Dark Dance

A/N: This is my very first time writing a story ever. I’m sure it will show , but still wanted to share and if anyone enjoys it then it was worth it. I want to thank Lori for beta ing it for me. Was a daunting task to be sure.


Disclaimer: I don’t own anything in the Harry Potter universe J K Rowling does. Just having some fun with it.

The Dance


Hermione Granger hummed to herself as she made her way down the fourth floor corridor past the library, her usual favorite place to be. She was in her final year of school at Hogwarts and had been relentlessly studying for exams with all the pressure and strain that came with them. She needed a release, a break away from it all to relieve the nervous tension, so she headed to what she now considered her haven of sorts.

Last holiday she had gone home to discover her parents had accepted an exchange student from the United States, Serena. At first Hermione was a little resentful and maybe a little jealous. Would Serena try to replace her while she was away at school? But the two became fast friends. In fact, Serena had become like a sister Hermione never had. It wasn't like she had many girl friends at school. It was a nice change to talk to another girl her age and discuss things other than Quidditch. Serena had a strange taste of music and was an exercise nut. It wasn’t long before she had Hermione dancing and stretching to the loud sounds pounding out of the boom box. It was actually quite refreshing. After hours of studying, her muscles would get cramped and achy from sitting for long periods of time. And after a session of stretches and dance steps she would feel invigorated and relaxed.


So as it was, when she returned to Hogwarts for her final year, she asked Professor Dumbledore for a room where she could play her music, practice her dance and exercise, where she would not disrupt anyone and have some privacy.

He had delightedly said, “I know just the perfect place for you Miss Granger. There is a private room just past the library on the fourth floor. A long time ago it was used for balls and dances, and some of the professors also used it as a social room. It’s a shame we no longer use it.“ He stared wistfully possibly remembering a dance he had attended in his youth, Hermione thought. Shaking his head and snapping back to the present he said “I will see that a house elf cleans and airs the room, since it has accumulated quite a bit of dust from not being used for so long. I am glad to see it put to some use. You may use it whenever you wish. The password is let me see its um,“ tapping a finger to his temple, “oh Phoenix Rising. That’s it, you may change it if you wish.”


So two weeks later, after a long day of studying she headed to her secret room, a book bag filled with her favorite CD’s and an enchanted CD player she had charmed to play them. She stood in front of the old wooden door and announced “Aetherius Locupletatus. She heard a click, turned the knob and walked through. “Ahh here at last ,“ she thought stepping into the room. It was a large room but not quite as big as the great hall. Which was why it probably wasn’t used for the Yule ball or other occasions anymore.

The room had a domed ceiling with four ornate columns that ran down forming a sort of square in the center of the room. There were two huge, beautiful stained glass windows made prisms of color dance about the room when the sun shone through them. The floor in the middle of the room was hardwood .A garishly red paisley kind of carpeting ran along the perimeter of the room Yet she didn’t care, she still loved it all the same it was her place, her secret room, her haven. Every inch of the walls were covered in mirrors and on closer inspection noticed there weren’t any seams, the mirror just wrapped around the room even in the rounded corners. It didn’t make sense but in the magical world anything is possible she thought.

She opened her bag and pulled out the CD player, she had shrunk to fit in her book bag. She cast a spell and it returned to its normal size. She set it up on a table on the door side of the room, pulled out ten of her favorite CD’s and placed them in the player, pushed play and let the music wash over her. The acoustics in the room were unbelievable. The music started fast; pounding drums then dropped and became melodic then fast again. She loved the peaks the music took, the intelligence and hidden meanings to the lyrics; it spoke to her soul. The music was dark, fast then slow, but passionate. She felt a release of her tensions flow out of her with the music, refreshing, releasing and relaxing. She went about doing her routine of stretching then began to try some new dance steps. She whirled and swayed to the music feeling light and free, not a care in the world when she danced. It was almost like meditation for her.
The tempo of the music picked up. Dark, passionate, raw heavy rock pounded out of the speakers and filled the room. So caught up in the music and the dance she didn’t notice the shocked expression on the ghost that floated near the other side of the room. Which hovered for a few minutes then quickly departed.


“Headmaster I have some most disturbing news,” said Sir Nicolas “ I was just floating my way through the library through the old ball room and came across a Gryffindor, our Head girl no less, listening to the most absurd, disturbing music I have ever had the misfortune to hear. It was very dark and evil I tell you! We must save her from such atrocities! She will turn to the dark side listening to such stuff I guarantee it!”

“Thank you, Sir Nicolas, thank you, calm yourself.” “ I doubt our Miss Granger is headed for the dark side.” Albus ,knowing Sir Nicolas’s flair for the dramatic, calmed the ghost as best he could, asked him to keep this information strictly between them and told him he would check into this strange music he heard.
Albus sighed hoping he wasn’t wrong in granting the girl the use of the room , that she wasn’t using it for dark purposes, but he didn't believe for a minute that she was, but it was always prudent to check things out.



Severus Snape sat at his desk rubbing his temples, a stack of papers he had been grading ,halfway finished lay atop his desk. “ Dunderheads! Idiots! he thought to himself. Most of the time he secretly enjoyed teaching and loved brewing potions, but still he would much rather be teaching DADA and giving the students a proper education with practical knowledge that would help them adjust to the real wizarding world. Yet today had been a trying day; Neville managed to blow up not one but two cauldrons and a first year had knocked down three vials of potions off the shelf in the supply cupboard.
The brat had detention with Filch for the week for his clumsiness and now Snape had to replace the potions that were ruined. They were somewhat complicated and time consuming. He thought he would like to assign someone a detention but who? Draco would be capable, but not wanting to mar his own house he decided against it. Draco was lazy anyway. Hmmmm, who else could I get to brew these. He thought of a few Ravenclaws who might be able to do an adequate job, but the perfectionist in him wanted the potions superb not just adequate. The one student he would consider brewing those, he grudgingly admitted to himself would be the bushy haired Miss know-it-all never fucks up Granger. He sat there thinking of ways he could get the chit a detention and figured it shouldn’t be that hard to do, considering the rule breaking dolts she kept company with. He had to admit he found her intelligence and thirst for knowledge refreshing, though he would never admit it out loud, mind you.

Suddenly there was a popping sound in the fireplace and in it appeared Albus’ head. “Severus sorry to interrupt, but if you are not busy could you please join me in my office.”
“Certainly Albus I am finished here for now anyway “ he said, wondering to himself, “What now?”.
Pinching some floo powder he was soon standing before the headmaster.
“Sit please, Severus.”

“You want me to what?” cursed Severus, after hearing what Albus had to say. “Surely, Albus ,shouldn’t Minerva be the one to have to check on her own head girl, why me?”


“Well, Severus as you know, you are in more of a position to judge if what Hermione is listening to can be construed as evil as Sir Nick put it, and be a tool in drawing her to the dark side. She may be brilliant but she is still young and impressionable even though she is considered to be an adult with the help of the time turner . There could be very disastrous results were she to turn, most importantly that one of her best friends is our Mr. Potter, need I say more? Believe me Severus I would do it myself, but alas I am getting way too old for the music these children listen to these days.”

“Very well Albus I will do it, what is it I need to do exactly?”

Severus made his way to Ms. Grangers “dance room” equipped with an invisibility charm, silencing charm and a strange looking brassy device Albus had given him, that when activated would resemble a piece of parchment. Scrolling in bright orange letters over the apparatus would be the lyrics to a song that was playing. Kind of a wizards version of a muggle karaoke machine.

After removing the wards and password, then resetting them, he opened the door to the room and groaned as the shock of red carpeting and garish decor hit him. * How very Gryffindor*

Looking for a comfortable spot to do his spying, he turned to his right and noticed roughly a dozen or so red padded chairs lined up against the wall. He took one of the chairs near the middle of the group, then rested the lyricgraph on the chair next to him, and waited.

He didn’t have to wait long before he heard a voice, then the click of a door open. In walked little miss know it all, turning to her left and walking over to a table she took out an object from her bag and transformed it into a strange looking boxlike device. She pulled out her wand and chanted some spell over it plus a sonorus charm and an eerie sound seemed to come from the thing.

Reaching for the lyricgraph he clicked on its button and out popped a halographic parchment.

Meanwhile Ms. Granger had taken off her robe and stood in the middle of the room in an outfit that looked more suited for the bedroom than for a workout and dance session. It was so form fitting it looked like it could be painted onto her skin. The bottoms looked no bigger than a pair of panties and a piece of material ran from each side to crisscross her breasts and down her back. And nice breasts he might add. Thinking when the hell did she get those? School robes definitely left a lot to the imagination. * Well this might not be so bad after all* he thought and settled in for the show.

Looking at the lyricgraph suddenly the words slowly ran across the parchment.

You think you're smart
You're not, it's plain to see
That you want me to follow
It's killing me let's see
You've got the gall
Come take it all

The jury is coming
Coming to tear me apart
All this bitching and moaning
Come on it's on

I'm trapped in this world
Lonely and fading
Heartbroke and waiting
For you to come
We are stuck in this world
That's not meant for me
For me

So what you got
One last shot
It seems to me
That you're not needed
Come on
It's killing me let's see
You got the gall
Come take it all

Hermione started her warm up doing head rolls and stretches swaying in time with the music. One of her favorite CD’s, a compilation of music from a movie she loved. They sang mostly of vampires and about not fitting in. It touched a chord in her to want to save these men from the loneliness and despair that the artists sang about. It reminded her of Victor, her first lover, he was so quiet and mysterious and vampire like. It was after they parted and went their own ways as usually first loves do, that she had found a fascination with the romantic side of vampires .She just couldn’t get her hands on enough literature, music and movies on the subject. It was also around that time when she first started to look at her Potions Master in a different way. She had awoke one morning from a very erotic dream, where Victor had morphed into Professor Snape right at her climax in the dream. She was shocked at first, but that day she’d had double Potions and found herself staring at him, engrossed in the confident way he moved, his silky voice and those gorgeous hands. He at first reminded her a lot of an older version of Victor. Lately she had found herself daydreaming of him as one of the men from her songs mysterious, passionate and intense. Someone worth saving. Now he was all she could think about, and Victor had become just a memory.

Severus scanned the words as they flashed across the parchment, “strange he thought, but nothing worth getting excited over”. Then the next song began.

I'm over it
You see I'm falling in a vast abyss
Clouded by memories of the past
At last I see


I hear it fading, I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them findingwaysways whining
Take my hand now be alive


You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone?

I'm over it
Why can't we be together? embrace it
Sleeping so long taking off the mask
At last I see


My fear is fading, I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them finding, always whining
Take my hand now be alive

He was actually starting to think this music wasn’t so bad and was ing ing his foot to it, and scowled after he realized he was doing so. He was also thinking to himself that he could relate to some of the lyrics, most specifically the line taking off the mask.

You fell away,
What more can I say?
The feelings evolved,
I won't let it out,
I can't replace...
Your screaming face,
Feeling the sickness inside

Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine…
We'll be fine…
Then your body will be mine

So many words
Can't describe my face
This feeling's evolved
So soon to break out
I can't relate
to a happy state
feeling the blood run inside

Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine…
We'll be fine…
Then your body will be mine

Why is everything so fucking hard for me?
Keep me down to what you think I should be!
Must you tempt me and provoke the ministry?

Keep on trying I’ll not die so easily

I will not die…

Why is everything so fucking hard for me?

I will not die…

Why is everything so fucking hard for me?

I will not die…

Why won't you die?
Your blood is mine….
We'll be fine….
Then your body will be mine

Ok now this was a little disturbing, especially the part about provoking the ministry. Were these artists really wizards? The Lyricgraph had a save feature he would have to go over that one later.
Having been distracted with the lyricgraph. Severus finally looked up at what Ms. Granger was doing now.

She had moved closer over to where he was sitting watching herself do her dance steps in the mirror. She was roughly twelve feet away. A very sensuous more upbeat song began to come from the box. She got closer to the mirror and he could see a shy, sexy smile flash across her face. Sexy? Where did that come from he wondered? Suddenly she started to move in ways that made him shift uncomfortably in his chair and was the room getting warmer or is it just me he thought”
She started to run her hands up her thighs swaying her hips to the music, moving her hands to her sides and up twirling and gyrating to the sounds. He had seen strippers in his days as a death eater, and this little number she was doing could put some to shame he thought.
Next she walked over to the table and picked up her robe. Thinking to himself.. Well that wasn’t so bad; she's done already. He clicked off the lyricgraph and slipped it in his robe pocket then sat to wait for her to shrink her noise box and put it away. Then he would wait for her to leave and make his escape.

But it wasn’t meant to be, instead she grabbed her robe and walked over to where she did her little tease dance and laid it on the floor. She took her wand and transfigured it into some kind of a thin mattress and stood looking up at one of the stained glass windows above the mirrors. Flicking her wand at the window she said Alohamora and the window latch released and the huge panel opened to let in a blinding stream of sunlight that left a patch on the floor about ten feet across and tiny dust motes flickering in the air.

*She is not going to undress right here? Right now in front of me!* Severous thought as he watched Hermione reach for the strap of her outfit on her shoulder and start to pull one then the other down revealing the most perfect breasts he had ever seen. “Oh Merlin yes she is.” She then proceeded to peel the rest of her suit off and set it next to the manstanstantly his trousers began to get very uncomfortable. She looked like a goddess standing there stretching her hands above her head in all her naked glory. Hermione then lay down and stretched out on her makeshift mat and basked in the sunshine pouring through the window. Oh heavenly, she thought. The sun felt so warm and purifying, she was so relaxed. Soon her hands started to slide down her sides and thighs, they came up and she cupped her breasts and gave them a squeeze, she pinched her nipples and circled them with the tips of her fingers.

This cannot be happening Severus thought almost in a panic, a flash of desire so strong shot straight down to his shaft making his balls contract at the sight before him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a response that strong , if ever, he thought, considering his next to celibate lifestyle of late. He knew he should probably look away, he felt like a dirty old voyeur watching his student getting her self off in the middle of the floor, but he couldn’t for the life of him pry his eyes away.
She was starting to make little moaning sounds in her throat, she next took her finger and put it deep in her mouth, simulating oral sex, she wetted her finger then reached between her thighs and started to slowly stroke herself with one hand while still holding and squeezing her breast with the other. Several agonizing minutes of this went by until he started to hear her breathing become faster and her movements of her hand on her clit became more frantic. Her hips starting to lift off the floor.. Oh gods ! Yes! She hissed between her teeth as she writhed on the floor her body jerking and spasming to her orgasm.

Oh gods! He was ready to burst his cock straining hard, wanting to be the one to do that to her, imagining himself between them thighs and riding her to the peak of that climax. It took all his self-control to just stay put.
.
He shifted on the chair and suddenly to his horror the lyricgraph had slipped out of his pocket and clattered on the floor, making a horrendous sound to his ears and wincing, as it seemed it would never stop. He went to make a grab for it and ended up knocking it out of his field of invisibility “oh shit”.

Who’s there? Hermione jumping up from her mattress changing it back into her robe and quickly covering herself yelled again “who’s there dammit?” ‘”Show yourself! Clutching her robe and holding her wand in front of her she made her way to the object lying on the floor.
Cautiously bending to pick it up she grabbed it then moved back a few steps and studied the object. She had never seen any thing like it. “Where, or who did this come from.” she thought.
Feeling really uneasy now she said again “who’s there?” She slipped her arms through her robes and slowly made her way towards the chairs. And made a lunge at them, thinking maybe Ron and Harry thought it would be funny to spy on her in the invisibility cloak, swung her arms and came into contact with something warm and solid. “All right you guys this isn’t funny take the damn cloak off now!”

Severus realizing he was fucked regardless and removed the invisibility spell.

“Oh My Gods it’s you! she gasped.

“I believe you have something of mine Ms. Granger.”

“What the hell do you think you are doing Professor? Why were you spying on me?”

“I can explain..

“Never mind, I don’t think I want to know” embarrassed by the whole situation, she stomped over to her noise box shrunk it then put it in her bag, he could see she was upset and rightly so, and she was mumbling under her breath the whole time.

She grabbed her bag and marched over to where he still stood and said “ did you enjoy the show professor? , I hope so.. because do you know who I was thinking about over there?

“Ms. Granger I couldn’t care less what adolescent idiot boy youse tse to fantasize over...”

She cut him off, grabbed his hand and slammed the lyricgraph into it, looked him right in the eye leaned in and whispered “You... professor.”

She then walked past him and out the door.

And left a flustered Potions Master with his mouth hanging open, speechless for once in his life.