J.K, I believe I have something of yours,except the plot, completely mine, because you aren't quite so perverse as I(or are you?)
It seemed like two minutes since Dumbledore had announced the masked ball and now here it was, only two hours to go. After much deliberation, Hermione had decided to go masked as a Geisha girl, wearing lilac dress robes with a mandarin collar. She looked in the mirror, and though not impressed with her appearance, a regular occurance of low self- esteem, she felt that her efforts were rewarded in her looking better than she usually did. After all, she never usually made any effort and yet here she was, feeling cultured, sophisticated and yet not beautiful.
Half an hour passed, with still an hour and a half to go, half an hour before Hermione would go down to the Great Hall to help decorate with Professor Flitwick. Whilst waiting for the time to pass, she sat her desk and began to read her favourite book, a most famous one in muggle literature, "Sense and Sensibility". She fantasised what it would like to be Marianne Dashwood, and after all her chasing of a forbidden love, find her heart lay with a most unsuspecting suitor. In a moment of restlessness, she threw down the book with a sigh and looked around the room, which she realised she had never really done before. In one corner was her bookshelves, crammed with both muggle and wizarding books, all of them loved and read frequently by Hermione. Further along the wall was situated her four poster bed, complete with cabinet next to it, holding pictures of herself with Ron and Harry and a picture of her parents. A large mirror was attached to the next wall, along with the door and her gaze finally rested where she was, seeing her desk, covered with homework, books and pens, relying on the same wall as her wardrobe and shelves. She had never really took in how at home she felt in the room until now, and how comfortable it really was. Completely unaware she had been staring mindlessly round her room for twenty minutes, she looked down at her watch, realising she had to go, and ran down, out of the Gryffindor tower, and down the main staircase to the Great Hall, where Professor Flitwick had already began decorating.
After an hour of hard decorating, Hermione couldn't wait for the ball to start, and the first students began to arrive, masked as a huge assortment of things, including cats, lions, faeries and even a Michael Jackson, which Hermione found rather odd, though nobody else seemed to, muggle borns being the only ones who realised the situation. She found herself unconciously scanning the crowds for Severus, though he didn't appear, which really, wasn't so bad because then she didn't have to deal with those mind boggling feelings. She noticed Dumbledore dancing with McGonagall, bringing back memories of the Triwizard tournament ball, causing Hermione to giggle. She made her way in and out of groups of people, occasionally stopping to dance with students she was fond of, including Sabriel and her friends. Eventually, the band hired for the night, "The Wicky-Wicky Warlocks" decided to work against Hermione and play a slow song so she made the descision to get a drink and began to make her way over to the refreshments table when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She slowly turned to find she was faced with a man masked as a Phoenix, offering his hand for her to dance. She willing placed her hand in his, and he waltzed her onto the dance floor, sweeping her away. He wasn't visible through his mask, nor did he speak to her, but Hermione felt so strongly attracted to this man, it was hard to contemplate. As the song came to a finish, the masked man bowed to her and walked off into the crowds, leaving Hermione stood there gobsmacked, and wondering who this amazing stranger could be.
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The next day, everyone was talking about Professor Granger's dance with the Phoenix of no identity, everyone desperate to know who it was. Even in this popularity, Hermione failed to notice, in wishing she could know who's strong arms had held her, and made her feel so secure. Never before had she felt as she had dancing with her masked Romeo. It was as if someone had given her the most wonderful thing in the world, then taken it away, saying she could never have it again, rendering her helpless and unable to concentrate. To top this off, she had to teach potions to the first years, and although they weren't a bad class, she found they weren't of the highest ability, and at this, she felt sorry for the Hufflepuff's. Making her way down towards the dungeon, not passing Snape on the way, leaving her to assume he had not had a potions class previously that day, she felt no desire to teach until she had found out about her masked man. She swept into the classroom, robes billowing behind her, very reminiscent of Severus, and wrote the instructions for the students on the board for their invisibility potion. After starting the class off on their potions, she realised she had left all of her quills upstairs, and not even daring to think about the consequences that may occur if she left this class unsupervised, she decided to look and see if Snape had one she could borrow, therefore, leaving her able to mark the homework of her fourth year Ravenclaw/Slytherin class. After rummaging about in one draw, and finding nothing, she began to get frustrated. Upon reaching the final draw, and it not opening, she began to get annoyed, and muttering "Alohomora!", managed to get the draw unlocked. Hoping there would be at least one quill in there, she pulled open the draw the reveal, sat upon a pile of potions essays, a large phoenix mask, labelled "Property of S. Snape!"
Not wanting to face Miss Granger at any point that day, Severus had taken refuge in the staff room, knowing that she had several classes that day, potions included. He recalled her face as he had offered her his hand as an invitation to dance, her look of pure joy as he spun her round on the dance floor, those watchful eyes of all the students, wondering who this amazing stranger was, never once believing that it could possibly be him. He hoped she never found out that it was him. It was impossible as it was, to love someone who didn't love you back, let alone to confess your feelings to them. He was glad he had locked the mask in his draw, it never once occuring to him that she might look in the draws, for anything, let alone a mask. He had just sat back in his chair, with a large mug of hot chocolate, a rare treat for him on the colder days, when the sound of the door crashing open startled him into spilling his drink over himself. He jumped up in surprise to see Hermione stood there, eyes cold as ice, hair crackling with electricity in such a way that almost frightened Severus. Wondering what could have caused her to be this angry, any fears about his feelings were confirmed when she brandished his mask, his jaw dropping as she said in a low and threatening tone, "Care to explain anything, Severus?"
*Let me know what you think as the action starts!!!! Hope you like!!!"
It seemed like two minutes since Dumbledore had announced the masked ball and now here it was, only two hours to go. After much deliberation, Hermione had decided to go masked as a Geisha girl, wearing lilac dress robes with a mandarin collar. She looked in the mirror, and though not impressed with her appearance, a regular occurance of low self- esteem, she felt that her efforts were rewarded in her looking better than she usually did. After all, she never usually made any effort and yet here she was, feeling cultured, sophisticated and yet not beautiful.
Half an hour passed, with still an hour and a half to go, half an hour before Hermione would go down to the Great Hall to help decorate with Professor Flitwick. Whilst waiting for the time to pass, she sat her desk and began to read her favourite book, a most famous one in muggle literature, "Sense and Sensibility". She fantasised what it would like to be Marianne Dashwood, and after all her chasing of a forbidden love, find her heart lay with a most unsuspecting suitor. In a moment of restlessness, she threw down the book with a sigh and looked around the room, which she realised she had never really done before. In one corner was her bookshelves, crammed with both muggle and wizarding books, all of them loved and read frequently by Hermione. Further along the wall was situated her four poster bed, complete with cabinet next to it, holding pictures of herself with Ron and Harry and a picture of her parents. A large mirror was attached to the next wall, along with the door and her gaze finally rested where she was, seeing her desk, covered with homework, books and pens, relying on the same wall as her wardrobe and shelves. She had never really took in how at home she felt in the room until now, and how comfortable it really was. Completely unaware she had been staring mindlessly round her room for twenty minutes, she looked down at her watch, realising she had to go, and ran down, out of the Gryffindor tower, and down the main staircase to the Great Hall, where Professor Flitwick had already began decorating.
After an hour of hard decorating, Hermione couldn't wait for the ball to start, and the first students began to arrive, masked as a huge assortment of things, including cats, lions, faeries and even a Michael Jackson, which Hermione found rather odd, though nobody else seemed to, muggle borns being the only ones who realised the situation. She found herself unconciously scanning the crowds for Severus, though he didn't appear, which really, wasn't so bad because then she didn't have to deal with those mind boggling feelings. She noticed Dumbledore dancing with McGonagall, bringing back memories of the Triwizard tournament ball, causing Hermione to giggle. She made her way in and out of groups of people, occasionally stopping to dance with students she was fond of, including Sabriel and her friends. Eventually, the band hired for the night, "The Wicky-Wicky Warlocks" decided to work against Hermione and play a slow song so she made the descision to get a drink and began to make her way over to the refreshments table when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She slowly turned to find she was faced with a man masked as a Phoenix, offering his hand for her to dance. She willing placed her hand in his, and he waltzed her onto the dance floor, sweeping her away. He wasn't visible through his mask, nor did he speak to her, but Hermione felt so strongly attracted to this man, it was hard to contemplate. As the song came to a finish, the masked man bowed to her and walked off into the crowds, leaving Hermione stood there gobsmacked, and wondering who this amazing stranger could be.
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The next day, everyone was talking about Professor Granger's dance with the Phoenix of no identity, everyone desperate to know who it was. Even in this popularity, Hermione failed to notice, in wishing she could know who's strong arms had held her, and made her feel so secure. Never before had she felt as she had dancing with her masked Romeo. It was as if someone had given her the most wonderful thing in the world, then taken it away, saying she could never have it again, rendering her helpless and unable to concentrate. To top this off, she had to teach potions to the first years, and although they weren't a bad class, she found they weren't of the highest ability, and at this, she felt sorry for the Hufflepuff's. Making her way down towards the dungeon, not passing Snape on the way, leaving her to assume he had not had a potions class previously that day, she felt no desire to teach until she had found out about her masked man. She swept into the classroom, robes billowing behind her, very reminiscent of Severus, and wrote the instructions for the students on the board for their invisibility potion. After starting the class off on their potions, she realised she had left all of her quills upstairs, and not even daring to think about the consequences that may occur if she left this class unsupervised, she decided to look and see if Snape had one she could borrow, therefore, leaving her able to mark the homework of her fourth year Ravenclaw/Slytherin class. After rummaging about in one draw, and finding nothing, she began to get frustrated. Upon reaching the final draw, and it not opening, she began to get annoyed, and muttering "Alohomora!", managed to get the draw unlocked. Hoping there would be at least one quill in there, she pulled open the draw the reveal, sat upon a pile of potions essays, a large phoenix mask, labelled "Property of S. Snape!"
Not wanting to face Miss Granger at any point that day, Severus had taken refuge in the staff room, knowing that she had several classes that day, potions included. He recalled her face as he had offered her his hand as an invitation to dance, her look of pure joy as he spun her round on the dance floor, those watchful eyes of all the students, wondering who this amazing stranger was, never once believing that it could possibly be him. He hoped she never found out that it was him. It was impossible as it was, to love someone who didn't love you back, let alone to confess your feelings to them. He was glad he had locked the mask in his draw, it never once occuring to him that she might look in the draws, for anything, let alone a mask. He had just sat back in his chair, with a large mug of hot chocolate, a rare treat for him on the colder days, when the sound of the door crashing open startled him into spilling his drink over himself. He jumped up in surprise to see Hermione stood there, eyes cold as ice, hair crackling with electricity in such a way that almost frightened Severus. Wondering what could have caused her to be this angry, any fears about his feelings were confirmed when she brandished his mask, his jaw dropping as she said in a low and threatening tone, "Care to explain anything, Severus?"
*Let me know what you think as the action starts!!!! Hope you like!!!"