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Singing? Why not dance?

All was quiet the next day, too quiet. Breakfast continued without fuss and the seventh years made it to Potions immediately after. Hermione was silent and thoughtful, nearly expectant, just waiting. Snape burst into the classroom dramatically and class begun. He launched into a lecture on some plant used in potions, but stopped half way through it, clutching his throat-he coughed violently, causing murmurs to float through the class. He flipped around to bark out something at them, but instantly began coughing sorely again. Hermione watched unresponsively. Slowly the coughing ceased and the class was silent again.

Snape turned around to continue his lecture with as much dignity as he could, considering he had nearly coughed his lungs out seconds before, to find a melodious note come from his lips. He hastily shut his mouth. What was up with his voice today? He cleared his throat and began again, courageously. Out came a jaunty tune "Put your left foot in, put your right in, in, out, in, out, shake it all about-" Snape slammed his mouth shut. This is a nightmare he told himself. He pinched himself. "Ow!!" he squealed. It came out like he was singing opera. The class was in stitches, singing an Italian soprano's part didn't suit Snape so well.

But now when he tried to close his mouth he couldn't. The noises kept coming whether he liked it or not. The class was in uproar. To hear Snape sing "Daisies, sunshine, butter mellow" like he was in a frilly skirt skipping through a meadow was one thing. To hear him singing "I know he is mine, he's really divine, the hero who conquered the Dark lord" in a lovesick voice, and a horrified expression was another.

Finally, after the most of the class had left, running to the toilets, screaming with laughter and holding their sides, Snape spluttered a few unintelligible words, that if it were anyone but Snape you would say they were apologies, that came out as rap, and fled the room. The few remaining students, laughed until tears were running down their faces and clutched unto the tables. Hermione managed a smirk before departing the classroom with the air of a queen.

SSSSSS

Snape, who had missed classes all day, managed to attend lunch. So, to the surprise of the majority of the school, he began to sing halfway through the desert. The school gaped at him, all except Dumbledore who recovered remarkably quickly.

"I always knew you had some musical talent, Severus." Dumbledore remarked calmly.

"You knew nothing of the sort, you old baboon" was instead sung as "Dance to the music, oh yeah!"

"Certainly, Severus." Dumbledore smiled benignly. The tables disappeared. "Come on, everybody, let's dance for Severus!" Snape turned a burning shade of red.

Snape began to tell off Dumbledore, but unfortunately it came out as all music and everybody began to whoop and dance.

"Come on now, Severus, you can't put in all this hard work for us to have a dance and not enjoy it!" Dumbledore encouraged, pushing him towards the wild crowd. "I'll put on some music to help you and you dance!" He shoved Snape towards Hermione and winked. "Have fun." And he was gone.

Snape attempted to follow Dumbledore out but he couldn't escape out of the crowd. Hermione grabbed him. "Not so fast there, sir."

"What do you think you're doing?" Snape panicked, singing, "Help, I need somebody!"

Hermione clutched onto him and began to 'dance'. She tramped on his toe. It cracked, Snape moaned. "Torn into pieces…" She stomped on his other foot. Snape groaned. "Wash away my sanity…" She twisted him around and hit his back. He bit his lip-no way was he going to say something! She shook him, his head going backwards and forwards until he was sure he'd join Nick and be Nearly Headless Sev.

She danced him around Millicent Bulstrode and he let out a "Rocking around the Chistmas tree" wail. Millicent frowned.

"Watch who you call a Christmas tree, mate!" She grabbed him by the neck and slammed him down on one on the tables by the side. "Or I'll turn you into a Christmas turkey! Ugly, wrinkly and ready to roast!!" She screamed. Pansy went to her side.

"What are you doing, Millicent?"

"He called me a Christmas tree!"

"Is that even an insult?" The two girls looked confused at each other.

"You're beautiful it's true." Snape sang pleadingly.

"Oh, I know." Pansy said, appeased. "I've known for years, but some people take a while to catch onto true beauty."

"All I want for Christmas is you!" Snape warbled hopefully.

"Aww, isn't that sweet, Millicent!! I think the Christmas tree thing must have been a compliment dear, even though you're not as pretty as me!" Pansy smiled sickeningly. "See you later, Professor!"

Snape sighed with relief to have them gone and to still remain intact, well, as much as possible, he winced, flexing his feet and left singing "The witch is dead! Which old witch? The wicked witch!"

Hermione grinned to herself as she left the hall, meeting Dumbledore on the way. Dumbledore winked. "Have fun my dear?"

"You have no idea." She grinned.

It seemed she had at least one ally.

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