I don't own Harry Potter or much of anything else.
This story takes place during Harry's sixth year.

Everyone just settled down, first years have just been sorted and everyone is waiting for Dumbledore to give his beginning of the year speech. Suddenly a pretty young woman with brown hair with red highlights and green eyes opened the doors of the Great Hall wearing muggle clothes. She smiled and walked up to the teachers table. She stopped by Dumbledore and said something to him and took a seat next to Hagrid.
"Who's that?" Harry asked Hermonie.
"No clue," she answered.
Dumbledore stood up "It's time for another year at Hogwarts. I hope that we all learn a little more this year. The Forbidden Forest is off limits. This year we have two new teachers first there is Professor Hecate is the new defense against the dark arts teacher and Professor Midkiff is the new dance teacher. This year all students are required to take dance this year." Professor Hecate was a greasy, slimy man that made Snape look nice.
"Dance!"Hermonie cried. "Why do we have to take dance"
"You're telling me," Ron grumbled.
"Hey look at it this way how can we have homework in a dance class," Harry shrugged.

"Good morning class," Professor Midkiff was sitting on her desk as the Gryffindors and Slytherins walked in. "This is the biggest joke I've ever heard. Dance class. Ha, just wait until my father hears about this," Draco sneered.
"Your father has no authority at Hogwarts have you not realized that by now. Now if everyone is done criticizing my passion can we have class"
"We'll see"
"Five points from Slytherin"
"What"
"Fine Mr. Malfoy ten. Now sit down or it'll be fifty. Like it or not I am a professor and I will be grading you and seeing as not everyone is naturally graceful the majority of your grade will be the way you interact with your partners and me. But please call me Missy"
"Why do we have to learn dance?" Hermonie asked.
"Did Dumbledore feel sorry for you?" Malfoy sneered.
"You don't know when to shut up do you boy? Maybe he did, maybe my grandfather did feel sorry me. Yes Dumbledore is my grandfather, then again maybe it's because a great evil is loose and he wants as many great witches and wizards in here to protect you twits. And I am a great witch. But whatever the case may be I'm here and you will listen. And one more sass and it's detention. Dance is an art form, an expression. To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. This is power, it is glory on earth and it is yours for the taking. And it's great exercise. Oh and at the end of the year the best from each year will be performing and your parents will be invited. Now let's begin."