#6 - Saving Grace: Harry/Minerva
[How can we know the dancer from the dance?]
Professor McGonagall had certainly done this dance before, Harry could tell. He wasn't even aware that he possessed a fluctuating feeling for her, until he found himself watching her swooping around the empty great hall, in the arms of his best friend, Ron.
She was showing him the steps for the dance they would perform at the Yule Ball. Previously, Harry hadn't believed that anyone truly knew how to dance, but this was untrue, obviously. McGonagall was a natural goddess, the way she whirled around the hard floor, her dark, emerald coloured robes flowing out around her. Her skin, wrinkled eyes, and grey hair proclaimed that she was an elderly woman…
…But her soft, graceful movements could be mistaken for that of a girl.