A/N: Bella has a dance. Severus/Bellatrix. I had a random image flash through my mind of Severus and Bellatrix dancing after I read the prompt for this chapter, and then this happened. I'm sorry for cutting right at the actual dance, but I wanted to focus more on their interaction before.
Submission for:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): 2 Week Drabble Wars: Main Attraction ft. Dialogue Prompts - Secondary character - Severus Snape. Prompt - "You don't know me that well. My angry face and my happy face are the same." (True Blood)
Bellatrix frowned as she stood along the wall of the headquarters, watching as her "coworkers" smoked cigars and imbibed alcohol on the Dark Lord's account like there was no tomorrow. She had hoped when she left her household and joined this group of rebellious wizards and witches in changing the world, she would have thrown away social gatherings in place of more meaningful ventures. However, the Dark Lord's strange allowance of celebration after their successful raid the night before said otherwise.
But it wasn't all bad actually. The raid last night went splendidly, and Bellatrix got more than her fair share of bloodshed and macabre. The Minstry and their puppy-dog Aurors would have a lot on their hands hiding this from the filthy muggles, as well as keeping the other magic folk from getting scared of another attack. Little did they know, another was going to happen tomorrow, in order to feed on any fear the populace might have. Bellatrix simply wished she could be doing it tonight instead of imitating a coat rack by the window.
"I know you don't like these things either, but you don't have to look so murderous, Bellatrix," a low voice said from her right.
Bellatrix turned slightly to see Severus standing beside her, his own goblet of wine in hand. "You don't know me that well. My angry face and my happy face are the same," Bellatrix said. She looked back to the crowd and added with a grin, "And I'm positively ecstatic when I'm murderous, Severus."
The corner of the man's mouth curled. "I know. Your face gets more happy when you're allowed to kill at will," he said. "But you could try to enjoy tonight. These... reprieves only come once in a blue mood, owing to the Dark Lord's current good mood. You should make the most out of it."
Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "What do you have in mind?" she asked.
Severus swallowed the contents of his goblets before placing on the small end table behind him. He held his hand out to her and said, "Dance with me."
"What?" Bellatrix asked, turning towards him before she laughed, her mouth stretching wide open. However, Severus was unaffected by her reaction and his hand remained offered, prompting Bellatrix to quickly sober herself. "I doubt you even know how. It's not something they teach to... halfbloods" she said, wrinkling her nose at the last word.
"That is why I taught myself," Severus said as he took Bellatrix's hand and tugged her to the side where a few other Death Eaters were already dancing.
Bellatrix moved her hands into place, her countless years of pureblood upbringing guiding her motions by memory, and Severus did the same. He leaned forward just as the music changed into a lively waltz and whispered into her ear, "Prepare to be amazed, Bellatrix."