TARANTALLEGRA
DISCLAIMER: I am not J. K. Rowling, nor do I own any of the Harry Potter franchise.
'Severus, please,'
Distant chimes indicated that it was one o'clock in the morning. Severus and Lily stood in a tight embrace on the dance floor.
The house tables in the Great Hall had been pushed against the walls, replaced by a gigantic dance floor, and where the high table usually stood was a stage, occupied by Celestina Warbeck and some instrumentalists. Elegant white and gold banners draped from the ceiling, instead of the usual lion, serpent, badger and eagle.
'Sev, this is the first and last Yule Ball we'll ever attend. Are we going to waste it standing here like dead dormice? How about one dance?' Lily pleaded.
'Is this not enough? You know I can't dance, Lily.'
Lily dug her hand into the pocket of her white dress robes – which contrasted perfectly with Snape's black ones – and withdrew her wand. Before Snape could interject, she had her wand directed at his feet.
'Tarantallegra.' she whispered.
[ A/N ] This was transferred from my 50 Ficlets of Lily Evans on SnitchSeeker, and inspired by their Ficlet Challenge. All due credit must go to the staff at SnitchSeeker.