Let's Dance the Last dance Chapter five- sequins
'Why shouldn't she be my partner, it will help keep her quiet if she is part of the secret. Unless of course she has been harboring the desire to perform and arranges a show for us in front of the entire school. That will not be good. She does has the tendency to want to be noticed. No surely she will not want anyone to know that she is roller dancing with the most hated professor the school has ever seen. Unless of course there is some reason she would like every one to know, so that she can embarrass me, well I refuse to be embarrassed by such a chit of a girl. She can not do this to me, "I am Severus Snape Potions Master."
"I know who you are, I just don't know why you are staring at me like that." Snape's eyes focused and he realized he had been wandering and thinking and was now standing in front of Minerva Mcgonagall. She stood with her arms crossed tapping her foot waiting for an answer.
'Just like when she was my teacher.' "I'm sorry Minerva, I was thinking out loud." 'That sounded really stupid.'
"You have to remind yourself who you are now, I don't think you need to be teaching if your memory is that far gone." Snape ground his teeth and held back his biting remarks. "Now get back down into your dungeon and do whatever it is you do down there. It is not your night to patrol, it is Ms. Granger's." She turned and went back into the room she was coming out of. Snape had the urge to run screaming all over the castle just to spite her.
'That is not the way a grown man thinks, not even a grown man who roller skates as his hobby. Why couldn't I have taken up kick boxing or something.'
Hermione watched Snape walk off mumbling to himself and figured she should go a different direction. She tried to tell the way he came from but unfortunately she had her eyes closed at the time. She began to wander the halls looking for secret entrances. 'Not that I would know the password or anything.' She caught herself humming "Dancing Queen" a couple of times before she decided that she was alone enough to belt it out at the top of her lungs. She wandered the halls of the dungeon singing and looking for doors, 'not at all odd for the head girl to be doing on a Friday night at' she looked down at her watch, 'Oh Merlin, three in the morning! It's a good thing I get the Friday night shift, at least I can sleep late tomorrow.' She turned to head back and realized that in her zestful singing she had not paid attention to the turns and twists. She was completely lost in the dungeons. Where only Slytherins and Filch (Who probably would've been a Slytherin) went. From the looks of the floor and windowsills, the house-elves didn't even bother with this part of the school. Not that they would help her anyway 'Damn SPEW' The house elves, except for Dobby, still held some animosity toward her. She sat down on the floor against one of the walls and waited for an idea to strike her. She was a firm believer in her eight hours of sleep and found that her mind did not function as well on less, and it had been far less. She transfigured a rock into a pillow and laid down in the floor, never thinking about using her wand to help her get out.
