"Venator." I said, thinking that my wards had somehow gone awry. Nothing. "Ven.a.tor." I said slowly. Still stuck. I don't care that Granger heard that, I'll change them later. I turned quickly and gave her my best snarl. "Did you do this?" I growled.

"No sir." I'm going to kill Albus. I thought furiously. If he's done this, they won't find a hair left of him when I'm through!

"Leave Ms. Granger."

"Sir?"

"I said, get out." She hurried out of the room after a moment of hesitation. After I was sure that she would be out of earshot I grabbed a handful of Floo powder and stepped into the flames of my office fireplace. "Albus Dumbledore's office."

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What the hell just happened? It's obvious that Snape has changed his mind; probably come to his senses about asking a little girl for help. Stupid of me to think that the greasy git of the dungeons would actually ask for help. I couldn't help but wonder why he was so amiable to agreeing to lessons in the first place! Perhaps the Headmaster has charmed him somehow, made a magical bet with the teachers. They dance, but what do they get in return? And if they don't dance? Hm. Odd of Dumbledore to ….actually…force…his…faculty… Oh gods I'm going to kill him! As Head Girl, I have every right to protest this. Watch out Albus Dumbledore, you've set a lioness on the loose, and she's angry.

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I arrived in the Headmaster's office in a whirl of flames. "Headmaster," I hissed, "What. Is. Going. On."

He chuckled, insufferable old goat. "Ah, Severus. How are you?"

"Resisting the urge to kill you, thank you very much." I said, "What have you done to my wards."

"Always one to get straight to the point my boy, so I'll be straight as well. Simply put, I've decided it's important to introduce students to the old ways. Hundreds of years ago, the heads of houses were the representatives of old magick. They were the ones who introduced it to the students before they graduated. Years ago it was expected that every witch and wizard knew tradition before the age of 18; if not, they would suffer through intense ridicule, and quite possibly become an outcast from the magickal world. Dancing, being a baser form of sexual expression, is part of this old magick. Like it or not, you have to learn to dance."

It takes a lot to shock me, and even more to shock me for more than a fraction of a second, but, true to form, Albus bloody Dumbledore has done it again. My mind simply stopped for a moment. How dare he. All thoughts of respect fled from my mind. "Albus. You cannot possibly impose such a ridiculous-" at this he smirked, "expectation!"

"Oh but I can," he replied, with a sternness that was rarely seen, "If my memory serves, I am your employer. If it is within magickal law, I can impose a requirement on my staff."

I stared, dumbfounded. I think…arrgh. I've got no way out. "But GRANGER?" I yelled, furious now, "WHY did you have to pick GRANGER!" He was unfazed.

"She is a good match for you Severus. She is one of the few students who will stand up for what she thinks and believes, and is not intimidated by you. You should be glad it is her, not an outsider. Gods forbid, I don't think you'd move from the spot if I actually hired someone!" he laughed.

"You." I growled, pacing a little, "You…evil, wicked, bastard! I hate you sometimes, Albus Dumbledore, I really bloody hate you!" I stormed over to his fireplace, threw what was probably far too much Floo powder in, and returned to my rooms.

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"Headmaster." I said with forced calm.

"Ah, Miss Granger! Just in time. I wanted to speak with you." I heard Dumbledore's voice come from a corner of his office, where he apparently attempting to repair one of his many collected gadgets. "Ah bother this, I'll try to fix it later. Miss Granger, what can I help you with?"

"This!" I said, brandishing the small piece of parchment. "This was on my desk last night."

Miss Granger-

Under no circumstances are you to come to my office again after hours. I have spoken to the Headmaster, and no more of these "lessons" will be required.

Professor Severus Snape

"Someone's been leaving me out of an awful lot of things Headmaster, and I intend to get an explanation!" I practically yelled. Normally I would control my emotions when in the presence of a teacher, but this is ridiculous! Practically locking me in the room with a Professor who has done nothing but belittle me for the past seven years, and now you're forcing me to teach him how to dance? Fuck you Albus Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry Miss Granger, I truly am. I shouldn't have forced you into this" He said softly. What? Whoa. I didn't expect to get an apology this easily! "But I knew you could handle the job. You're the only one who can put up with Professor Snape on a daily basis and not burst into tears." I snorted, at least that much is true. "Actually, I'm surprised at your timing. Professor Snape just left."

"That liar!" I said, thoroughly angry now, "He said he spoke to you earlier!"

"Well, he does have a rather Slytherin way of reaching his goals doesn't he Miss Granger? But I will tell you exactly what I told him. I have decided that it's important to re-introduce the students to the ways of old magick. Hundreds of years ago, the heads of houses were the representatives of old magick. They were the ones who introduced it to the students before they graduated. Years ago it was expected that every witch and wizard knew tradition before the age of 18; if not, they would suffer through intense ridicule, and quite possibly become an outcast from the magickal world. Dancing, being a baser form of sexual expression, is part of this old magic. Now, because you are still a student here, I cannot force you to do this, but I am asking it as a personal favor. Will you teach him?"

In five minutes this aged wizard broke down my defenses. Damn. A thousand times damn. "I want a loophole." I said defiantly. Not rushing into this one without a way out.

He hesitated a little but finally asked, "What would this loophole be?"

"If any word of this…arrangement is leaked to the school, the deal is off." Call me insane for agreeing so readily, but my moral side argued that it was for the good of the school.

"Thank you Miss Granger." Dumbledore said, "And, as a reward, I think…seventy-five points towards Gryffindor house might be sufficient? Of course, that and my undying gratitude."

"And what will the rest of the students say when seventy-five points magically appear in the hourglass sir?"

His eyes twinkled. "I will add them gradually. I promise you, no one will see the difference until the end of the year."

A/N: Here's Chapter 3, all re-uploaded and complete. I will be adding more as soon as I can, but finals are coming up in two weeks, so the uploads will be sporadic. As I am only human and need study breaks, I'll try to upload tidbits as the weeks progress. I also saw that for some reason, my breaks were not showing up. Just to clarify, a line of asterisks indicates a change in POV. If the asterisks aren't showing up, just look for the break in text. Please review, I need the author-cookies/criticism.