Chapter 2 - Float in the Air
Professors' Dance
By Lady Urquentha
PG
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K Rowling. The plot is a version of a challenge submitted on the Infinite Incantantem board.
Sylvia outright laughed as she watched her friend spin around the dance floor. Poppy groaned and shook her head, a smile of amusement and resignation on her lips. Rolanda had a broad grin on her face, her gaze not fixed on the dancing pair but scanning the audience around them.
And the one step and he's sliding
And the two steps and she's gliding
3 and the 1 and the 2
And then they float in the air
Sixty years after they shocked the world by sharing the last dance at the Graduation Ball in her seventh year, Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore were once again alone on the dance floor. This time it was different, she was the Professor of Transfigurations, Deputy Headmistress, and Head of Gryffindor House, and he was the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
Side to side and she shows him
Back and forth cause she knows him
Round and round again
All that see them can't help but stare
The rumors, stories, weird looks and name calling had died down within a few months, and no-one had cared, or even remembered about the dance between the Head-girl and Deputy Headmaster. Those old stories had just been revived and were racing around the hall again, as students and teachers whispered among themselves.
Cause everyone knows they're in love
Everyone knows they're in love
Yes and everyone knows they're in love
By the way they dance
"They're all staring at us," Minerva murmured.
"Let them stare," Albus replied, drawing her closer to him.
Cheek to cheek cause he needs her
Hand in hand as he leads her
Face to face cause they know
They'll never dance alone
She'd gone a full circle now. Beautiful head girl Minerva McGonagall had become formidable, strict, uptight Professor McGonagall, and now let her former self shine through. Students were muttering among themselves, wondering over the change in their teacher. Her raven black hair was down for once, flowing freely across the back of her daringly low blue dress. Her green eyes sparkled and she looked fifty years younger as she smiled up at the man in whose arms she was dancing.
Cause everyone knows they're in love
Everyone knows they're in love
Yes and everyone knows they're in love
By the way they dance
Tonight they had ensured that no-one would forget their relationship. Where she had once danced with her hands on his shoulders, they were linked around his neck. Where once his hands had rested upon her hips, they were wrapped around her waist. Where once there had been distance between them there was now none. Where once she had leaned against his chest, now she looked up into his face, never taking her eyes off his.
By the way she moves in circles
Ever so sweetly she wins him completely
By the way he holds her so gracefully
The hand that he lends her is able and tender
Never a step to chance
Cause everyone knows they're in love
By the way they dance
Just as it had sixty-odd years previously, her skin tingled and sparked where it touched his. But unlike then, she knew what it was. The tingle of a soul-mate's skin, of a life-partner's skin. For that was what they were, partners in work and life.
Cause everyone knows they're in love
Everyone knows they're in love
Yes and everyone knows they're in love
By the way they dance
Albus looked down into her eyes and it was his turn to revel in the warmth, love and affection that shone forthwith. Feelings that were obvious to anyone who watched them dance across the floor. He leaned down slightly and caught her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss.
Cause everyone knows they're in love
Everyone knows they're in love
Yes and everyone knows they're in love
By the way they dance
Sylvia squealed in delight, as an uproar went up in hall. Exclamations and muttered oaths punctuated the air, the teachers not bothering to control them. But in the middle of the dance floor, Minerva McGonagall laid her head down on her employer's shoulder, closing her eyes.
A.N: Finished! Whaddya think?
E.N. Friendly editor here again…well, I'm only friendly when I want to be. Anyway, if you like this story, review so that she can have motivation to write others.
