve only
watched it so far.

There�s not much I
know about you

Fear will always
make you blind

But the answer is in
clear view

It�s amazing what
you�ll find face to face�

Slowly, carefully, I lead off our
tango. I�m afraid I�ll step on her feet�but the soft smile on her face reassures
me that I�m doing an at least halfway decent job. She nudges me into putting a
lilt into my step like she is doing, and I find I can do it without breaking my
rhythm.

We move one line to the side, and
come back the other end�I know I�m supposed to do something with my arms at the
end of each line, that I missed last time. She answers for me, pulling my
extended arm up and doing a few pirouettes. The shirrs on her skirt make
enticing whorls before settling down around her waist again.

She starts having a little fun,
stomping on the floor, putting both hands on my waist and spinning us both
around, kicking her legs high. The latter in particular is starting to distract
me. I pull her closer, partly to try to get my concentration back, a goal she
thwarts when she presses her hips very close to mine, making me take a sharp
breaHer Her smile is positively naughty. What does she think she�s
doing?

I know how best to remedy that
situation. I pick her up. Tuck her under my arm, head down and feet up. A woman
isn�t really that heavy to lift if you distribute her weight properly. With one
hand grasping her waist and the other pressed against her back for stability, I
move us around in circles. �Ohhh�� I hear her say. I know now, I�ve gotten her
back. I hear myself chuckling as I continue to rotate.

She pulls the band from her hair
in mid-spin and her curls tumble down, flowing with the arc of her body. She
stretches out her arms and runs her fingers through her hair, until it falls
below her head in a thick, rippling cascade.

But when I faced you in my blank
confusion
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