A/N: - Hello everybody, How you doing? Well I'm sorry it's been a bit long
since I updated the reason why is I moved and I'm now at University, it's
so cool but so much work. Well I hope you enjoy this.
Title Dance for Me
Author Hermia LaFaye
Rating PG 13
Hermione Granger yawned; she was tired so much so that she couldn't see straight. It was that point of the year where everything heated up. You had essays and assignments to hand in and a thousand and one other things to do that took up every minute of your already precious time.
She was sat outside on the steps leading up to the main door of Hogwarts, it was the early morning and because of her insomnia had reasoned that the fresh air would do her good and maybe as her mother said all too often put her to sleep again. She glanced at her watch, six am it read. She frowned slightly then shrugged as if to say it didn't really matter. She began to stare at the rising sun and the snowflakes that had started to cover most of Hogwarts grounds. She continued in this way for quite some time until she spotted something or more pointedly someone.
The figure was dressed all in black and was trudging through the snow with large arduous steps almost stalking across the snowy beds. Hermione stiffened slightly knowing exactly who it was, it was her potions master Professor Snape and one question bothered her, what would he be doing outside at this time of the morning.
For a moment she deliberated whether she should go over and ask him if he was alright, but on further thought came to the conclusion that, that would not be the best idea not after the incident in the Great Hall. It had been the case that for the past few weeks that he had directed even more sneers and lost points her way. It seemed it was his way of holding something over her, which in Hermione's view was incredibly childish indeed. Her thoughts came to a standstill as she noticed the black figure making it's way toward her.
Severus Snape could not for the life of him figure out why SHE was outside at this time of the morning. He had a good excuse, he never slept. All the years of service to Voldermort and his so called cause had cost him many things and one of those was his sleep. Every time his head would hit the pillow and he would fall into slumber, he would be haunted by nightmares beyond one's imagining of things he had witnessed and things he had personally done himself. But it was the past few nights that he had been haunted by another dream. A dream of an ethereal dancer who danced for him and him alone. A person whose very presence calmed him and chased all his darkness away. This startling revelation unnerved him to say the least, but as one who was adept at keeping his emotions well hidden he wasn't going to give anyone even an inkling of what was going on his head.
Finally reaching her he stopped and stared down at her with cold dark menacing eyes, "Miss Granger what are you doing outside at this time of the morning?" he sneered she looked up at him, her brown cinnamon eyes questioning him silently, "I couldn't sleep sir" she answered as if daring him to challenge her, Severus shook his head, "Get inside now Miss Ganger before I report you" gesturing toward the castle entrance. He watched as she silently nodded and stood up slowly making her way up the stone steps shoving her hands inside her white woollen coat.
Hermione scowled as she opened the door and made her way inside, the audacity of the man. She glanced at her watch, it was a quarter to seven. Well she wasn't going to waste the morning and with that she made her way to the dance studio in order to get some practise in before breakfast.
Hermione Granger yawned; she was tired so much so that she couldn't see straight. It was that point of the year where everything heated up. You had essays and assignments to hand in and a thousand and one other things to do that took up every minute of your already precious time.
She was sat outside on the steps leading up to the main door of Hogwarts, it was the early morning and because of her insomnia had reasoned that the fresh air would do her good and maybe as her mother said all too often put her to sleep again. She glanced at her watch, six am it read. She frowned slightly then shrugged as if to say it didn't really matter. She began to stare at the rising sun and the snowflakes that had started to cover most of Hogwarts grounds. She continued in this way for quite some time until she spotted something or more pointedly someone.
The figure was dressed all in black and was trudging through the snow with large arduous steps almost stalking across the snowy beds. Hermione stiffened slightly knowing exactly who it was, it was her potions master Professor Snape and one question bothered her, what would he be doing outside at this time of the morning.
For a moment she deliberated whether she should go over and ask him if he was alright, but on further thought came to the conclusion that, that would not be the best idea not after the incident in the Great Hall. It had been the case that for the past few weeks that he had directed even more sneers and lost points her way. It seemed it was his way of holding something over her, which in Hermione's view was incredibly childish indeed. Her thoughts came to a standstill as she noticed the black figure making it's way toward her.
Severus Snape could not for the life of him figure out why SHE was outside at this time of the morning. He had a good excuse, he never slept. All the years of service to Voldermort and his so called cause had cost him many things and one of those was his sleep. Every time his head would hit the pillow and he would fall into slumber, he would be haunted by nightmares beyond one's imagining of things he had witnessed and things he had personally done himself. But it was the past few nights that he had been haunted by another dream. A dream of an ethereal dancer who danced for him and him alone. A person whose very presence calmed him and chased all his darkness away. This startling revelation unnerved him to say the least, but as one who was adept at keeping his emotions well hidden he wasn't going to give anyone even an inkling of what was going on his head.
Finally reaching her he stopped and stared down at her with cold dark menacing eyes, "Miss Granger what are you doing outside at this time of the morning?" he sneered she looked up at him, her brown cinnamon eyes questioning him silently, "I couldn't sleep sir" she answered as if daring him to challenge her, Severus shook his head, "Get inside now Miss Ganger before I report you" gesturing toward the castle entrance. He watched as she silently nodded and stood up slowly making her way up the stone steps shoving her hands inside her white woollen coat.
Hermione scowled as she opened the door and made her way inside, the audacity of the man. She glanced at her watch, it was a quarter to seven. Well she wasn't going to waste the morning and with that she made her way to the dance studio in order to get some practise in before breakfast.