They could have dance all night and all day afterwards...
Author's Notes: Wow, guys, thanks to all reviewers for their compliments and positive feedback (blushes). I could not resist adding another chapter for the aftermath as Minerva Quill and others suggested, so here it is. I hope this is received with the same enthusiasm although I've chosen to combine more humour with the romance to finish it off.
Epilogue: they could have danced all night and all day afterwards and the day after that...
If, per chance, anyone was up late enough later that night and happened to have passed the Great Hall, they would have heard the same record being played over and over again as two figures danced by the light of the enchanted moonlight. The woman sang softly along with the melody to her partner as he swept her off her feet and whirled her around the floor and then levitated both of them up to dance in with the stars. And they would have been surprised to note that the embracing couple were sharing their first of many long imagined kisses.
Next day, both the Hogwarts deputy headmistress and Headmaster were heard on several accounts by various students and staff, in various locations, such as the Slytherin-GryffindorTransfiguration class and the afternoon Staff meeting, where offers of cups of tea caused both Professors to get a little misty eyed and distracted, to be humming the same tune. In fact, according to Peeves, he distinctly heard a lilting Scottish voice singing over the hustle and bustle of the corridor's contra-flow of students as Professor McGonagall waited for her next class. Likewise, Professor Snape caught the headmaster dancing around his office with an invisible partner and when their meeting finally got underway it got periodically disrupted by the crooning of a phoenix who just would not change the record.
In future days, students were totally preoccupied by whether or not it was true that Parvati Patel had actually seen the Headmaster and Professor holding hands on the staff table.
Betting became rife throughout the school, courtesy of the legacy of the Weasley twins' betting pool, now taken over by Ron, until McGonagall confiscated a betting slip and all hell was let loose in the Gryffindor common room with the parting shot of: "I'm flattered that my Gryffindors are concerned about my welfare but that does not excuse them starting rumours about my private affairs!"
Incidentally, a few days later, Peeves ran a-mock when he decided to play their record over a bewitched loudspeaker to cause the two professors, who were whispering to each other about the ball as they left their seats on the staff table of the Great Hall, to be drawn to dance with each other. Allegedly, he had borrowed Snape's wand, although the Potions Professor denied that it was without his permission later on.
"PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVESSSSSSSSSS! When you heard me say that I could have danced all night, I did not mean literally," McGonagall shrieked and hissed, as she and Dumbledore waltzed and blushed along the aisle, with waves of the turning heads of students at their house tables.
As she managed to hiss through her teeth at the poltergeist to, 'stop playing our song,' the entire student body stood to witness the headmaster say to his deputy, "We might as well enjoy the spontaneity of this dance" and bend his head to softly kiss Professor McGonagall, framed in the archway of the Great Hall.
Cheers erupted from the entire school, including a tearful Hagrid and an ecstatic Hermione Granger who had placed a joint bet with her boyfriend Ron on when and where the teachers would be caught kissing, who, in typical Weasley fashion, summed up the situation with, "WE BLOODY WELL KNEW THEY WOULD GET TOGETHER!"
"Thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley," was a flushed and breathless McGonagall's reply as she broke away from Dumbledore but allowed her arms to remain entwined round his neck. The Headmaster and his deputy, walked, with their arms around each other, into the night talking about how they made each others' day.
FINITE.
Author's Notes: Wow, guys, thanks to all reviewers for their compliments and positive feedback (blushes). I could not resist adding another chapter for the aftermath as Minerva Quill and others suggested, so here it is. I hope this is received with the same enthusiasm although I've chosen to combine more humour with the romance to finish it off.
Epilogue: they could have danced all night and all day afterwards and the day after that...
If, per chance, anyone was up late enough later that night and happened to have passed the Great Hall, they would have heard the same record being played over and over again as two figures danced by the light of the enchanted moonlight. The woman sang softly along with the melody to her partner as he swept her off her feet and whirled her around the floor and then levitated both of them up to dance in with the stars. And they would have been surprised to note that the embracing couple were sharing their first of many long imagined kisses.
Next day, both the Hogwarts deputy headmistress and Headmaster were heard on several accounts by various students and staff, in various locations, such as the Slytherin-GryffindorTransfiguration class and the afternoon Staff meeting, where offers of cups of tea caused both Professors to get a little misty eyed and distracted, to be humming the same tune. In fact, according to Peeves, he distinctly heard a lilting Scottish voice singing over the hustle and bustle of the corridor's contra-flow of students as Professor McGonagall waited for her next class. Likewise, Professor Snape caught the headmaster dancing around his office with an invisible partner and when their meeting finally got underway it got periodically disrupted by the crooning of a phoenix who just would not change the record.
In future days, students were totally preoccupied by whether or not it was true that Parvati Patel had actually seen the Headmaster and Professor holding hands on the staff table.
Betting became rife throughout the school, courtesy of the legacy of the Weasley twins' betting pool, now taken over by Ron, until McGonagall confiscated a betting slip and all hell was let loose in the Gryffindor common room with the parting shot of: "I'm flattered that my Gryffindors are concerned about my welfare but that does not excuse them starting rumours about my private affairs!"
Incidentally, a few days later, Peeves ran a-mock when he decided to play their record over a bewitched loudspeaker to cause the two professors, who were whispering to each other about the ball as they left their seats on the staff table of the Great Hall, to be drawn to dance with each other. Allegedly, he had borrowed Snape's wand, although the Potions Professor denied that it was without his permission later on.
"PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVESSSSSSSSSS! When you heard me say that I could have danced all night, I did not mean literally," McGonagall shrieked and hissed, as she and Dumbledore waltzed and blushed along the aisle, with waves of the turning heads of students at their house tables.
As she managed to hiss through her teeth at the poltergeist to, 'stop playing our song,' the entire student body stood to witness the headmaster say to his deputy, "We might as well enjoy the spontaneity of this dance" and bend his head to softly kiss Professor McGonagall, framed in the archway of the Great Hall.
Cheers erupted from the entire school, including a tearful Hagrid and an ecstatic Hermione Granger who had placed a joint bet with her boyfriend Ron on when and where the teachers would be caught kissing, who, in typical Weasley fashion, summed up the situation with, "WE BLOODY WELL KNEW THEY WOULD GET TOGETHER!"
"Thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley," was a flushed and breathless McGonagall's reply as she broke away from Dumbledore but allowed her arms to remain entwined round his neck. The Headmaster and his deputy, walked, with their arms around each other, into the night talking about how they made each others' day.
FINITE.
