Waltzing Miss Hermione Granger

Waltzing Miss Hermione Granger!

He fumed angrily as he took several long, angry strides across the Entrance Hall. He flung the doors open wide to the Great Hall where there were all the Gryffindors from the fourth year up to the seventh year sitting on the benches by the looks on their faces they were told to expect him. Severus had a headache and this was the last thing he needed; he cursed the damn tournament; if the Ministry had just kept their big mouths shut he wouldn’t be in this mess right now.

The chatter stopped. Neville Longbottom felt something wet in his pants. He winced as he realised he just whizzed in his underwear. Snape didn’t even have to be in the room; poor Neville felt this happen even when Snape’s very name was mentioned. He quivered under the Potion Master’s baleful glare. Severus shut the doors with his wand.

Harry and Ron groaned.

“As long as he doesn’t expect me to dance with him,” Ron muttered. He had his eye on an extremely pretty fifth year.

“Shut up,” Hermione hissed.

Severus shook his head; it’s a pity this wasn’t an ordinary class. He could not put people in detention. He was not going to make it through this lesson; he knew that.

“As you are well aware; your esteemed Head of House is unwell. I am to take over this lesson. Hogwarts reputation is at stake; if it falls I think you know what that means?” he swept a gaze through the room. “I am sure not one of you would like to lose the reputation Hogwarts has of being the best school for Witchcraft and Wizardry in the world by displaying little to no knowledge of how to dance.”

Hermione lowered her eyes. She gulped a little. She was hoping that he wasn’t expecting anyone to dance with him. She had a different objection to Ron, though, as she had a crush on the dour man.

“I suppose that it’s too much to ask that one of you knows how to dance?” he asked. It was probably a stupid question.

Everyone exchanged awkward looks to each other. Hermione looked around and tentatively raised her hand. Severus saw it and rolled his eyes. Of course, he sighed. It had to be her, didn’t it?

“Yes, Miss Granger, and from what book did you gain your spurious knowledge of this art?”

Hermione blushed. Severus caught Potter staying Weasley by the hand whilst glaring at him; his green eyes sparkling all the hatred that a legion of Death Eaters could possess.

“No book, sir, my parents paid for dancing lessons when I was a little girl.”

Severus sneer curled slightly. This ought to be good. He could show her the difference between how a six year old clumsily waltzes to how a grown man waltzes with flair. He couldn’t wait for the reaction of the Gryffindors if he offered to partner up with her.

“Really?” he asked; he arched his eyebrow up and turned on his heel. “Well, show me what you can do.”

Hermione’s eyes widened. He wanted her to get up and dance in front of everyone? Why couldn’t he just answer her hand in Potions? She groaned inwardly and set aside her book bag. Lee Jordan shook his head and muttered to one of the twins:

“Poor girl. Perhaps I should save her?”

“Not on your life, Jordan,” Fred answered. “This is Snape we’re talking about here!”

Hermione turned to Ron and went to take his hand. Severus tilted his head to one side and a vicious smile spread across his mouth.

“Miss Granger,” he said. “Are you so incompetent that you can not go anywhere without your pet Weasley to follow you?”

Fred and George were this close to hexing the black bat no one insults their younger brother but them!

“No, Sir, I was just going to have Ron as my partner,” she replied.

He walked up to her and held out his hand. “I will be your partner, Miss Granger.”

Hermione’s mouth had gone dry. She could hear murmurs around the room; she was aware of a heavy susurration of many voices hissing their pity. She looked down on the floor. She didn’t dare look into his eyes; she maybe a Gryffindor, but she wasn’t stupid.

“Look into my eyes, Miss Granger, pretend I am your -,” he hesitated thinking about the sound of the word on his lips; he sighed as he said the word with distaste in his mouth; he hated ‘dates’ of both kinds. “Date, for the evening. Believe me, Miss Granger, he’d want you to look into his eyes.”

Hermione wished the ground would swallow her whole. There was nothing so ironic, as her date was almost a look-alike of the man that she was now near.

“Now, Miss Granger, show me what you can do.”

Hermione gulped slightly. Neville had managed to slide in between Harry and Ron:

“I feel so sorry for her right this moment in time,” he whispered.

“I think she should get a First Class Order of Merlin for this,” Ron answered truthfully. Harry said nothing; he was observing them. He was biting his lip.

“The bastard is enjoying this!” Kate whispered to Leanne.

“I am so pleased it isn’t me,” another girl said. All the girls all looked with pity at their friend; and all the boys looked at him ready to hex his balls off if the bat so much as tugs slightly hard on her hair.

Severus could feel the lion’s trait of Pride protection kick in. It was absolutely necessary that he be nice to her or else. He was sure that Dumbledore would be on the student’s side if he wasn’t, but then the Headmaster was a Gryffindor himself.

“It is rather essential that your arms be placed around my waist, I believe, Miss Granger.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” she stammered.

Oh gods, he groaned. He really wasn’t in the mood for this.

She stepped up to him so that she was tip to toe to him. She winced slightly as she felt his hard, steel capped boots against her rather thin school shoes. Severus knew he had to assure the trembling girl he had in front of him. He leant over and whispered in her ear:

“Miss Granger, I can assure you I do not like this any more than you do, but,” he quickly glanced around the room, “I can assure you also that you are the best of a bad bunch. Heaven forbid if Potter put his hand up!”

To his surprise, and a little to his delight, she giggled at his joke. He noticed a change in her attitude immediately. She stood up straight. Severus knew cloaks would be in the way so he took his off and it fell in a swirl amongst the crowd. She took the hint and removed hers. She smiled up at him and squared her shoulders. The quicker she got on with it the better.

She stepped up closer to him and placed an arm about his waist. A gasp rippled through the room. She was actually going to touch him. He took a hand in hers and swept her up in his embrace. He nodded to Filch to put the music on.

Filch put the record on and widened his eyes in surprise. He had always thought of the Granger girl as the more sensible of the students; in fact Filch had to say he rather liked her, especially as she was victim to the same curse that his precious Mrs Norris was under. She had even been instrumental in the discovery of the cause of it. To see his two favourite people getting along was a joy for the normally sour man.

Severus led Hermione along the waltz. He danced with her smoothly and effortlessly. She allowed herself to be led by him and followed his movements with effortless ease. He spun her and she landed against his chest without hurting him. He began to hold her marginally closer to him than she felt was necessary.

His hands though; were hot; and they spread deliciously up her stomach. Her breathing became ragged. She couldn’t believe it: What was happening to her knickers? She decided to keep focussed on the dance. The music on the album finished and Severus slowly let her go, and she rather reluctantly left his grasp. She had felt so – safe – in his arms.

He looked at the class. His dark eyes glittered at them, as if he was challenging them to make fun of him about that.

“Right!” he barked making them all jump out of their pants. “Now, you lot have had a fairly decent demonstration you should be able to follow through. I will partner you up and observe you all. If I see one correction it will not bode well for you,” he finished his speech landing his gaze back at Miss Granger who had just seated herself back where she was. “As you know what you are doing, Miss Granger, I want you to be my assistant on this.”

Hermione stood back up on her feet. She resisted the urge to preen at the obvious knowledge that she had impressed this hard to please man.

Severus had partnered all the boys together with the girls. This was going to be just wonderful.

It began with Neville Longbottom, as it always did. The girl Severus had partnered him up with kept yelling out obscenities as the lug kept treading on her toes. Potter, much to Snape’s amusement looked like Pinocchio as he was dancing rather mechanically; it looked as if Potter Sr. hadn’t passed his ‘irrepressible charm’ gene to the son, thank the stars for that! The only passable couple in the room was one of the Weasley Twins with a half cast girl, a Miss Johnson he thought she was called. It surprised him that a Weasley could dance.

He had to put a stop to this before it got out of hand. He bade them all sit down in no uncertain terms.

“Watch Miss Granger and I again; this time look at where we put our feet!”

Hermione glared at her fellow Gryffindors with hatred as she walked once more to dance with Snape. He took her hand and swept her up closer to his body than before. She wished her heart wasn’t beating so loud and that her body temperature was cool and stable to. The class watched agog as their most hated teacher was dancing beautifully with one of their most favourite person. Hermione didn’t know what to think.

~*~*~

Hermione had sat on the edge of her bed wondering about this afternoon. What had happened? One minute she was ordinary, bookish, Hermione Granger, that everybody didn’t know whether to love or hate. After a few short minutes with Professor Snape she had now begun to feel things that she knew she shouldn’t feel.

She had done some research in the library shortly after the lesson to find out what the exact meaning was of what had occurred to her; she was surprised at what it was that Professor Snape had done to her. He turned her on! That was a complete shock to her; her body was attracted to his. He would probably be disgusted at the very idea of turning a student on; particularly students like her.

She sighed. She finished rocking on her bed and fell on it screaming with frustration. How could that have happened? All he did was touch her on the stomach... and the waist, oh and her hips, and... Okay so maybe he knew exactly what he was doing! He would be appalled; she was sure of it.

~*~*~

Later that night Severus was sitting in his office rubbing his pulsing head. It was, as he predicted, a disaster. He smiled though at the thought of Miss Granger dancing in his arms. He never had a partner that could be led so smoothly or stayed in step with him. So, my little Know-It-All, he sighed. Not everything you know comes from books. That’s rather interesting.

He saw her taking Longbottom in hand as she always does and showed him how to dance. She came away five minutes later wincing slightly. He tutted and shook his head. When was the girl going to realise that Longbottom was nothing more than a dolt and no amount of help from her was going to change that.

He decided to be rather impersonal to the rest of the girls in the class. He certainly wouldn’t touch girls like Lavender Brown or Parvarti Patil. He would have to shower a full week before getting rid of the scent of their perfume. He smirked a little at the mild flowery scent of Hermione Granger; it was subtle, and that was just how it should be. He almost wished that he was fifteen years old again; he hated being fifteen.

He felt his arm pulse and he lifted his sleeve; it was showing again. It was insidiously making its presence known to him, reminding him of a past he could do well to forget. He scratched his arm for a while before lowering his sleeve and gritting his teeth to bear the pain.

He was about to get up when his door opened and Minerva McGonnagall stormed in angrily. He frowned, what had he done now?

“I’ve just a very distressed Miss Granger banging on my door!”

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “I can assure you I have done nothing to hurt the girl.”

“Did you forget you are a male before you danced with her?” McGonnagall sneered.

“What are you drivelling on about, woman?” he snapped.

“I will not be talked to that way, Severus Snape,” she shrieked. “She told me that you turned her on!” Minerva chewed on the modern phrase the way he would on a sour date.

Severus smirked at her. “It seems that the little Witch has some taste then. It is rather worrying that so many of your sweet but insipid Gryffindor girls tend to go for the equally dunderheaded Gryffindor boys.”

“I would not be like this if it were Draco Malfoy she was talking about, but you are a teacher!”

“Whatever the girl feels, or think she feels, about me is going to remain one-sided. I would do nothing to compromise a student. I take this job as seriously as you, dear Aunty.”

Minerva ground her teeth together before opening her mouth to reply.

“Make sure it remains that way, Severus, and don’t call me that again.”

“Why not? It’s what you are to me, do I repulse you that much?”

“Of course not,” Minerva sighed. “We don’t want the entire student body to know that we’re related,” she pursed her lips as she studied her nephew. “It would raise questions.”

“Understandable,” he purred. “If I did turn the silly know-it-all on then I can only apologise and it was unwittingly done.”

Minerva seemed to be slightly comforted by this. “Just watch it, Snape. I will not have you near her. I know of your past and I don’t want her embroiled in it!”

“Pardon me, aunty, but considering what she knows about me already and her association with Potter she is already slightly embroiled in my past. I promise not to embroil her further though, if I can help it!”

His colleague swept out of his office leaving him holding his head in his hands; and he shook it. This was great; he knew he must have done something to her during the dance but he didn’t think that he’d turn her on sexually. She’s just a child for crying out loud! What made McGonnagall think that he’d view that with enthusiasm? He had told her the truth, but now he knew her body was attracted to his in that way he didn’t like it. He had enough worries on his plate as it was.

~*~*~

Hermione woke up; she looked out of the window at The Burrow, it was three years later and her feelings for her Professor were still the way they were then. All she had to do when she lay her head down on her pillow was think of that time when she danced with her Potion’s Master. It was enough to make her feel warm; she sniffed the material imagining his cinnamon scent hanging on the material.

She had told no one else of how he had made her feel that one time; it was her secret. It was those feelings that had made her defend Snape still. Harry and Ron had long since given up on trying to explain to her that he must have had true hatred of Dumbledore all along to be able to kill him. Molly and Arthur backed up this statement who agreed with the boys about their assessment of the situation.

Still she sighed at the thought of Severus Snape dancing with her one last time.


A/N - This is going to be my first possible true attempt at PWP. If it ends up having Plot don't blame me! This is partially inspired by the Texas video and the dancing lesson in the GOF film.