Dancing Shoes: Two Left Feet
By: The Duck
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me and they never will. So the disclaim now and forever apply to this story and others like it.
A/N: First I'd like to thank the reviewers who have been more than patience with my lazy ass! G Also, On one last note I've calculated this story to have 5 chapters in all so I apologize now for it being so short. Now to get this show on the road! On a happier note I'm pleased to say that this will be the longest chapter of the whole story, now celebrate damn it!
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Hermione awoke early the next morning feeling sore, tired, and overall like she had been run over by a bus. She groaned as she rolled over and stared up at the ceiling with weariness. It was Saturday, thank Merlin for that she thought silently. She didn't think herself quite ready for classes today especially Potions. Perhaps she dreaded it simply because she knew her gaze would magnetically be drawn to Snape's butt that thought didn't bother her, that was what was scarring her.
Hermione sighed as she glanced over at the bedside clock. It was 8:30AM on a Saturday and here she was pondering Snape's newly discovered sex appeal. She had to wonder just what the hell was wrong with her; these thoughts were just wrong, really wrong. She shook her head dismissing them from her mind as she sat up and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. She slide her feet into her favorite pair of pink fluffy slippers and walked over to her wardrobe grabbing her gray skirt and matching sweater with three quarter length sleeves.
After dressing, Hermione found herself applying a Very light touch of make- up and running a brush through her thick mass of curls. She gave a small smile at the mirror and walked down into the Common Room. It was almost 9:00AM and unsurprisingly the Common Room was completely deserted. She sighed as she changed direction and went down to the library to read instead.
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Hermione entered the Library and walked up and down the familiar aisles looking for a book that caught her eye. Hermione finally picked a book titled "Magical Muses, Spells to Enhance your Creativity."(A/N: Wish I had that!) Carefully removing the slim leather bound volume from the shelf she satin a comfy armchair and started to read. Hermione who had been lost in her reading was startled when she heard a silky voice from behind her.
"Miss Granger, Just the student I was looking for." He drawled scowling at her.
He certainly has a funny way of showing it she thought looking at his typical scowling face.
"Oh, Hello Professor. Excuse me one moment while I put this back." She said gesturing to the book in her lap. She stood and started over to the shelf, unfortunately she never quite made it. She tripped over a slightly raised portion of the floor, which caused her to drop the book and stumble forward her arms flaying in a hopeless attempt to defy gravity. Just as she thought she would slam into the hard floor her body slammed into something warm, strong and that smelled heavenly.
Hermione had fallen into Snape, his chest to be more specific, beneath the black robes she heard a steady heartbeat and strong muscles. The only thought Hermione could seem to process a moment was "Yummy, CHEST!" Her saliva glands were kicking into overtime just thinking about it. After a second she snapped out of her temporary hormone overdose and jumped back brushing off her robes.
"Please excuse my clumsiness, Professor." She said evading meeting his eyes as she fought the blush that she could feel staining her cheeks.
"Indeed, one might even dare to say that you have Two Left feet." He said sarcastically smoothing the front of his robes.
Hermione who finally had built up enough Gryffindor courage to meet his eyes looked up and said rather quickly changing the subject.
"So what did you need to see me about Professor Snape?"
"Oh yes, I had an idea for what sort of dance we might perform. Does the Tango seem acceptable to you?" He asked in an unfamiliar polite tone.
Hermione's eyes widened as he said this and for a moment she was too shocked to speak. Her mouth opened and closed several times giving her the look of a fish out of water. Her mind froze as she tried to process everything. Professor Sexy as all hell Snape wanted to perform the Latin dance of lovers with her. To say the situation was a little surreal was a gross understatement. Still looking a bit like a zombie she numbly nodded her head yes in response to his question.
Snape pursed his lips in thought for a moment as though wondering what caused her goldfish reaction to his question. "I suggest when you got to Hogsmeade later that you get something suitable for the dance. Make sure you have free movement in it as well." He said gauging her face for a reaction.
With that he turned and started walking down the closest aisle toward the exit. Snape suddenly stopped and turned back around slowly to face Hermione.
"Oh, and Miss Granger for the second day in a row I feel the need to compliment your choice of footwear." He said with a smirk on his face.
Hermione looked down to discover in her rush to get to the library she forgot to put on actual shoes, so there was standing in front of Snape wearing fluffy pink slippers.
She heard Snape's footsteps heading for the exit, he stopped again for a moment and called back to her. "7:00 Potions Classroom, bring the dress." He said and without waiting for her response he left the library with a soft click of the closed door behind him.
She was suddenly aware that her mouth was hanging open again. She shook her head a bit violently snapping her jaw shut. If she started doing that in public again they'll start calling me Goldfish Granger. She started back on the way to the Gryffindor Common room after all Ginny was probably awake and waiting for her to spill the details of her late night dance session with Snape. Well she was certainly in for a shocker Hermione thought with a small smirk.
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Ginny's eyes were wide as Hermione finished her tale. She blinked twice very slowly as she said.
"Let me get this straight you think Snape's butt is cute?" Ginny asked looking at Hermione as though she had suddenly grown a second head.
Hermione shot Ginny a worried look, that must have been the forth time she had been asked that.
"Yes, I do." She said very slowly pronouncing every word as though she was talking to a two-year-old.
This time it was Ginny who shot Hermione a worried look. She was silent a moment then reached both hands out and gently patted Hermione's in a comforting fashion.
"Don't you worry, Hermione. I'll tell Dumbledore so the nice ministry men can take you to St. Mungo's to get you the proper treatment." Ginny cooed looking at her friend with pity and concern. Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Ginny with her patented Granger Stare ā O ā Death.
"I'm serious, Ginny."
Ginny put up her hands and backed away in surrender. "Come on, Hermione I was kidding no need to kill me with your eyes. Just seems like such a waste to me." She said shrugging. Hermione raised an eyebrow at this. "How so?"
Ginny sighed as she readjusted herself in the chair. "I mean nature giving him a nice butt and that silly git going around and wearing his batwings so we can't gawk at it. That ought to be a crime."
Hermione gave an amused chuckle as she replied. "Thank goodness you aren't the Minister of Magic you'd throw people in Azkaban for denying their inner sexiness."
"Damn right I would. Hey, let's just hope Lavender and Parvati never get that job, aurors would have to change their name to The Fashion Police." Hermione wiped a tear from the corner of her eye that had developed while she was laughing. "Yeah, they'd give the Dementor's Kiss for wearing unmatched clothing." She said finally getting control of her laughter.
Ginny looked down at her little wristwatch and bit the side of her lip. "Hermione we'd better hurry and get down and line up in the Entrance Hall if we want to go to Hogsmeade with everybody else."
Without waiting for an answer Hermione was grasp firmly by the hand and practically dragged down to the Entrance Hall.
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"No Ginny I'm not trying it on and that's final!" Hermione declared as she crossed her arms over her chest in the Shut up and let me be stance.
"What's wrong with this dress?" Ginny asked stubbornly, holding up said dress. Hermione bit her lip nervously gesturing with her hands at the dress. "Well it's⦠kinda revealing."
Ginny rolled her eyes at that statement. "What rubbish!" She exclaimed giving Hermione the dress and pushing her into the nearest dressing room.
Hermione shrugged, as she looked over the dress it was a simple black velvet dress. It had a V ā cut neckline and was sleeveless. But the most interesting thing about it was the unique cut at the bottom. In the front the dress ended at just above her knees but in the back it went all the way down to lightly brushed the floor. Which gave it an angled cut that gave her lots of free movement to dance.
In defeat Hermione took off her clothes slowly and pulled the dress on she sighed as she turned to look at her reflection in the magic mirror. She gave a small gasp at what she saw. The dress seemed to hug her womanly curves in a very pleasing manner. The neckline, which was a bit lower than she was comfortable with actually showed off the fact that she had cleavage which, was a very new thing for her to discover indeed. Hermione suddenly smirked at her reflection as an idea came to her. If Snape could unknowingly torture her with his sexiness than there was no reason she in turn couldn't torture him with hers. With one last glance at herself in the mirror Hermione removed the dress and put her regular clothes back on. Grabbing the dress she exited the dressing room with evil smirk in place and an idea growing in the back of her mind.
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Hermione shivered from the cold as she pulled her cloak a bit tighter around her small frame. It was much colder in the dungeons than in Gryffindor Tower and thought the dress she had bought earlier that afternoon was indeed pretty it was not exactly warm.
Hermione sighed as she came to the door to her Potions classroom. Glancing at her wristwatch she found the time was exactly 7:00. Raising her hand she knocked twice and waited. She didn't have to wait long for a moment after she knocked she heard a slightly muffled enter from within. She opened the door slowly with a soft creak of protest from said door. She stepped in the room, which was softly lit by a light in the ceiling.
Snape who was at his desk was bent over seemly rummaging through a drawer in his desk for something. Shrugging her stood up to his full height and looked at her, he almost immediately narrowed his eyes at her.
"I thought I told you to bring the dress with you." He said daring her to say she hadn't found one. Without saying a word Hermione removed her cloak and hung it on a nearby hook for safe keeping. She turned around slowly modeling it for him so she could show him how good she looked in it. Thought he hid his reaction very well Hermione still heard the little intake of breath he made when she removed her cloak.
Hermione fought back an evil smirk at the fact her plan was going very well. She started walking towards him slowly very deliberately moving her hips in a seductive way. She looked at Snape closely as she sat on the edge of a nearby worktable. His face had its usual look of disdain but his eyes were alight with something that she took for lust. She caught him glance one or twice at her visible cleavage and saw him gulp unpleasantly. Slowly she crossed one leg over the other which exposed a nice portion of her smooth thigh. Snape slowly drew in a breath as he approach her and gently took her hand pulling her off the table and into their dance position. With a flick of his wand a famous tango beat started from seemingly nowhere and without a word they slowly started their dance. Snape was still looking distinctly uncomfortable with her present and Hermione was very glad for it. Let the games begin she thought gleefully.
And they certainly had.
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A/n: Ok, this has to be my favorite chapter so far. I think it's almost going to be the longest in this story. Again I apologize profusely for the huge delay in getting this out. I'll try and be much faster with the next chapter. Please, please review!
~The Duck~
