Snape has a deep dark secret ... and it has to do with roller disco! Hey it could happen.



Last Dance- HG/SS



Deep in the recesses of the darkest, most boggart filled wardrobe sat a trunk, a trunk with many locks and even more spells and wards. Inside the trunk was a secret that Severus Snape had hidden for many years. Even the omniscient mind of Albus Dumbledore didn't know about the trunk.

Every so often Snape would sneak down to the lowest level of the dungeon, go left into the invisible room and walk across to the wardrobe that was tiny at first glance but when opened had a deep cavernous bottom where lay his trunk. The boggarts didn't bother him, there really wasn't anything that he feared anymore, he had seen it all, and then some. He would crawl inside go to his trunk and begin the de-warding and unlocking process. Then sitting on the floor legs crossed like a kid who stole the cookie jar he would look inside.



"I'm telling you there is something wrong."

"Maybe that one book was just lost in a fire or someone stole it."

"Who would steal a book?! That's ... That's criminal!"

"Yes Hermione, stealing usually is." She punched Ron hard in the arm. He flinched slightly.

"Two for flinching!" Harry reached across and left two bruising marks on his freckled skin.

"I can't believe you are this upset about an annual, it probably just went missing and no one noticed until now."

"I need that yearbook for my History of Magic report. It's the only thing I'm missing." She laid back on the grass and looked up at the sky, she put her hands behind her head and suddenly didn't care so much. The sky was a brilliant blue for once. The clouds that floated by seemed to be extra creative as they gradually changed from one shape to the next. She had been silent for nearly five minutes and Harry and Ron were beginning to think she had finally lost it.

"Mione?"

"Hmm?"

"You Okay?"

"Hmm." She was seriously contemplating taking a nap just like she was, this was Hogwarts, what could happen? The answer to her question came in the form of a great black shadow blocking the sunshine and clouds.

"Shouldn't you be in the library, knee-deep in books Ms. Granger."

"Bugger off you slimey git." Gasps escaped from the lips of Harry and Ron, and Hermione seemed not to care. Six, going on seven years of suffering his shit with a smile was enough to break anyone, plus she knew he couldn't touch them right now. School technically wasn't in session yet. She had come back early in preparation for her head girl duties and Harry was with Sirius who was the DADA teacher so therefore he was here. They never bothered to ask Ron why he was here, just glad that he was.

Snape stared down at her, his anger almost palatable. "Ms. Granger, Head Girl does not exempt you from the basic rules of this institution and respect for your teachers is one of those rules."

"Yes, when school is in, school is not in for two more days. I will show you the utmost respect as of Sunday night until then, leave me alone." She rolled over on the grass and put her back to him. He stood gaping at her, his mouth open like a fish. Harry and Ron could no longer hold back their laughter. Snape turned his anger on them.

"Don't think I'm going to forget about this, you have double potions on Monday, I'll see you then." He turned stalked off toward the castle.

"Hermione that was brilliant! Bloody Brilliant!"

"Although I suspect he will try to poison us on Monday." Harry looked cheerful at the thought.

"Well I think everyone would suspect him if someone was poisoned, so I think we're safe." Hermione sat up again and faced her friends. "Wouldn't you love to get some dirt on him, something that would really make him squirm." Harry and Ron looked at her suspiciously.

"Are you sure you were sorted into the right house?"





"Professor Dumbledore, I'm having a problem locating one of the Hogwarts yearbooks. I need it for my History of magic report."

"Hermione are you sure you want to do so many research papers? Your doing four, most people only do one."

"Well actually Professor, most of them are almost complete. I only have to finish History of Magic make some small changes to arithmacy and transfiguration then of course there is potions. I wasn't able to start on it at all except minimal research."

"How do you think Professor Snape is going to react to you doing a research paper for him after your little run in the other day?"

"Well he can not dictate whether or not I do one, he can only make using the stores difficult. I'll figure it out. Back to the book, do you know where the book for 78 is?"

"I'm afraid that yearbook is almost impossible to come by. Every time we find a copy and put it in the library, it disappears. No one is quite sure what keeps happening to them."

"Really?" Hermione looked at Dumbledore with a knowing glance. His power to know all that goes on in the school was famous. He twinkled at her and smiled.

"I'll tell you what, I'll call around to some old students and see if they would be willing to allow you to borrow it. I know the teachers don't own anymore copies, they all gave them up to the library."



Snape loved the rush of the wind, the seamless movement, the gliding feeling, so few things made him feel happy, if only he could have a partner again.



Hermione opened the book, 'why did this have to be so much trouble?' She looked at school emblem emblazoned on the cover and then the one on the opening page. She read every word, including the printers information and any fine print there might be. All of the pictures moved of course, she would expect nothing less from a wizarding book. Everyone was there smiling and waving, some different some the same. Old Mcgonagall looked the same as did Dumbledore and Hagrid. There was some evidence of Muggle society in the way a few of them wore their hair and the style of the robes even had a seventies flair to them. Flitwick was sporting a porn star moustache and sprout had tried to feather her hair, 'look Binns was still alive then' Hermione wanted to tease each of them, but she would never do that, unless ... 'Nope, Snape still looks like the same obnoxious bastard. He doesn't even bother to smile for his pictures.' The bottom of the picture said Severus Snape first year teacher Potions. She flipped through some more pages looking for the right pictures, here they were, club pictures. 'Well they evidently had a drama club at some time, and music. Wonder why they stopped them? Probably had something to do with Snape being there. He probably found a way to outlaw fun.' She thought it would be interesting to add this to her paper, the clubs, not snape outlawing fun. She was so proud of her idea, To take up her favorite book, "Hogwarts A History" from where it left off. Binns had almost looked alive for a second when she told him the idea. She would talk about everything that had happened before her time as well as the stuff that she herself had experienced. It was going to be great. This book was the last part. She had every other year including The latest year where she talks about herself being made Head girl. She smiled smugly to herself. 'I notice Snape wasn't head boy' She chided herself for being so petty, when had this need to show up Snape started? Probably with that remark about her teeth, or maybe it was when she solved his logic puzzle. 'Whenever it was, I still made head girl and he didn't make head boy so there!' She began to go through the book again looking at the candid shots, they were always her favorite. There was a Weasley! She wasn't sure which one, but it was definitely a Weasley. A picture of two teachers getting married on the grounds, 'I wonder what happened to them.' She turned the page and staring back at her was Severus Snape, cloak off, black shirt unbuttoned, hands in the pockets of his black trousers hair loose blowing in the wind, roller skating. 'What?! Roller skating? He looks familiar *yeah it's Snape* The voice in her head was being a pain. 'No familiar in a different way.' As she watched the picture he did a few tricks trying to impress. The jet black skates with jet black wheels, she had seen this before. Under the picture it said, "The Black Knight" She picked up a quill and owled her mom. She new it would be the next day or later before she got an answer. 'My kingdom for a telephone!' She stared back at the picture and began to laugh.





She wasn't ready to share her news with Harry and Ron yet, She decided she had better hold on to it until she was sure she wouldn't need it, for other purposes. She had a constant smile on her face with the image of the picture going through her head. He had evidently posed for the picture, or at least not minded it being taken? It seems like something that he would have wanted out. 'Wait, maybe Snape is the one that is taking the yearbooks. Geez Hermione how slow can you be, of course it was him. How could you take your teacher seriously when you know that he roller skates for fun. I know I find him less threatening already.' She turned to the window, a tapping was coming from it. She opened the window to find her owl from yesterday. She gave him an owl treat and took her letter.

"Dear Hermione,

Yes the Black Knight was the roller disco dancer that I had a huge crush on, of course he was far to young for me but I would go see him before I was married to your father, I even talked your father into going to a couple of competitions with me when we started dating, then the Black Knight seemed to fall off the face of the earth. No one could find him. I sent the picture like you asked, I hope it helps. Just out of curiosity, why the sudden interest in a dead pastime? Hope everything is going well! Love Your mother"

Hermione took the photo out of the envelope and looked, There was her mother, young and thin, and there was unmistakably, Severus Snape standing next to her with his arm around her waist. His other arm was slightly blurred, 'he must have been waving, forgot that Muggle photo's don't move.' Now what was she going to do?



"Enter" Snape was sitting at his desk going through lesson plans and making lists of everything he would need for the following day when he was disturbed by someone invading his sanctuary. In walked Hermione Granger. 'I knew she'd be down here soon wanting to ask about that research paper, well I won't do it.'

"Yes Ms. Granger, To what do I owe this honor." 'This will be great'

"Well I was wondering if I could get you to ... Sign this ... for my mother. She stuck the picture under his oversized nose before he could say anything. "Be sure to sign it the Black Knight." Hermione tried her best to stay uncaring and indifferent, as if knowing his secret wasn't the greatest thing ever. Inside she was grinning ear to ear. He stared dumbly at the picture for a moment, uncertain what to say.

"How many people have seen this?"

"You mean here, or in general?"

"Lets start with here."

"Two, you and I."

"And in general?"

"Well that's hard to say. This was my moms pride and joy for a long tme, she carried it around in her purse along with pictures of my dad and later pictures of me." She tried her best to smile as if there was nothing going on.

Snape wasn't sure what to do, He could simply do what she asked and assume her Gryffindor Stupidity was in place and no one would see it, he could refuse and keep the picture, of course that would be stealing, 'you could put it in the trunck with everything else you have stolen' Or he could cast a memory charm, of course lets not forget what happened the last time someone tried that on one of the Potter dream team members. He decided to play it as cool and innocent as she was. "I could fix the photo so that it would move for her if you liked." He let the sarcasm flow freely, hoping he sounded like himself.

"No, no need in that, She likes to show it to people, muggles you know, they might get a little freaked out if the picture was moving." She knew he was being sarcastic but this was so much fun she just kept raising the stakes higher.

"Of course we don't want to freak out any muggles." He said it slightly under his breath, but Hermione still caught it. He handed the picture back to her and she took it and turned away. She said thanks as she left the room picture in hand. Both were unsure of what the next move would be.