-=I do not, nor will ever own Snape—shame really.=-
Delving Deeper
Dancing with Professors
"Same as yesterday, spread out with your partners." The Potions Mistress directed, and started the music. "Waltz, lets see if any of you practised. Practice makes perfect."
Their dancing had improved after about four songs, it almost looked like a waltz.
She shortened her robes to her calves. "Now you are going to take note of our footwork. Professor Snape, if you'll do me the honour."
Snape smirked. Taking her hand and waist they set off at the first bar. They made a beautiful pair. Some of the students made lewd comments but not loud enough to be heard over Hermione's instruction.
Both were light on their feet. The students hadn't adequately copied them, Professor Granger assured them that it will happen if they keep practising.
After dismissing the students, the professors took a couple turns around the dance-floor. Severus was better at the slower numbers, but wasn't relaxed enough for the fast playful dances.
When she stopped for a breath Hermione sneaked a bit of biscuit. Severus caught sight of the little professor he growled in earnest. "You!"
Hermione burst out laughing. "I want to dance on the table. Come now, you said."
Miffed, "Blast you woman, I know what I said." Snape walked over picked the tiny witch up and set her on the tabletop. Halfway through a slow number, "This is giving me the creeps. I hope you're enjoying this."
Hermione twinkled.