Young Severus Snape decided that the best way to impress his friend was to practice his dance moves as often as possible, and not rest until he was certain that he could pull them off gracefully. He harbored sweet visions of his dear friend "ooh"-ing, and "ah"-ing at his grace and loveliness, and she wouldn't even have a spare thought to notice how jealous James was.
He knew where he had to go a room he had stumbled upon long long long longlonglong looooooong agooooo. When he was but a child of 13. (Yes, that's a year ago).
(Now for a flashback [within a flashback)
Ever since Avery and Mulciber had discovered just how much he cared for his muggle-born friend, they refused to leave Severus alone. At first they had thought it was because the two had known each other before school, but now, in their third year it was plain the friendship ran deeper than all that, especially for Severus, and they felt it was time for him to let such ties go. They decided to let him know in as tactful a manner as possible.
"Muggle-Lover! Muggle-Lover! Muggle-Lover! Muggle-Lover! Muggle-Lover!" the sign squeaked every time he took a step, and try as he may, he could not remove it from his back. He had the distinct feeling that Avery had put a permanent sticking charm on the dreadful thing. He ran through the hall ("MuggleLoverMuggleLoverMuggleLoverMuggleLover!") the Slytherins laughing at him, and everyone else looking at him as though he had washed his hair. He couldn't decide whether it was worth it to just take off his robes. No, that would be worse worse worse.
He turned down into a less populated corridor to avoid the stares, and launched himself into the first door he could find. Inside he found a very large walk-in closet with an entire wall of mirrors, and sets of robes in all sizes for all the houses. As soon as he switched robes the incessant squeaking stopped and he realized that he had been holding his breath. His skin had been turning blue, and of course red from the embarrassment resulting in some bizarre purple shade. It was quite lovely actually. He took a deep breath, looked at himself in the mirror and exited the room he had not thought about enough yet to classify as mysterious.
And found himself face to face with one Lily Evans.
"Sev! There you are! You completely missed Transfiguration! I took notes for you, well, you can copy mine that is." Severus smiled at his friend's kindness and thanked his lucky stars that she hadn't seen him with that awful sign on his back. She grinned, "don't you just love me!?"
When he had turned around, later in the conversation, the door had gone. He had not found it the same way ever again, but only when he was in great need. And he knew this was a time of great need. He needed to learn to dance. Greatly.
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"Well, Draco… The first thing you need to learn about dancing is… too… erm…" Draco was looking up at him with such admiration and trust that Snape found it very hard to concentrate. This had never happened to him before.
"Yes Professor?" The boy said eagerly
Snape opened and closed his mouth a few times, at a complete loss as to what to say to this boy.
This was going to be harder than he thought.
End Chapter five
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