Dare to Dance
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Adult ++
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Dare to Dance
Disclaimer: Alas, the world of Harry Potter is not mine. JKR dreamed it up before I ever had a chance. Anything character you recognize belongs to her.
ALSO... This story was inspired by a one shot that was written by Melisande88. The name of the fan-fiction was, “I Don’t Dance, But Thank You for Asking,” I liked it so much that after I read it, a certain plot-bunny began to take shape in my head. I wrote her and asked her permission to allow my plot-bunny to go free and she gave me the go ahead, so I went ahead...
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Chapter 1 ***The Dare***
Hermione sat frozen to the seat. Her heart pounded in rhythm with the music. Ginny and Lavender sat on either side of her with expectant looks on their faces. Harry sat beside Ginny, watching her with a raised eyebrow. Ron held Lavender’s hand and smirked in Hermione’s direction before telling Harry, “She isn’t going to do it. Even if she has to choose her other option, she would rather do that, I’d wager, than dance with that greasy bastard."
Choice! She rolled her eyes before glancing between her two choices. This isn't a choice! This is humiliating! Her mind wandered back to the previous evening. It had been a celebration of two things, really: The defeat of Voldemort and the reappearance of Dumbledore. He had not died at Snape's hands. But instead, it had been an elaborate trick, thought up by the two of them to make the Dark Lord careless.
It had worked. Severus Snape had reappeared at the school at the same time Albus Dumbledore had. They had briefed Harry, Ron, and herself on the situation and their plan. Harry had confronted the Dark Lord with Hermione and Ron at his side. Severus had turned on him at the last moment, and between their four wands, the Avada Kedavra’s aim had been true.
During the celebration, which had eventually died down to just Harry, Ron, Ginny, Lavender and Hermione, she had just a little too much to drink. Ron had teased her unmercifully that she had never indulged herself in sexual relations with anyone.
She had scoffed and told him that she was far more worldly than he was. Yes, she thought with a shake of her head. You sure got yourself into a mess, didn’t you? Now, because of her boasting that she was far more worldly than Ron, she had two choices. Either snog Draco Malfoy senseless or ask the greasy git to dance at the Celebration Ball.
Looking between the two, Hermione felt the urge to go bury herself beneath the Whomping Willow. Draco stood close to Parkinson. The two of them only had eyes for each other. It was obvious to see. If she dared to kiss him right now, then it was a definite that she would be hexed ten different ways to Sunday.
Her gaze moved to Professor Snape. He stood alone, leaning against the far wall, watching the couples dancing with a kind of detached interest. He had been missing from the wizarding world for most of this last year. It was understandable that after it was believed that he had killed the Headmaster, he would have to go into hiding.
Hermione found herself staring at him. His hair had grown longer in his absence. He also seemed larger than he had before. She wondered if he had put on a few pounds while away from Hogwarts? She noted with a smile that it suited him. The hair, although still straight, seemed far healthier. His clothes were missing his usual teaching robes that he had always worn for as long as she could remember.
His wardrobe was still a black ensemble, but it seemed that instead of hanging over his tall, thin form, it clung to him in all the right places. She took in the slacks that fit like a glove over his lower body, and the black button-down shirt that was open at the neck, revealing just a hint of curly black chest hair. She felt a pain in her chest as it became difficult for her to breathe for a moment.
She felt rather shocked at herself.. Was she really finding the Potions master attractive? There was something in his stance that she had never noticed before. As if he felt her eyes on him, he turned his face towards her, his eyes finding hers and returning her appraisal openly before he raised an eyebrow and looked back to the dance floor.
“Like I said,” Ron interrupted her reverie, “She won’t do it. She doesn’t have the pluck to do either task, if you ask me.” She didn’t miss his smirk in her direction before he added, “If it doesn’t have to do with reading out of a book, she doesn’t know how to do it.”
Anger made Hermione fairly tremble. Ron was just being cruel. This whole dare he had masterminded to corner her had nothing to do with her knowledge of kissing or dancing. Instead, it was his desire for revenge for turning him down when he had tried to gain more from her than a simple friendly kiss.
She had cared deeply for Ron. Deeper than plain friendship at one point. But he had continually chosen to share his affection with someone else. He always chose to be with someone else. Then, the night before the face-off with Voldemort, she had witnessed him sharing a rather intimate moment with Lavender, only to turn to her once the other girl was gone and use the same pitiful lines on her.
With a silent glare in his direction, Hermione stood, and with a deep breath, began her journey across the dance floor to the side of the dreaded Potions master. As she drew nearer, she felt her nerve falter. Memories of his cruel behaviors when she was younger made her wonder what kind of craziness she was submitting herself to.
Just do it, Hermione! she scolded herself quietly. Just go ask him. Let him turn you down. Then return to your seat and know that all you had to do was ask. Her eyes made another sweep of his body as she drew closer to him. But when she reached his side, words failed her, and she just stood there, taking in the width of his shoulders, the length of his hair, the
obsidian shade of his eyes as they turned to her expectantly. His scent was sandalwood. The smell filled her nostrils, making her knees weak.
Her eyes widened when she realized he was returning her stare. Her mouth opened and moved, but no words came. Oh God! Don’t freeze! ‘Mione, don’t freeze, she told herself inwardly even as she forced herself to take yet another step toward him.
Snape’s eyebrow rose, and he looked her trembling form over from head to toe before asking in his low, soft voice, “Miss Granger? Were you going to ask something, or simply stare like a dimwit?”
Brought back to her senses by his words, Hermione gave herself a mental shake, and answered. “Uhm... Yes, sir, actually... I was going to ask... if perhaps you might... That is would you... Sir, would you like to dance?” There! The words were out! All he has to do is just look down his nose at you and refuse like you know he will. Then you will be free to return to your seat with no humiliation for your attempt to satisfy Ron’s dare.
The dark wizard looked at her and shook his head. “I am here in the capacity of chaperone, Miss Granger. And even if I were not, I don’t dance.” The barest hint of a smile touched his lips before he added, “But I do thank you for having the courage to ask.”
Hermione found herself very nearly smiling as well and opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off when a very besotted, drunken Professor Trelawney stumbled straight into Professor Snape’s opposite side. “There yoou are, yoou beautifuul hunk of a whizzard... Do you haf any ideaa how long I haf wanted to gett you alonnnee?”
Severus turned an almost horrified look upon the witch who was groping him and tried to extract himself from her grasp. “Madam, I assure you, the feeling is not mutual.” He looked over the tippler with some trepidation. He was always trying to avoid Trelawney.
Hermione had started to turn to go; but recognition of the obvious horror her former professor must feel, she turned back. Pushing her own fears aside, she stepped closer and helped remove the witch from Snape’s person. “Forgive me, Professor, but Professor Snape just agreed to teach me the waltz.” When the elder witch stepped away, Hermione clasped his elbow with her small hand and dared a huge smile up at her somewhat dumbfounded professor. “I think this song is a slow but steady enough beat for just such a dance, don’t you?”
He looked back at her for a moment, and she feared he might refuse her help, but instead, he returned her smile and fully offered her his arm. “Yes, you are quite correct, Miss Granger.” When she took his arm, he glanced back at the drunken witch. “If you will excuse us, Trelawney,” he said softly as he pushed past her, leading Hermione to the dance floor.
A slow tremor pulsed through Hermione’s stomach as she let Snape lead her to the dance floor. When he turned and placed a hand at her waist, then offered the other to take her hand, she found herself swept up into the strongest arms she had ever been held in. Slowly at first, he led her through some simple steps. “You already know the waltz,” he observed blandly as he led her.
Hermione found herself smiling. “I’ve taken lessons every summer since I was twelve. I know most of the ballroom dances.” She felt the blush rise on her cheeks even as she added, “Although I am a bit rusty since I lack a regular partner.”
Suddenly, the music changed, and Hermione, thinking the dance was over, began to pull away, only to find herself swept back into the wizard’s arms. The dance steps were the tango. Her breath caught as Severus dipped her low, almost bending her in half, before rising and pulling her after him.
A gasp escaped her as he spun her around the floor in a move that was a classic Tango step. Giving herself over to his lead, she let him guide her in the most intimate dance that could have been shared between a man and woman. Their bodies touched in suggestive ways, leaving little to each other’s imaginations as to the contours of their bodies. With a surprised smile, she looked up into the eyes of her Potions master, only to find a look she had never seen in his eyes before. His body molded to hers in the intimate parts of the dance.
Captivated, she found herself following his lead as the dance floor emptied of the other couples. She knew that everyone was circled around the dance floor, watching the two of them with a mixture of shock and awe. Severus led her through the steps, dominating her the way a true ballroom dance partner was supposed to.
She found herself being drawn into the passion of the dance, and when it ended, both of them were winded and grasping each other as those around them stared in stunned silence before overwhelmingly loud applause erupted around the room. When he stepped away from her, he still held her hand as his dark eyes bore into hers.
Stepping closer to her, he whispered in a low voice. “Well, perhaps since we both know the steps, you would consider me a proper partner? I rather enjoy dancing...” His eyes searched hers. “When my partner knows the steps.” Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss in the palm of her hand before turning and striding from the dance floor, leaving a room full of stunned wizards and witches staring after him.
One witch in particular stood in the center of the dance floor, stunned expression on her face as she stared at the palm of her hand where Severus Snape had pressed a kiss into her palm. A slow smile spread across her face as she remembered his parting words. He had danced with her. And if she had understood him correctly, he intended to do it again. Hermione smiled as the thought came to her. Hopefully it would be sometime soon.
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A/N: I so loved Melisande88's story that she inspired my own muse to nip at my heels to begin writing this story as well as Mirror's Reflection. This, however is not a one-shot, but a full, in depth story... Chapter 2 should be on the way soon.
Please read and review!
ALSO... This story was inspired by a one shot that was written by Melisande88. The name of the fan-fiction was, “I Don’t Dance, But Thank You for Asking,” I liked it so much that after I read it, a certain plot-bunny began to take shape in my head. I wrote her and asked her permission to allow my plot-bunny to go free and she gave me the go ahead, so I went ahead...
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Chapter 1 ***The Dare***
Hermione sat frozen to the seat. Her heart pounded in rhythm with the music. Ginny and Lavender sat on either side of her with expectant looks on their faces. Harry sat beside Ginny, watching her with a raised eyebrow. Ron held Lavender’s hand and smirked in Hermione’s direction before telling Harry, “She isn’t going to do it. Even if she has to choose her other option, she would rather do that, I’d wager, than dance with that greasy bastard."
Choice! She rolled her eyes before glancing between her two choices. This isn't a choice! This is humiliating! Her mind wandered back to the previous evening. It had been a celebration of two things, really: The defeat of Voldemort and the reappearance of Dumbledore. He had not died at Snape's hands. But instead, it had been an elaborate trick, thought up by the two of them to make the Dark Lord careless.
It had worked. Severus Snape had reappeared at the school at the same time Albus Dumbledore had. They had briefed Harry, Ron, and herself on the situation and their plan. Harry had confronted the Dark Lord with Hermione and Ron at his side. Severus had turned on him at the last moment, and between their four wands, the Avada Kedavra’s aim had been true.
During the celebration, which had eventually died down to just Harry, Ron, Ginny, Lavender and Hermione, she had just a little too much to drink. Ron had teased her unmercifully that she had never indulged herself in sexual relations with anyone.
She had scoffed and told him that she was far more worldly than he was. Yes, she thought with a shake of her head. You sure got yourself into a mess, didn’t you? Now, because of her boasting that she was far more worldly than Ron, she had two choices. Either snog Draco Malfoy senseless or ask the greasy git to dance at the Celebration Ball.
Looking between the two, Hermione felt the urge to go bury herself beneath the Whomping Willow. Draco stood close to Parkinson. The two of them only had eyes for each other. It was obvious to see. If she dared to kiss him right now, then it was a definite that she would be hexed ten different ways to Sunday.
Her gaze moved to Professor Snape. He stood alone, leaning against the far wall, watching the couples dancing with a kind of detached interest. He had been missing from the wizarding world for most of this last year. It was understandable that after it was believed that he had killed the Headmaster, he would have to go into hiding.
Hermione found herself staring at him. His hair had grown longer in his absence. He also seemed larger than he had before. She wondered if he had put on a few pounds while away from Hogwarts? She noted with a smile that it suited him. The hair, although still straight, seemed far healthier. His clothes were missing his usual teaching robes that he had always worn for as long as she could remember.
His wardrobe was still a black ensemble, but it seemed that instead of hanging over his tall, thin form, it clung to him in all the right places. She took in the slacks that fit like a glove over his lower body, and the black button-down shirt that was open at the neck, revealing just a hint of curly black chest hair. She felt a pain in her chest as it became difficult for her to breathe for a moment.
She felt rather shocked at herself.. Was she really finding the Potions master attractive? There was something in his stance that she had never noticed before. As if he felt her eyes on him, he turned his face towards her, his eyes finding hers and returning her appraisal openly before he raised an eyebrow and looked back to the dance floor.
“Like I said,” Ron interrupted her reverie, “She won’t do it. She doesn’t have the pluck to do either task, if you ask me.” She didn’t miss his smirk in her direction before he added, “If it doesn’t have to do with reading out of a book, she doesn’t know how to do it.”
Anger made Hermione fairly tremble. Ron was just being cruel. This whole dare he had masterminded to corner her had nothing to do with her knowledge of kissing or dancing. Instead, it was his desire for revenge for turning him down when he had tried to gain more from her than a simple friendly kiss.
She had cared deeply for Ron. Deeper than plain friendship at one point. But he had continually chosen to share his affection with someone else. He always chose to be with someone else. Then, the night before the face-off with Voldemort, she had witnessed him sharing a rather intimate moment with Lavender, only to turn to her once the other girl was gone and use the same pitiful lines on her.
With a silent glare in his direction, Hermione stood, and with a deep breath, began her journey across the dance floor to the side of the dreaded Potions master. As she drew nearer, she felt her nerve falter. Memories of his cruel behaviors when she was younger made her wonder what kind of craziness she was submitting herself to.
Just do it, Hermione! she scolded herself quietly. Just go ask him. Let him turn you down. Then return to your seat and know that all you had to do was ask. Her eyes made another sweep of his body as she drew closer to him. But when she reached his side, words failed her, and she just stood there, taking in the width of his shoulders, the length of his hair, the
obsidian shade of his eyes as they turned to her expectantly. His scent was sandalwood. The smell filled her nostrils, making her knees weak.
Her eyes widened when she realized he was returning her stare. Her mouth opened and moved, but no words came. Oh God! Don’t freeze! ‘Mione, don’t freeze, she told herself inwardly even as she forced herself to take yet another step toward him.
Snape’s eyebrow rose, and he looked her trembling form over from head to toe before asking in his low, soft voice, “Miss Granger? Were you going to ask something, or simply stare like a dimwit?”
Brought back to her senses by his words, Hermione gave herself a mental shake, and answered. “Uhm... Yes, sir, actually... I was going to ask... if perhaps you might... That is would you... Sir, would you like to dance?” There! The words were out! All he has to do is just look down his nose at you and refuse like you know he will. Then you will be free to return to your seat with no humiliation for your attempt to satisfy Ron’s dare.
The dark wizard looked at her and shook his head. “I am here in the capacity of chaperone, Miss Granger. And even if I were not, I don’t dance.” The barest hint of a smile touched his lips before he added, “But I do thank you for having the courage to ask.”
Hermione found herself very nearly smiling as well and opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off when a very besotted, drunken Professor Trelawney stumbled straight into Professor Snape’s opposite side. “There yoou are, yoou beautifuul hunk of a whizzard... Do you haf any ideaa how long I haf wanted to gett you alonnnee?”
Severus turned an almost horrified look upon the witch who was groping him and tried to extract himself from her grasp. “Madam, I assure you, the feeling is not mutual.” He looked over the tippler with some trepidation. He was always trying to avoid Trelawney.
Hermione had started to turn to go; but recognition of the obvious horror her former professor must feel, she turned back. Pushing her own fears aside, she stepped closer and helped remove the witch from Snape’s person. “Forgive me, Professor, but Professor Snape just agreed to teach me the waltz.” When the elder witch stepped away, Hermione clasped his elbow with her small hand and dared a huge smile up at her somewhat dumbfounded professor. “I think this song is a slow but steady enough beat for just such a dance, don’t you?”
He looked back at her for a moment, and she feared he might refuse her help, but instead, he returned her smile and fully offered her his arm. “Yes, you are quite correct, Miss Granger.” When she took his arm, he glanced back at the drunken witch. “If you will excuse us, Trelawney,” he said softly as he pushed past her, leading Hermione to the dance floor.
A slow tremor pulsed through Hermione’s stomach as she let Snape lead her to the dance floor. When he turned and placed a hand at her waist, then offered the other to take her hand, she found herself swept up into the strongest arms she had ever been held in. Slowly at first, he led her through some simple steps. “You already know the waltz,” he observed blandly as he led her.
Hermione found herself smiling. “I’ve taken lessons every summer since I was twelve. I know most of the ballroom dances.” She felt the blush rise on her cheeks even as she added, “Although I am a bit rusty since I lack a regular partner.”
Suddenly, the music changed, and Hermione, thinking the dance was over, began to pull away, only to find herself swept back into the wizard’s arms. The dance steps were the tango. Her breath caught as Severus dipped her low, almost bending her in half, before rising and pulling her after him.
A gasp escaped her as he spun her around the floor in a move that was a classic Tango step. Giving herself over to his lead, she let him guide her in the most intimate dance that could have been shared between a man and woman. Their bodies touched in suggestive ways, leaving little to each other’s imaginations as to the contours of their bodies. With a surprised smile, she looked up into the eyes of her Potions master, only to find a look she had never seen in his eyes before. His body molded to hers in the intimate parts of the dance.
Captivated, she found herself following his lead as the dance floor emptied of the other couples. She knew that everyone was circled around the dance floor, watching the two of them with a mixture of shock and awe. Severus led her through the steps, dominating her the way a true ballroom dance partner was supposed to.
She found herself being drawn into the passion of the dance, and when it ended, both of them were winded and grasping each other as those around them stared in stunned silence before overwhelmingly loud applause erupted around the room. When he stepped away from her, he still held her hand as his dark eyes bore into hers.
Stepping closer to her, he whispered in a low voice. “Well, perhaps since we both know the steps, you would consider me a proper partner? I rather enjoy dancing...” His eyes searched hers. “When my partner knows the steps.” Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss in the palm of her hand before turning and striding from the dance floor, leaving a room full of stunned wizards and witches staring after him.
One witch in particular stood in the center of the dance floor, stunned expression on her face as she stared at the palm of her hand where Severus Snape had pressed a kiss into her palm. A slow smile spread across her face as she remembered his parting words. He had danced with her. And if she had understood him correctly, he intended to do it again. Hermione smiled as the thought came to her. Hopefully it would be sometime soon.
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A/N: I so loved Melisande88's story that she inspired my own muse to nip at my heels to begin writing this story as well as Mirror's Reflection. This, however is not a one-shot, but a full, in depth story... Chapter 2 should be on the way soon.
Please read and review!