A/N Hello there I'm sorry that this took so long, I had terrible writers
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Dance for Me by Hermia LaFaye
Albus Dumbledore was sat in the teacher's staff room, the fire crackled and snapped as the flames licked the wood. He was alone which wasn't unusual considering it was quite late at night; the rest of the teaching staff had long gone to bed. But Albus was waiting for someone and he had a feeling that this one particular someone was going to walk in the door any moment now.
Right on cue the staff room door opened and in walked Hogwarts Potions Professor Severus Snape looking very slightly hassled. Albus had always been particularly fond of Snape despite the fact that Snape felt that the affection was not warranted or deserved.
Albus looked at the man, who was now stood in front of the fire his head in his hands,
"Is anything the matter Severus?"
Albus fought to hide a smirk as Severus jumped slightly at the sound of his voice; he turned to face the headmaster.
"No Albus, I'm fine" he answered wearily
"Are you sure my boy, Madam Hooch did seem rather taken with you at dinner tonight"
Severus rolled his eyes,
"Although I admit Madam Hooch was trying tonight she did not unbalance me in any way shape or form" he snapped
Albus simply raised an eyebrow and sighed,
"Well if you're sure that your ok then I best leave you be"
Severus simply nodded as Albus exited the room, once alone he sank wearily into a green chair beside the fireplace. Massaging his temples he leant back in the chair and gathered his thoughts.
If he was truly honest with himself, the day had been testing for him. Normally accustomed to people sink away slightly from his person out of repulsion or fear he suddenly found the opposite was true. His mere presence in a room commanding all eyes be on him, all displaying a insurmountable curiosity at his new appearance. It was simply amazing he thought what a new haircut and shampoo could do for a man, simply amazing and quite disturbing at the same time. Sighing and shaking his head he stared into the fire and remained there for most of the night.
It was a few weeks later and all was going well for Hermione. She had been quietly muggling through her rehearsals for beauty and the beast. She had now learnt all of her choreography for her part all she had to do now was put her part together with that of Professor Snapes.
But despite all the time she been practising she had yet to meet up with the Potions Professor to rehearse their scenes together. In a way she was extremely glad for this as it meant that she didn't have to deal with the new stirrings in her heart. But in another way she was extremely annoyed as she wanted to get on with things and start the task of perfecting the choreography and making any necessary changes to the dance before the show.
It was on the Friday night that she got the message; she had been sat on her bed reading up on her assignments for the next week when a soft tapping on the window had broken her concentration. She had opened the window and a tawny owl had flown in and had sat on the edge of her bed a note attached to its leg. Giving the owl a treat she took the note off its leg and watched as it flew off out of the window.
Uncurling the note she sat down on her bed and began to read it,
'Ms Granger, Please meet to begin rehearsals In Dance Studio tomorrow at 12pm Professor Snape'
Hermione frowned slightly, this was what she had been waiting for the past few weeks the chance to polish off her part and put it together with that of Professor Snapes. Despite this Hermione still felt an acute sense of dread at the thought of being in such close quarters with the Potions Professor.
Feeling slightly woozy she lay down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling the dreams that had started a few weeks ago were still haunting her and they were growing in intensity. It was like a mini hell waking up from a particularly passionate dream and then going to the classroom where its main star resided. Sighing she reasoned to herself that she was a mature and responsible adult now and if she could handle Voldemort then she could handle a crush.
Dance for Me by Hermia LaFaye
Albus Dumbledore was sat in the teacher's staff room, the fire crackled and snapped as the flames licked the wood. He was alone which wasn't unusual considering it was quite late at night; the rest of the teaching staff had long gone to bed. But Albus was waiting for someone and he had a feeling that this one particular someone was going to walk in the door any moment now.
Right on cue the staff room door opened and in walked Hogwarts Potions Professor Severus Snape looking very slightly hassled. Albus had always been particularly fond of Snape despite the fact that Snape felt that the affection was not warranted or deserved.
Albus looked at the man, who was now stood in front of the fire his head in his hands,
"Is anything the matter Severus?"
Albus fought to hide a smirk as Severus jumped slightly at the sound of his voice; he turned to face the headmaster.
"No Albus, I'm fine" he answered wearily
"Are you sure my boy, Madam Hooch did seem rather taken with you at dinner tonight"
Severus rolled his eyes,
"Although I admit Madam Hooch was trying tonight she did not unbalance me in any way shape or form" he snapped
Albus simply raised an eyebrow and sighed,
"Well if you're sure that your ok then I best leave you be"
Severus simply nodded as Albus exited the room, once alone he sank wearily into a green chair beside the fireplace. Massaging his temples he leant back in the chair and gathered his thoughts.
If he was truly honest with himself, the day had been testing for him. Normally accustomed to people sink away slightly from his person out of repulsion or fear he suddenly found the opposite was true. His mere presence in a room commanding all eyes be on him, all displaying a insurmountable curiosity at his new appearance. It was simply amazing he thought what a new haircut and shampoo could do for a man, simply amazing and quite disturbing at the same time. Sighing and shaking his head he stared into the fire and remained there for most of the night.
It was a few weeks later and all was going well for Hermione. She had been quietly muggling through her rehearsals for beauty and the beast. She had now learnt all of her choreography for her part all she had to do now was put her part together with that of Professor Snapes.
But despite all the time she been practising she had yet to meet up with the Potions Professor to rehearse their scenes together. In a way she was extremely glad for this as it meant that she didn't have to deal with the new stirrings in her heart. But in another way she was extremely annoyed as she wanted to get on with things and start the task of perfecting the choreography and making any necessary changes to the dance before the show.
It was on the Friday night that she got the message; she had been sat on her bed reading up on her assignments for the next week when a soft tapping on the window had broken her concentration. She had opened the window and a tawny owl had flown in and had sat on the edge of her bed a note attached to its leg. Giving the owl a treat she took the note off its leg and watched as it flew off out of the window.
Uncurling the note she sat down on her bed and began to read it,
'Ms Granger, Please meet to begin rehearsals In Dance Studio tomorrow at 12pm Professor Snape'
Hermione frowned slightly, this was what she had been waiting for the past few weeks the chance to polish off her part and put it together with that of Professor Snapes. Despite this Hermione still felt an acute sense of dread at the thought of being in such close quarters with the Potions Professor.
Feeling slightly woozy she lay down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling the dreams that had started a few weeks ago were still haunting her and they were growing in intensity. It was like a mini hell waking up from a particularly passionate dream and then going to the classroom where its main star resided. Sighing she reasoned to herself that she was a mature and responsible adult now and if she could handle Voldemort then she could handle a crush.