Disclaimer: blah – chapter one – blah blah. In Which Halloween arrives
Chapter 27:
Before anyone had realized, the leaves on the trees had turned colors and Halloween was fast approaching. Dumbledore had announced a week beforehand, that there was to be a Halloween Ball on Halloween night, for 4th years and up, including the teachers. Attendance was optional; costumes were mandatory. Everybody was buzzing about it.
"So what is your costume going to be, Severus?" Methos asked during breakfast one morning, before taking a bite of his pumpkin muffin.
"The terrifying potions master." Methos made a face.
"Oh, real funny. You do realize that if you do not come up with an idea on your own, I'm going to dress you up." Severus choked on his juice, before sending Methos a look that plainly read, 'you cannot be serious.' Methos grinned. "I'm dead serious. You are putting on a costume and coming to the dance." Severus just sighed, resigned to his fate. Remus smiled at the banter. Methos turned his attention to him, next.
"What about you?" Remus paused, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"I'm not sure…oh wait! I know. I'll go as the wolf-man!" This time Methos choked.
"Don't do that to a person, Remus. Seriously, what are you going to be?"
"I'm not telling. You're going to have to wait until the ball." Methos pouted slightly (I'm not pouting!) and Remus asked,
"So what are you going as, Methos?"
"Haven't decided yet. Either something contemporary or something Roman."
"What about me?" Asked Severus, slightly worried, "What will you dress me up as?"
"A Cheerleader."
"WHAT!!" Methos doubled over in laughter at their reactions, which caused most of the Great Hall to suddenly look at them.
"I'm kidding!"
Severus growled, but changed the subject. He really didn't want to know. "What are you going as Remus?"
"A superhero. Probably Robin." Methos raised an eyebrow.
"Shortpants?" Remus shuddered.
"Not if I can help it." He took a sip of his juice. "So what are you going as Adam?"
"I don't know yet. Probably something Roman, like a gladiator or a senator. Or maybe something Victorian. Or…Oh! I know!" he closed his mouth then, his eyes bright. Cassandra glared at him from down the table, but refrained from commenting. Methos was almost bouncing in his seat with excitement, something that scared Severus a great deal.
Gryffindor table
"A Halloween Ball? Why?" asked Ron, obviously dreading another embarrassing night on the dance floor. Hermione, however, was ecstatic.
"Why? Because dances are fun, that's why. They allow you to be close to the people you love, and dancing can be a very…erotic experience." Ron choked on his juice at that, but Hermione went on. "And, we get to dress up in costumes! Oh, I have the perfect costumes for us! I saw this movie at home over the summer, my cousin is obsessed by it. With a little luck and a little magic, it could work!" Ron raised an eyebrow, worried about what his costume would be, "Come on! We have to go shopping!"
"Help me…" called Ron weakly as Hermione dragged him from the great hall.
Random Hallway
"Do you have a costume yet Draco?" Draco nodded.
"Yes, I had Mum ship it to me yesterday." He stopped and waited…
"Well? What are you going as?" Draco smiled a cheeky grin that rivaled the Weasley twins.
"An elf. Not a house elf, mind you, but the kind from the legends. What are you going as?"
"A vampire."
"Ohh. Spooky."
"Yeah, like an elf is terrifying."
"I'm not going for terrifying. I'm going for sexy." Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and raised an eyebrow.
"I think I'm going to enjoy your costume." Draco laughed and caught Harry's mouth in a sweet kiss.
A Few nights later
The night of the ball arrived, clear and cool. The moon was just a sliver above the trees when the band started to play. Inside the Great Hall a wide assortment of fantastical creatures chattered, some joining the dance.
The doors opened and two more creatures entered, recognizable to the muggle- borns, but acknowledged by all. The taller one was thin, stretched, with spindly limbs like a spider. He wore a pinstriped suit, with a high jagged color the point almost a foot in length. His head was incased in a mask, magicked to move exactly as his face did underneath. It was white and smooth with black holes for eyes and no hair. It was a skull. It grinned.
His companion was shorter, she had to be with his impossible height. Her hair was died red and hung in limp straggly locks about her face. Her skin was very pale, white in fact, and red lines like stiches ran across her face, arms and legs. Her dress was a patchwork of many colors and her socks hung limply above her shoes. Her eyes were open wide with abnormal brightness. (1) They turned to her partner.
"Well Ron? Do you like your costume?"
"I'm not Ron, I'm Jack the Pumpkin King!" Ron said with mock seriousness. Hermione giggled.
"Come on then "Jack," and dance with your "Sally." Ron swallowed, eyes wide as Hermione dragged him to the dance floor.
Across the hall, a pair of green eyes watched from behind red contacts. He smiled, his enlarged incisors showing as "Sally" pulled the reluctant "Jack" into the dance. He moved silently through the crowd, making his way to his friends. On his way he saw Ginny looking for the entire world like a fire sprite. Her dress was…well…there almost was no dress. She's get hell if Ron saw her before she saw him.
A green, gold, and silver blur stopped his progress. When it came into focus Harry could make out a grinning Malfoy. His silver hair was disheveled and 2 pointed ears poked through. His clothing was Slytherin green and he had on soft leather boots. A quiver and bow was strapped across his back. One brow arched delicately anove the smirk playing on his lips. 'He was right,' thought Harry, 'he is sexy.'
"Well?" he asked, 'even his voice is elven tonight,' "what do you think?" Harry was speechless. He could only grin and nod his head. Draco laughed. "I'm glad you approve. Your costume is very realistic." Harry smiled, his teeth once again showing through.
His glasses were gone, replaced by special order prescription red contacts, making his emerald eyes ruby. His hair was combed and slicked back with magical extra-super-hold hair gel. His pants were black leather and his shirt was white silk. His emerald pendant glittered from around his neck in the candlelight. Black cloak lined with red hung from his shoulders. Harry looked very much like the movie vampire. Something else caught Draco's eye however.
"Great Wizards! Look at the teachers." Harry turned and nearly fell down. McGonnagall, stern old McGonnagall, was dressed like an 80s punk, complete with short multicolored hair and plaid. Dumbledore was dressed as a hippie with bellbottoms, love beads, and tie-die. Cassandra was a cowgirl, in denim and a ten-gallon hat. Lupin, dressed in red and green spandex, was Robin. Harry looked, but could not find the one he was looking for most.
"Where's Pierson?" asked Harry.
"With Snape." Harry looked at Draco. "I saw him enter Snape's rooms right before I left the dungeons. He had a garment bag with him. I think they'll be here shortly." Sure enough as soon as he said this the side door opened and two more creatures entered the Great Hall.
"Merlin's Beard!"
"Snape is in costume."
"It suits him." Draco glared at Harry for the slight against his mentor, though he secretly agreed. Harry once again noticed "Jack" and "Sally" and dragged Draco over to talk.
What Snape was wearing (which I'm sure you are all dieing to know) was an expensive muggle style suit. The pants, jacket, tie, shirt, and vest were the same black, one that reflected the bright flames of his 'home'. His hair was cleaned and brushed til it shone, and was pulled back into a neat ponytail at the nape of his neck. His silver glasses were missing (they really were only for reading but he often forgot to take them off) His beard was neatly trimmed giving him a neat, yet sinister appearance. From the top of his head, where his forehead met his hair, were two red horns. When one looked closely one would also see the red tint to his eyes. When he moved one would also notice the tail, moving like a monkey's with a spade on the end. You guessed it. He was one handsome devil.
Next to him stood Professor Pierson wearing what looked like a very simple costume. His dark hair was spiked up and he wore dark glasses. A long black trench covered his body and black combat boots could be seen from under the hem. The muggle-borns instantly recognized him as Neo from the Matrix, though the pure-bloods had no clue. (all they cared about was that he looked cool) Underneath the trench (which held his Ivanhoe) were several soft leather straps over a black soft cotton tee, and black pants. The straps, which once held several guns securely, were empty. His face was neutral, while Severus' held an expression of mild amusement.
"You're right Adam-"
"It's Neo, and of course I am. I'm always right." Severus continued ignoring the interruption.
"The devil is a perfect costume for me." Methos smirked. He knew once he got Severus into costume (one he approved of) he would be much more pleasant company.
"Come on. I saw the snack table." Severus laughed and followed his lover to the food.
Back on the dance floor
"Harry? Is that you?"
"Yes. That costume looks good on you Ron."
"Thanks…I think." Hermione giggled and looked Draco up and down.
"Your costume is pretty convincing too, Draco." Draco smiled at her and nodded.
"Thank you dear Lady. May Elbereth shine on you in blessing." She giggled again and Ron put his arm around her shoulders, a silent reminder that she was his. He knew that Draco wasn't interested, but still. It was the principal of the thing. A flash of red caught his eye.
"Say, is that Ginny? I wonder what…what the…She can't wear that! There's nothing there to wear! Who is she dancing with! I'll-" He pulled away from Hermione, intent on causing harm on Ginny's dancing partner (Neville Longbottom dressed as a Victorian gentleman.) Hermione held him back.
"You will do no such thing. You're acting like Percy every time he saw the twins grinning. He has no problem with her costume."
"How do you know?"
"He bought it for her."
"What!!"
"Ron, relax. That vein is throbbing again. I thought you had to remain calm."
"I am relaxed."
"Oh, I guess that's why your face is turning purple."
"You're not helping Draco."
"Ron, you know Percy. If he finds nothing wrong with her dressing like that, then neither should you." Ron looked at Harry incredulously.
"Harry…Percy finds nothing wrong with it because he's gay."
"You're point?"
"Draco, what do you think?"
"I think she can take care of herself Ron. She did have to grow up with you lot." Ron started to protest, but then seemed to fold in on himself in defeat. The band struck up a slow song and Hermione dragged Ron back onto the dance floor. Draco looked at Harry, watching him watch "Jack" and "Sally" dance slowly in each other arms. Quickly calculating, Draco grabbed Harry's arm.
"Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere I can dance with you." Luck was on their side for they made it to the garden without anyone the wiser.
Back inside another creature entered the ball. He was tall, dark, and the counterpart to Remus' costume. Batman zeroed in on Robin, and made a beeline for his lover. (2) Remus saw and froze, torn between elation at seeing his life-mate (3) and fear for his safety. He knew Sirius looked much different than when he was released from Azkaban, but Remus still worried.
"Hello Robin." The voice was deep and sent electric chills down Remus' spine.
"Batman." He wanted to reach out and hug him, kiss him, and never let him go, but he couldn't, not here.
"The dynamic duo. It does my heart good to see you together again." Remus jumped slightly when he heard Dumbledore behind him.
"Albus, hello."
"Please," he said, eyes twinkling, "call me Whitestar. It was what I was called, oh, 40 years ago now when these clothes were more than a costume. They were a uniform. I was the oldest hippies these students had ever seen." He sighed, a little nostalgic, before continuing. "Since I knew you were back in England Batman, I have been thinking. It would probably best for all if you moved back to Hogwarts. You could stay with Hagrid, or Myself, but I have a feeling you would rather stay with Robin, here." Sirius smiled.
"I would love to stay here, with Moony, if he still wants me." Remus smiled at him.
"Of course I do, but Albus…how do I explain him?" Dumbledore smiled.
"You always were the bright one Robin. I'm sure you'll think of something." His eyes drifted over to the food table. "I believe it's time for me to taste the wonderful treats that the house elves have prepared for us. Enjoy yourselves boys." They stood watching Dumbledore disappear into the crowd. Sirius looked at Remus. He grinned. Ten minutes later they would no longer be found at the ball, and would not bee seen by anyone until late the next afternoon.
On the other side of the room, Severus leaned on one of the many support columns in the Great Hall, watching his lover mingle, content to stand there with a half smile on his lips and a glass of cold butterbeer in his hands. The smile, and his half closed eyes, just added to the devilish air about him.
Methos was in his element, shmoozing with people and totally into his act of 'mild mannered history professor pretending to be a muggle bad-ass.' Now that he wore his trench, he was painfully aware that it really was all an act. He helped himself to more butterbeer whenever he thought of it.
Looking around for his lover, Methos sipped at his drink. He saw Severus standing alone away from everybody. Methos smiled. He would fix that. He walked over.
"Hey beautiful. Can I dance with the devil?" Severus laughed. "No, I'm serious. Dance with me?" Severus just looked at him for a long moment before replying.
"I thought it was dangerous to out ourselves right now." Methos rolled his eyes, and then smirked.
"So we'll be sneaky. We can here the music from the garden. Let's go." Severus didn't get a chance to agree as Methos practically dragged him outside. How nobody saw them was a mystery, but it still happened.
TBC
(1) In case you hadn't gussed, They are Jack and Sally from the Nightmare Before Christmas. (This is for you Mel!) I love that movie!
(2) Personally, I always thought Batman had something going on with Superman, not Robin, but everybody else seems to think that the dynamic duo are the Ambiguously gay duo, so…Billy and Chuck…WWF…my boyfriend is rotting my mind with those shows…gah!
(3) He's a werewolf…wolves have mates…life-partner = life-mate, get it! Ha..oh boy…'night!
Chapter 27:
Before anyone had realized, the leaves on the trees had turned colors and Halloween was fast approaching. Dumbledore had announced a week beforehand, that there was to be a Halloween Ball on Halloween night, for 4th years and up, including the teachers. Attendance was optional; costumes were mandatory. Everybody was buzzing about it.
"So what is your costume going to be, Severus?" Methos asked during breakfast one morning, before taking a bite of his pumpkin muffin.
"The terrifying potions master." Methos made a face.
"Oh, real funny. You do realize that if you do not come up with an idea on your own, I'm going to dress you up." Severus choked on his juice, before sending Methos a look that plainly read, 'you cannot be serious.' Methos grinned. "I'm dead serious. You are putting on a costume and coming to the dance." Severus just sighed, resigned to his fate. Remus smiled at the banter. Methos turned his attention to him, next.
"What about you?" Remus paused, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"I'm not sure…oh wait! I know. I'll go as the wolf-man!" This time Methos choked.
"Don't do that to a person, Remus. Seriously, what are you going to be?"
"I'm not telling. You're going to have to wait until the ball." Methos pouted slightly (I'm not pouting!) and Remus asked,
"So what are you going as, Methos?"
"Haven't decided yet. Either something contemporary or something Roman."
"What about me?" Asked Severus, slightly worried, "What will you dress me up as?"
"A Cheerleader."
"WHAT!!" Methos doubled over in laughter at their reactions, which caused most of the Great Hall to suddenly look at them.
"I'm kidding!"
Severus growled, but changed the subject. He really didn't want to know. "What are you going as Remus?"
"A superhero. Probably Robin." Methos raised an eyebrow.
"Shortpants?" Remus shuddered.
"Not if I can help it." He took a sip of his juice. "So what are you going as Adam?"
"I don't know yet. Probably something Roman, like a gladiator or a senator. Or maybe something Victorian. Or…Oh! I know!" he closed his mouth then, his eyes bright. Cassandra glared at him from down the table, but refrained from commenting. Methos was almost bouncing in his seat with excitement, something that scared Severus a great deal.
Gryffindor table
"A Halloween Ball? Why?" asked Ron, obviously dreading another embarrassing night on the dance floor. Hermione, however, was ecstatic.
"Why? Because dances are fun, that's why. They allow you to be close to the people you love, and dancing can be a very…erotic experience." Ron choked on his juice at that, but Hermione went on. "And, we get to dress up in costumes! Oh, I have the perfect costumes for us! I saw this movie at home over the summer, my cousin is obsessed by it. With a little luck and a little magic, it could work!" Ron raised an eyebrow, worried about what his costume would be, "Come on! We have to go shopping!"
"Help me…" called Ron weakly as Hermione dragged him from the great hall.
Random Hallway
"Do you have a costume yet Draco?" Draco nodded.
"Yes, I had Mum ship it to me yesterday." He stopped and waited…
"Well? What are you going as?" Draco smiled a cheeky grin that rivaled the Weasley twins.
"An elf. Not a house elf, mind you, but the kind from the legends. What are you going as?"
"A vampire."
"Ohh. Spooky."
"Yeah, like an elf is terrifying."
"I'm not going for terrifying. I'm going for sexy." Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and raised an eyebrow.
"I think I'm going to enjoy your costume." Draco laughed and caught Harry's mouth in a sweet kiss.
A Few nights later
The night of the ball arrived, clear and cool. The moon was just a sliver above the trees when the band started to play. Inside the Great Hall a wide assortment of fantastical creatures chattered, some joining the dance.
The doors opened and two more creatures entered, recognizable to the muggle- borns, but acknowledged by all. The taller one was thin, stretched, with spindly limbs like a spider. He wore a pinstriped suit, with a high jagged color the point almost a foot in length. His head was incased in a mask, magicked to move exactly as his face did underneath. It was white and smooth with black holes for eyes and no hair. It was a skull. It grinned.
His companion was shorter, she had to be with his impossible height. Her hair was died red and hung in limp straggly locks about her face. Her skin was very pale, white in fact, and red lines like stiches ran across her face, arms and legs. Her dress was a patchwork of many colors and her socks hung limply above her shoes. Her eyes were open wide with abnormal brightness. (1) They turned to her partner.
"Well Ron? Do you like your costume?"
"I'm not Ron, I'm Jack the Pumpkin King!" Ron said with mock seriousness. Hermione giggled.
"Come on then "Jack," and dance with your "Sally." Ron swallowed, eyes wide as Hermione dragged him to the dance floor.
Across the hall, a pair of green eyes watched from behind red contacts. He smiled, his enlarged incisors showing as "Sally" pulled the reluctant "Jack" into the dance. He moved silently through the crowd, making his way to his friends. On his way he saw Ginny looking for the entire world like a fire sprite. Her dress was…well…there almost was no dress. She's get hell if Ron saw her before she saw him.
A green, gold, and silver blur stopped his progress. When it came into focus Harry could make out a grinning Malfoy. His silver hair was disheveled and 2 pointed ears poked through. His clothing was Slytherin green and he had on soft leather boots. A quiver and bow was strapped across his back. One brow arched delicately anove the smirk playing on his lips. 'He was right,' thought Harry, 'he is sexy.'
"Well?" he asked, 'even his voice is elven tonight,' "what do you think?" Harry was speechless. He could only grin and nod his head. Draco laughed. "I'm glad you approve. Your costume is very realistic." Harry smiled, his teeth once again showing through.
His glasses were gone, replaced by special order prescription red contacts, making his emerald eyes ruby. His hair was combed and slicked back with magical extra-super-hold hair gel. His pants were black leather and his shirt was white silk. His emerald pendant glittered from around his neck in the candlelight. Black cloak lined with red hung from his shoulders. Harry looked very much like the movie vampire. Something else caught Draco's eye however.
"Great Wizards! Look at the teachers." Harry turned and nearly fell down. McGonnagall, stern old McGonnagall, was dressed like an 80s punk, complete with short multicolored hair and plaid. Dumbledore was dressed as a hippie with bellbottoms, love beads, and tie-die. Cassandra was a cowgirl, in denim and a ten-gallon hat. Lupin, dressed in red and green spandex, was Robin. Harry looked, but could not find the one he was looking for most.
"Where's Pierson?" asked Harry.
"With Snape." Harry looked at Draco. "I saw him enter Snape's rooms right before I left the dungeons. He had a garment bag with him. I think they'll be here shortly." Sure enough as soon as he said this the side door opened and two more creatures entered the Great Hall.
"Merlin's Beard!"
"Snape is in costume."
"It suits him." Draco glared at Harry for the slight against his mentor, though he secretly agreed. Harry once again noticed "Jack" and "Sally" and dragged Draco over to talk.
What Snape was wearing (which I'm sure you are all dieing to know) was an expensive muggle style suit. The pants, jacket, tie, shirt, and vest were the same black, one that reflected the bright flames of his 'home'. His hair was cleaned and brushed til it shone, and was pulled back into a neat ponytail at the nape of his neck. His silver glasses were missing (they really were only for reading but he often forgot to take them off) His beard was neatly trimmed giving him a neat, yet sinister appearance. From the top of his head, where his forehead met his hair, were two red horns. When one looked closely one would also see the red tint to his eyes. When he moved one would also notice the tail, moving like a monkey's with a spade on the end. You guessed it. He was one handsome devil.
Next to him stood Professor Pierson wearing what looked like a very simple costume. His dark hair was spiked up and he wore dark glasses. A long black trench covered his body and black combat boots could be seen from under the hem. The muggle-borns instantly recognized him as Neo from the Matrix, though the pure-bloods had no clue. (all they cared about was that he looked cool) Underneath the trench (which held his Ivanhoe) were several soft leather straps over a black soft cotton tee, and black pants. The straps, which once held several guns securely, were empty. His face was neutral, while Severus' held an expression of mild amusement.
"You're right Adam-"
"It's Neo, and of course I am. I'm always right." Severus continued ignoring the interruption.
"The devil is a perfect costume for me." Methos smirked. He knew once he got Severus into costume (one he approved of) he would be much more pleasant company.
"Come on. I saw the snack table." Severus laughed and followed his lover to the food.
Back on the dance floor
"Harry? Is that you?"
"Yes. That costume looks good on you Ron."
"Thanks…I think." Hermione giggled and looked Draco up and down.
"Your costume is pretty convincing too, Draco." Draco smiled at her and nodded.
"Thank you dear Lady. May Elbereth shine on you in blessing." She giggled again and Ron put his arm around her shoulders, a silent reminder that she was his. He knew that Draco wasn't interested, but still. It was the principal of the thing. A flash of red caught his eye.
"Say, is that Ginny? I wonder what…what the…She can't wear that! There's nothing there to wear! Who is she dancing with! I'll-" He pulled away from Hermione, intent on causing harm on Ginny's dancing partner (Neville Longbottom dressed as a Victorian gentleman.) Hermione held him back.
"You will do no such thing. You're acting like Percy every time he saw the twins grinning. He has no problem with her costume."
"How do you know?"
"He bought it for her."
"What!!"
"Ron, relax. That vein is throbbing again. I thought you had to remain calm."
"I am relaxed."
"Oh, I guess that's why your face is turning purple."
"You're not helping Draco."
"Ron, you know Percy. If he finds nothing wrong with her dressing like that, then neither should you." Ron looked at Harry incredulously.
"Harry…Percy finds nothing wrong with it because he's gay."
"You're point?"
"Draco, what do you think?"
"I think she can take care of herself Ron. She did have to grow up with you lot." Ron started to protest, but then seemed to fold in on himself in defeat. The band struck up a slow song and Hermione dragged Ron back onto the dance floor. Draco looked at Harry, watching him watch "Jack" and "Sally" dance slowly in each other arms. Quickly calculating, Draco grabbed Harry's arm.
"Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere I can dance with you." Luck was on their side for they made it to the garden without anyone the wiser.
Back inside another creature entered the ball. He was tall, dark, and the counterpart to Remus' costume. Batman zeroed in on Robin, and made a beeline for his lover. (2) Remus saw and froze, torn between elation at seeing his life-mate (3) and fear for his safety. He knew Sirius looked much different than when he was released from Azkaban, but Remus still worried.
"Hello Robin." The voice was deep and sent electric chills down Remus' spine.
"Batman." He wanted to reach out and hug him, kiss him, and never let him go, but he couldn't, not here.
"The dynamic duo. It does my heart good to see you together again." Remus jumped slightly when he heard Dumbledore behind him.
"Albus, hello."
"Please," he said, eyes twinkling, "call me Whitestar. It was what I was called, oh, 40 years ago now when these clothes were more than a costume. They were a uniform. I was the oldest hippies these students had ever seen." He sighed, a little nostalgic, before continuing. "Since I knew you were back in England Batman, I have been thinking. It would probably best for all if you moved back to Hogwarts. You could stay with Hagrid, or Myself, but I have a feeling you would rather stay with Robin, here." Sirius smiled.
"I would love to stay here, with Moony, if he still wants me." Remus smiled at him.
"Of course I do, but Albus…how do I explain him?" Dumbledore smiled.
"You always were the bright one Robin. I'm sure you'll think of something." His eyes drifted over to the food table. "I believe it's time for me to taste the wonderful treats that the house elves have prepared for us. Enjoy yourselves boys." They stood watching Dumbledore disappear into the crowd. Sirius looked at Remus. He grinned. Ten minutes later they would no longer be found at the ball, and would not bee seen by anyone until late the next afternoon.
On the other side of the room, Severus leaned on one of the many support columns in the Great Hall, watching his lover mingle, content to stand there with a half smile on his lips and a glass of cold butterbeer in his hands. The smile, and his half closed eyes, just added to the devilish air about him.
Methos was in his element, shmoozing with people and totally into his act of 'mild mannered history professor pretending to be a muggle bad-ass.' Now that he wore his trench, he was painfully aware that it really was all an act. He helped himself to more butterbeer whenever he thought of it.
Looking around for his lover, Methos sipped at his drink. He saw Severus standing alone away from everybody. Methos smiled. He would fix that. He walked over.
"Hey beautiful. Can I dance with the devil?" Severus laughed. "No, I'm serious. Dance with me?" Severus just looked at him for a long moment before replying.
"I thought it was dangerous to out ourselves right now." Methos rolled his eyes, and then smirked.
"So we'll be sneaky. We can here the music from the garden. Let's go." Severus didn't get a chance to agree as Methos practically dragged him outside. How nobody saw them was a mystery, but it still happened.
TBC
(1) In case you hadn't gussed, They are Jack and Sally from the Nightmare Before Christmas. (This is for you Mel!) I love that movie!
(2) Personally, I always thought Batman had something going on with Superman, not Robin, but everybody else seems to think that the dynamic duo are the Ambiguously gay duo, so…Billy and Chuck…WWF…my boyfriend is rotting my mind with those shows…gah!
(3) He's a werewolf…wolves have mates…life-partner = life-mate, get it! Ha..oh boy…'night!