Disclaimer:- It does not belong to me, it belongs to JK Rowling. I merely
own Holly and this story.
A/N Thank you for all the lovely reviews it really makes my day when people say they like my story. To all of you who are wondering what Severus new haircut looks like, it's looks like Hugh Grants old haircut in Notting Hill. Well that's the image I had in my head anyway. So yeah I guess that's about it, read and enjoy because the story line is going to start kicking in now along with all the lovely tension. R&R please!!!! Oh yeah and to those who asked I do actually do dance I'm in my first year as a dance student.
Dance for Me by Hermia LaFaye
Severus Snape looked in the mirror; it had been three days since he had cut his hair and if he was honest with himself the transformation didn't make him look too shabby. Despite all the reassurances he had dealt himself he was still a tad nervous. This was a drastic change for him; his hair in the past had served as a bit of a security blanket. The proverbial icing on his slimy git routine so to speak.
"Don't worry dear, I think you look simply divine" the mirror told him
Severus scowled at the mirror, he reminded himself to get rid of the dam thing once and for all. Turning away he steeled himself for the day ahead and buttoning his cloak he headed down for breakfast.
"RON WILL YOU BLOODY WELL LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!"
The great hall which was normally full of the noisy chatter of the Hogwarts pupils suddenly became completely silent as Lavender Browns voice rang clear cutting through everybody's heads.
Hermione glanced over to where Ron and Lavender were sat, Ron's face had turned the colour of a tomato and he was currently trying to avoid everyone's gaze by ducking his head in shame. Lavender on the other hand looked fit to kill; she tried not to laugh out load when Lavender hissed at him.
"If you carry on like that Ronald Weasley you'll be getting none of it understand!"
Ron nodded weakly in reply.
She would find out later from Holly and Ginny that Ron had been trying to unsuccessfully set up a date in the Astronomy tower.
Shaking her head in dismay she turned back to look at her other breakfast companions. Holly and Harry were sat across from her and were whispering quietly amongst themselves, she silently wondered who their latest victim would be. Ever since the Weasley twins had left, the Prankster crown had been passed onto the pair. She looked further along the table to find Ginny staring across the hall and smiling. Turning her head she found the object of her gaze it was none other than Draco Malfoy who it seemed was returning the smile with equal gusto. She frowned to herself; she made a mental note to have words with him later. Sighing she returned to eating her toast.
Severus stood outside the great hall he was loath to admit it but he didn't want to go in, the prospect being stared at by the entire population of Hogwarts didn't exactly hold much appeal for him. He shook his head and told himself to stop being so pathetic and with that he pushed open the doors to the Great hall and entered, you could hear a pin drop. So with all the dignity he could muster he walked the seemingly twelve mile hike toward the staff table.
Hermione looked up at the sound of the doors opening and her mouth fell open in shock, Severus Snape the slimy git had cleaned himself up and he looked good. She leant backwards and cocked her head to the side to get a closer look as he walked up to the staff table. Smiling appreavatively at the sight of her Professors posterior as it moved beneath his robes she leant back into the table and went back to eating her breakfast.
It was five seconds later that reality hit her, she had just checked out the slimy git's arse and she had liked it. Shaking her head she pushed the tiny sparks of revelation to the very bottom of her being and let the calming waters of the river denial wash over her. Feeling a bit more at peace with the world she happily started up a conversation with Neville about their Herbology project.
It was much later as she settled down to sleep that her imagination which she had callously caged earlier began to wreak its revenge.
She found herself in the dance studio, she was dressed in her rehearsal gear her feet ached somewhat. It was dark and the air held the faint musky smell that only came after hours of hard sweaty work. Music began to sound through the space and realising that it was her cue she set off in a series of chaine turns quelling her previous panic that she didn't know the steps. Stepping out of the last turn she used her spinning momentum to propel herself into the air. Suddenly out of nowhere a pair of arms encircled her and brought her gently down to earth. Remembering to stay on Pointe she contracted her leg muscles allowing them to take the brunt of her weight. She looked up expecting to see her partners face but it was too dark to see him.
Feeling a momentary disappointment at this she resolved herself to the dance. Slowly she raised her arms and slowly turned in her partners embrace until she had turned her back on him. Slowly bringing her arms down she allowed her hands to run along the contours of her partners arms until she had grasped his hands in hers in preparation for the dip. Feeling his weight shift and his muscles contract, she allowed her weight to lean on her partners arms. It was as she reached the lowest point of the move that the light hit her partners face. His midnight eyes bore down into hers, trusting and reassuring her that she wasn't about to be dropped. She was then brought up to stand and he then placed his hands on her hips and lifted her off the floor.
Placing her hands on his shoulders for support she stared down into his eyes and was shocked when he smiled gently at her instead of his usual sneer. Realising that she liked this she smiled back, slowly turning her around in the air he then brought her down to face him and then like it was the most natural thing in the world she kissed him gently on the mouth.
Hermione opened her eyes and stared into the darkness of her room, she did not just dream that. The tiny sparks of revelation that had threatened her earlier began to band together and form one great big glorious whole.
It would seem that sometime over the last few years Hermione Granger had developed something of a thing for the Potions Master.
Finding that she couldn't sleep now after this blinding revelation, Hermione grabbed her ballet bag and headed for the dance studio.
A/N Thank you for all the lovely reviews it really makes my day when people say they like my story. To all of you who are wondering what Severus new haircut looks like, it's looks like Hugh Grants old haircut in Notting Hill. Well that's the image I had in my head anyway. So yeah I guess that's about it, read and enjoy because the story line is going to start kicking in now along with all the lovely tension. R&R please!!!! Oh yeah and to those who asked I do actually do dance I'm in my first year as a dance student.
Dance for Me by Hermia LaFaye
Severus Snape looked in the mirror; it had been three days since he had cut his hair and if he was honest with himself the transformation didn't make him look too shabby. Despite all the reassurances he had dealt himself he was still a tad nervous. This was a drastic change for him; his hair in the past had served as a bit of a security blanket. The proverbial icing on his slimy git routine so to speak.
"Don't worry dear, I think you look simply divine" the mirror told him
Severus scowled at the mirror, he reminded himself to get rid of the dam thing once and for all. Turning away he steeled himself for the day ahead and buttoning his cloak he headed down for breakfast.
"RON WILL YOU BLOODY WELL LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!"
The great hall which was normally full of the noisy chatter of the Hogwarts pupils suddenly became completely silent as Lavender Browns voice rang clear cutting through everybody's heads.
Hermione glanced over to where Ron and Lavender were sat, Ron's face had turned the colour of a tomato and he was currently trying to avoid everyone's gaze by ducking his head in shame. Lavender on the other hand looked fit to kill; she tried not to laugh out load when Lavender hissed at him.
"If you carry on like that Ronald Weasley you'll be getting none of it understand!"
Ron nodded weakly in reply.
She would find out later from Holly and Ginny that Ron had been trying to unsuccessfully set up a date in the Astronomy tower.
Shaking her head in dismay she turned back to look at her other breakfast companions. Holly and Harry were sat across from her and were whispering quietly amongst themselves, she silently wondered who their latest victim would be. Ever since the Weasley twins had left, the Prankster crown had been passed onto the pair. She looked further along the table to find Ginny staring across the hall and smiling. Turning her head she found the object of her gaze it was none other than Draco Malfoy who it seemed was returning the smile with equal gusto. She frowned to herself; she made a mental note to have words with him later. Sighing she returned to eating her toast.
Severus stood outside the great hall he was loath to admit it but he didn't want to go in, the prospect being stared at by the entire population of Hogwarts didn't exactly hold much appeal for him. He shook his head and told himself to stop being so pathetic and with that he pushed open the doors to the Great hall and entered, you could hear a pin drop. So with all the dignity he could muster he walked the seemingly twelve mile hike toward the staff table.
Hermione looked up at the sound of the doors opening and her mouth fell open in shock, Severus Snape the slimy git had cleaned himself up and he looked good. She leant backwards and cocked her head to the side to get a closer look as he walked up to the staff table. Smiling appreavatively at the sight of her Professors posterior as it moved beneath his robes she leant back into the table and went back to eating her breakfast.
It was five seconds later that reality hit her, she had just checked out the slimy git's arse and she had liked it. Shaking her head she pushed the tiny sparks of revelation to the very bottom of her being and let the calming waters of the river denial wash over her. Feeling a bit more at peace with the world she happily started up a conversation with Neville about their Herbology project.
It was much later as she settled down to sleep that her imagination which she had callously caged earlier began to wreak its revenge.
She found herself in the dance studio, she was dressed in her rehearsal gear her feet ached somewhat. It was dark and the air held the faint musky smell that only came after hours of hard sweaty work. Music began to sound through the space and realising that it was her cue she set off in a series of chaine turns quelling her previous panic that she didn't know the steps. Stepping out of the last turn she used her spinning momentum to propel herself into the air. Suddenly out of nowhere a pair of arms encircled her and brought her gently down to earth. Remembering to stay on Pointe she contracted her leg muscles allowing them to take the brunt of her weight. She looked up expecting to see her partners face but it was too dark to see him.
Feeling a momentary disappointment at this she resolved herself to the dance. Slowly she raised her arms and slowly turned in her partners embrace until she had turned her back on him. Slowly bringing her arms down she allowed her hands to run along the contours of her partners arms until she had grasped his hands in hers in preparation for the dip. Feeling his weight shift and his muscles contract, she allowed her weight to lean on her partners arms. It was as she reached the lowest point of the move that the light hit her partners face. His midnight eyes bore down into hers, trusting and reassuring her that she wasn't about to be dropped. She was then brought up to stand and he then placed his hands on her hips and lifted her off the floor.
Placing her hands on his shoulders for support she stared down into his eyes and was shocked when he smiled gently at her instead of his usual sneer. Realising that she liked this she smiled back, slowly turning her around in the air he then brought her down to face him and then like it was the most natural thing in the world she kissed him gently on the mouth.
Hermione opened her eyes and stared into the darkness of her room, she did not just dream that. The tiny sparks of revelation that had threatened her earlier began to band together and form one great big glorious whole.
It would seem that sometime over the last few years Hermione Granger had developed something of a thing for the Potions Master.
Finding that she couldn't sleep now after this blinding revelation, Hermione grabbed her ballet bag and headed for the dance studio.