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A/N This is the twentieth of the series of drabbles and one-shots I'm writing for the 100 Times Challenge
Set one Christmas at Hogwarts.
20. Danced
At Christmas in Hogwarts all the houses emptied out and peace and quiet ensued. This was the way Hermione liked it. She would have loved to be home for the holidays, but her parents were going to visit friends in Germany and she found that she would rather stay at Hogwarts. She loved having the bedroom to herself; she didn't mind sharing with the other three girls, but having the space to herself was always a welcome change. Harry and Ron had also stayed at Hogwarts, they were the only three Gryffindors to remain.
Right now, however, the boys were out flying. Hermione could not understand it: why would they prefer to be out in the cold winter air than inside where the fires blazed. She was not complaining however, the tower was deserted and she was free to do as she wished. One of the few things Hermione had been good at as a child was ballet. This surprised anyone who knew because Hermione was rarely seen as graceful. She was pretty good though and enjoyed dancing. While the house was empty she liked to play some music, Swan Lake being her track of choice, and just dance. She transfigured the bedroom into a ballet studio, complete with mirrors, changed into her dancing clothes and stretched.
She leaped gracefully across the room, landing with precision, and continued moving en point. She did not follow any specific pattern in her dance, but let herself move freely, expressing how she felt and enjoying the moment. The dance was very sensuous, compelling and moving but Hermione did not pay attention to this, she focused instead on letting the music move her, instead of moving to the music. There in private, with an old record player for company, she danced.