A/N Right okay, it has come to my attention as pointed out to me by various
people that maybe I'm going a bit out of character and that my plot line is
going a bit off the deep end. I really like the general direction this is
going but I want to make it good. So what I'm asking is, do you (readers)
want me to carry on with the whole Sevi dancing thing or make it so that
the whole him dancing on stage doesn't happen due to one reason or another.
I have an explanation as to why he can dance; I got the idea off of Mr
Holland's opus and the whole footballer dancer thing. So please critic my
work.not too harshly I've had enough of that for one day. R&R please.
Dance for Me by Hermia LaFaye.
Hermione walked into the darkened studio her Pointe shoes making soft tapping noises on the wooden floor of the studio. Grasping her wand she smiled slightly to herself, it wasn't often that she did this but when she did she liked to make it special.
Muttering the incantation that every one of the dance students knew the studio shimmered slightly. Hermione dropping her wand with the rest of her clothes walked into the middle of the studio then closed her eyes and let her imagination loose. The studio began to reshape and mould itself to the pictures her mind was putting out.
Opening her eyes Hermione grinned like a Cheshire cat, she loved that spell it allowed the user to shape the specially charmed studio to whatever he or she wished. She looked around at the now transformed studio, it was totally black and seemed endless and floating down all around her were millions of tiny specks of light. Holding out her hands she caught some as they floated down from the ceiling. Giggling slightly she blew them out of her hands and into the air, she then twirled round and round letting the tiny sparks of lights catch on her skin and clothes making her literally sparkle.
She stopped suddenly and sighed, she really needed to sort out all these new emotions that were rushing through her head and heart. She didn't know when or how she had started to fall for her Potions Professor, but now that she had got over the initial shock of it all she realised it wasn't such a bad thing after all. After all there were worse things she could do, at least she wasn't thinking of shacking up with Alfred Barrett the shamelessly camp 7th year Hufflepuff who had an odd fetish for Tinsel as Hermione discovered much to her horror the previous year.
She had been patrolling the halls late one night and hearing strange gasping sounds emanating from one of Filches many storage cupboards had stopped to investigate. It was upon entering said cupboard that she discovered Alfred stark naked with only a strip of tinsel to cover his modesty sat in amongst the Christmas decorations with a half mad expression on his face muttering joyously to himself. Hermione knowing when she in a little too deep fled the room in mortification. She heard later on that Alfred had been caught by Filch and his cat and as a punishment had been made to damp proof the dungeon walls by himself without the aid of magic.
Hermione shuddered at the memory and shook her head, it was only every once in a while but she still had nightmares about that particular incident. She closed her eyes and music began to drift through the studio. She didn't know what the music was or where it came from but she stepped up onto her pointes and began to dance whatever steps came into her head. It wasn't long before she began to get lost in her thoughts which were mostly of one Severus Snape.
Albus Dumbledore loved his morning walks; they allowed him to catch up with the latest gossip from the portraits and the statues. This morning alone he had found out that Lavender and Ron had been caught snogging in the astronomy tower by Filch, that Draco had a crush on Ginny Weasley and that Blaise Zabbini and Professor Dackoso had finally gotten together after almost a year of dancing around each other.
It was as he was walking along the muggle studies corridor that he heard the faint strains of music coming from the dance studio. Being naturally curious he headed to the doors of the studio and pushed open the doors. Walking in he found himself immediately covered in tiny specks of light as they rained down on him from the studio ceiling. He smiled and walked further in and then spotted Hermione dancing in the middle of the studio.
He regarded the head girl; this was one of the students he was the most proud of. She had confounded the accepted view of muggle born and had become one of the best students in the history of Hogwarts and was part of the trio that brought about the downfall of one of the most feared wizards in history.
Not wanting to disturb her he left the studio quietly all the while chuckling silently to himself. It was not everyday that one had an opportunity to have a hand in helping destiny along and he himself could not have picked two better people for it to happen to.
Hermione paused and looked around she was sure that somebody had just been in the studio with her, shrugging it off she sat down and leant back against the studio wall. With a wave of her hand she stopped the music and picking up her wand she stopped the falling lights. Quickly fading the studio was once again cloaked in darkness. She sighed and once again began to loose herself in her thoughts.
If she was brutally honest with herself she could pinpoint when she began to see her Potions Professor differently. It was during the final battle with Voldemort that it had happened. It was after that she; Ron and Harry had come back from the final showdown. Ron and Harry had been caught up in the celebrations and the cheers of the enraptured crowd. She feeling more tired and drained then she had in her entire life had walked away slowly searching for a bit of silence and solitude.
She had spotted him standing on the edge of the lake the wind blowing his robes around him. She had approached him quietly coming to stand beside him, her mind swimming in the confusion of it all. Looking up at him his eyes void of emotion apart from the semblance of relief that shone in them. He had looked down at her nodding slightly acknowledging her presence then continued to look out over the silent shimmering lights.
"He's gone, gone for good this time" she said
"I know" he said simply
Then the tears had started to fall and she had started to shake violently the reality of what she had just been a part of catching up with her. She turned her head to regard him,
"He's gone, finally he's gone" she whispered
Then she fell her legs collapsing from underneath her, she felt completely devoid of energy. She felt his arms coming around her to protect her from the potential fall. Cradling her in his arms close to his body he had set off toward the castle all the while whispering words of comfort and reassurance to her.
Upon reaching the castle he had taken her to the gryffindor dometries which were thankfully empty due to the impromptu celebrations that were taking place in the great hall and in Hogsmeade. He had laid her down on one of he beds and had sat down beside her. Stroking the hair out of her face he had smiled gently at her and had said,
"You did well Ms Granger, now sleep" and with that he had left
Hermione shook herself out of her reverie, she realised it was during that time that she had begun to see a different side to the man and her head or her heart had decided that it liked what it saw.
Shaking her head at the sheer irony of the situation she gathered up her things and headed back to Gryffindor Tower to get herself ready for the day ahead.
Dance for Me by Hermia LaFaye.
Hermione walked into the darkened studio her Pointe shoes making soft tapping noises on the wooden floor of the studio. Grasping her wand she smiled slightly to herself, it wasn't often that she did this but when she did she liked to make it special.
Muttering the incantation that every one of the dance students knew the studio shimmered slightly. Hermione dropping her wand with the rest of her clothes walked into the middle of the studio then closed her eyes and let her imagination loose. The studio began to reshape and mould itself to the pictures her mind was putting out.
Opening her eyes Hermione grinned like a Cheshire cat, she loved that spell it allowed the user to shape the specially charmed studio to whatever he or she wished. She looked around at the now transformed studio, it was totally black and seemed endless and floating down all around her were millions of tiny specks of light. Holding out her hands she caught some as they floated down from the ceiling. Giggling slightly she blew them out of her hands and into the air, she then twirled round and round letting the tiny sparks of lights catch on her skin and clothes making her literally sparkle.
She stopped suddenly and sighed, she really needed to sort out all these new emotions that were rushing through her head and heart. She didn't know when or how she had started to fall for her Potions Professor, but now that she had got over the initial shock of it all she realised it wasn't such a bad thing after all. After all there were worse things she could do, at least she wasn't thinking of shacking up with Alfred Barrett the shamelessly camp 7th year Hufflepuff who had an odd fetish for Tinsel as Hermione discovered much to her horror the previous year.
She had been patrolling the halls late one night and hearing strange gasping sounds emanating from one of Filches many storage cupboards had stopped to investigate. It was upon entering said cupboard that she discovered Alfred stark naked with only a strip of tinsel to cover his modesty sat in amongst the Christmas decorations with a half mad expression on his face muttering joyously to himself. Hermione knowing when she in a little too deep fled the room in mortification. She heard later on that Alfred had been caught by Filch and his cat and as a punishment had been made to damp proof the dungeon walls by himself without the aid of magic.
Hermione shuddered at the memory and shook her head, it was only every once in a while but she still had nightmares about that particular incident. She closed her eyes and music began to drift through the studio. She didn't know what the music was or where it came from but she stepped up onto her pointes and began to dance whatever steps came into her head. It wasn't long before she began to get lost in her thoughts which were mostly of one Severus Snape.
Albus Dumbledore loved his morning walks; they allowed him to catch up with the latest gossip from the portraits and the statues. This morning alone he had found out that Lavender and Ron had been caught snogging in the astronomy tower by Filch, that Draco had a crush on Ginny Weasley and that Blaise Zabbini and Professor Dackoso had finally gotten together after almost a year of dancing around each other.
It was as he was walking along the muggle studies corridor that he heard the faint strains of music coming from the dance studio. Being naturally curious he headed to the doors of the studio and pushed open the doors. Walking in he found himself immediately covered in tiny specks of light as they rained down on him from the studio ceiling. He smiled and walked further in and then spotted Hermione dancing in the middle of the studio.
He regarded the head girl; this was one of the students he was the most proud of. She had confounded the accepted view of muggle born and had become one of the best students in the history of Hogwarts and was part of the trio that brought about the downfall of one of the most feared wizards in history.
Not wanting to disturb her he left the studio quietly all the while chuckling silently to himself. It was not everyday that one had an opportunity to have a hand in helping destiny along and he himself could not have picked two better people for it to happen to.
Hermione paused and looked around she was sure that somebody had just been in the studio with her, shrugging it off she sat down and leant back against the studio wall. With a wave of her hand she stopped the music and picking up her wand she stopped the falling lights. Quickly fading the studio was once again cloaked in darkness. She sighed and once again began to loose herself in her thoughts.
If she was brutally honest with herself she could pinpoint when she began to see her Potions Professor differently. It was during the final battle with Voldemort that it had happened. It was after that she; Ron and Harry had come back from the final showdown. Ron and Harry had been caught up in the celebrations and the cheers of the enraptured crowd. She feeling more tired and drained then she had in her entire life had walked away slowly searching for a bit of silence and solitude.
She had spotted him standing on the edge of the lake the wind blowing his robes around him. She had approached him quietly coming to stand beside him, her mind swimming in the confusion of it all. Looking up at him his eyes void of emotion apart from the semblance of relief that shone in them. He had looked down at her nodding slightly acknowledging her presence then continued to look out over the silent shimmering lights.
"He's gone, gone for good this time" she said
"I know" he said simply
Then the tears had started to fall and she had started to shake violently the reality of what she had just been a part of catching up with her. She turned her head to regard him,
"He's gone, finally he's gone" she whispered
Then she fell her legs collapsing from underneath her, she felt completely devoid of energy. She felt his arms coming around her to protect her from the potential fall. Cradling her in his arms close to his body he had set off toward the castle all the while whispering words of comfort and reassurance to her.
Upon reaching the castle he had taken her to the gryffindor dometries which were thankfully empty due to the impromptu celebrations that were taking place in the great hall and in Hogsmeade. He had laid her down on one of he beds and had sat down beside her. Stroking the hair out of her face he had smiled gently at her and had said,
"You did well Ms Granger, now sleep" and with that he had left
Hermione shook herself out of her reverie, she realised it was during that time that she had begun to see a different side to the man and her head or her heart had decided that it liked what it saw.
Shaking her head at the sheer irony of the situation she gathered up her things and headed back to Gryffindor Tower to get herself ready for the day ahead.