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The Slytherins were being unusually boisterous today. Throwing things like paper airplanes, and sniggering about their latest evil plans and generally being evil as Slytherins inherently are.

Snape swept into the room like a giant bat, as Snape was prone do. The entire class hushed as they gazed upon their more than usually grumpy teacher.

-X-

"Minerva. Why can it not be… must I be the one to teach them."

"Actually Severus, yes, you must be the one to teach your house to dance for the upcoming ball. I'll be teaching the Gryfindors, Pamona the Hufflepuffs, even Filius is teaching the Ravenclaws… Now how would it look if you refused to teach the Slytherins. You wouldn't want them to be the only ones unable to dance."

Severus Snape Paled at the thought of being showed up by the other houses…. Especially …. Gryfindor……. Yet again.

"I'll do it….. I won't like it… but I'll do it."

Minerva smiled to herself as she watched her former student stalk away 'Oh Severus,' She thought slyly, 'I'm sure you'll enjoy it…'

-X-

"As you know….. Hogwarts is soon to hold a ball. The Yule ball." Snape pronounced every syllable with supreme disinterest and distaste. "This 'Ball' shall most likely entail… dancing of some sort, the most likely of which is to be the… waltz. You all must learn this waltz before the night of the ball arrives…. I won't have any of you making a fool of m- themselves…." He paused for a moment as though caught in painful memories… "Now! Surely at least some of you already know how the steps are performmed… Any Volunteers?"

Two girls in the back raised their hands enthusiastically. But Snape refused to call on anyone who giggled all through potions and still managed to get top marks

"Any gentlemen? You two!" He pointed sharply towards a rather startled Pansy Parkinson (having skillfully evaded the other two) and an equally unprepared Draco Malfoy. "Yes you." He said silkily.

The two students had no choice but to stand and attempt to dance.

Severus rolled his eyes at the pathetic imitation of yet more pathetic dance. Finally it became too much and Snape could feel his temper beginning to win out against his usually unflappable self-control.

"No!" He cried! "You're doing It all wrong you. Stupid girl!" As he none too gently pushed Pansy away from Malfoy's arms and proceeded to take her place. "This, watch carefully girl, is how it's done." He began to demonstrate an almost perfect foxtrot. Almost perfect because unfortunately, Malfoy was also a terrible dancer. He again felt his temper gaining the best of him. "Lead!" He whispered urgently.

"What?" Malfoy replied in hushed tones.

"I said lead boy, Lead!" He yelled the last word for all to hear.

"You heard the man!" cried Filch from his gramophone-laden corner, "Lead!"

"But!" Said Malfoy, clearly in a panic, "I don't know how to lead"

Snape pushed the boy away in disgust. He had had enough of this foolishness. "Class Dismissed." He said rubbing his temples. No one made a move to leave the room. "I said 'Class! Dismissed!'" They all scurried from the room, like rats because they're all evil (invariably so), except for one lonely figure, sitting huddled on the ground in the exact spot where Snape had pushed him.

"P-Professor," The blonde boy said softly (It was Malfoy in case you're a complete dunderhead), pulling himself to his feet and dusting off his bottom. "I- I- I-"

"Well out with it boy," Snape said irritably.

"You heard the man, out with it!" Said Filch still in his corner, earning him a well deserved glare from Snape. Filch decided it was time to take his leave and allow the two of them their moment.

"P-Professor…"

"Whaat?"

"Well…….. "

"Out with it boy. You are wasting my time."

"There's this girl."

"Dear, God." Snape muttered, unable to believe how he had gotten himself into such a predicament.

"And well… I need to- to" Malfoy stuttered in a completely out of character way and blushed in an also entirely out of character manner. "I need to impress her."

Snape began too grow… apprehensive at his student's odd behavior. "That's nice." He said, "Now… hurry along." And he turned to leave

"No! Sir, wait." Malfoy's uncharacteristic timidity was now really beginning to grate on Snape's nerves.

"Whaaat?" He drawled uncomfortably.

"I want to learn to dance! Will you teach me… professor?"

Snape regarded his student. The hope in his eyes shone brightly, and he could almost sense the burning desire to learn. Finally he sighed and gave his answer.

"No." And he stormed away leaving a heartbroken Draco.