With the witches in agreement, they were going to take advantage of their knowledge, skill, and the music they were being provided with.
As they came up from their slide, Fleur leaned back, and Hermione kicked up her right leg straight up, flashing more skin, and leg it swing down, curling up on Fleur's leg. Leaving it there for a second, the blonde then grasped the brunette's shoulders and spun her in a circle twice, before grabbing her wrist and twirling her away to stand right.
Coming out of the spin, Hermione immediately began the sensual sweeping leg weave that was signature to the tango. She danced closer to her partner while they also circled each other subconsciously feeling each other out with their magic.
They took dramatic steps towards each other and Hermione quickly spun around allowing Fleur to lead her into a semi-circular dip. Coming up the smaller witch kicked both her legs up, spreading them in a V, her skirt covering her private area while giving a good show of her inner legs, thighs, and some of her bum. She was extremely thankful that she decided to wear a thong as her mother suggested in her last letter. It was originally so her dress robes didn't show any undergarment lines, but worked out to have a second purpose tonight.
She brought them full circle, but once her feet touched the floor again, Fleur quickly bent down and lifted her up over her shoulder, one hand holding knee for leverage allowing Hermione to lift her leg up again and kept the other one level with her body that was her anchor. Hermione arched into the pose, allowing her head to loll back and her arms stretched out, only letting her foot point towards the ground. She spun the smaller witch slowly, displaying her legs, the front of her robe covering her groin.
While being brought down, the petite witch wrapped an arm around the taller witch's shoulder allowing her to turn and face her partner. They wove their legs around each other as they danced in a circular motion, dominating the center of the floor.
Hermione's legs had gotten the attention of everyone in the vicinity with eyes. The students from the other schools were interested. Those from Beauxbatons were impressed while the ones from Durmstrang were amazed. The delicate strength and beauty they were displaying was awe inspiring to the wizarding soldiers.
The Hogwarts students were speechless. It was shocking to see their resident bookworm appearing on Krum's arm, looking as though she stepped out of a magazine. It was mind blowing to see that she had sex appeal, the flashes of skin were tantalizing. Her thighs were soft and inviting, her calves delicately toned.
Fleur spun the brunette again, and the smaller witch took advantage of the movement and let it carry her behind the taller witch. She leaned into the taller witch, wrapping her arms around her midsection like a lover, pressing her breasts firmly against her back, as she was sliding her right leg up against her partner's leg.
As she was sliding it back down the blonde witch spun in the brunette's arms and dramatically made the brunette walk three paces backwards. They wove their legs together again in the famous intricate steps. Hermione then stepped back still holding Fleur and danced her partner in a circle, the taller witch's feet crossed on point as though she were the center of a compass. Once she completed the circle, she stepped closer to the taller witch, and let her hand come up to caress the taller witch's jawline. The blonde witch leaned into Hermione's hand, then kicked out her leg, the dress parting for the appealing appendage, and pulling it back. She did this three times, giving the viewers the image of a woman taking off her clothes.
One the last kick she swept her leg in an arch to Hermione, and dragging it up the smaller witch's leg. She leaned into the smaller witch once her leg was over her hip. Hermione swept her leg in a delicate motion to support them, before taking the taller witch and spinning her.
Fleur ended the turn by landing with her right leg behind her, showing it off, before slowly rising and dramatically stepping back towards Hermione. They clasped hands again and fell into the basic steps again.
Once they were back in the center of the dancefloor, Fleur lowly dipped Hermione in a deep sweeping motion, holding the brunette's knee to her hip before pulling her up closely. They wove their legs together, faster in beat with the music. Their steps became more intricate showing off their prowess making no mistakes.
The witches' eyes were glazed over, their stare intense and passionate as their steps. Their smiles were practically feral.
Fleur turned Hermione again so her chest was facing the smaller witch's back. She turned her face towards the brunette's neck softly smelling her, while one of her arms snaked across her midsection possessively. The smaller witch thrust her head back towards her blonde partner, her arm flashing up to possessively hold the taller witch closer to her. Their dance looked more like foreplay and the room seemed to heat up as their audience watched with bated breath.
They were facing the Great Hall's doors when Professor Snape walked back in, his eyes zeroing in on what held everyone's attention.
Hermione lifted her right leg up bending it upwards slowly towards the ceiling, before kicking it straight up, teasing their audience again with a show of skin. From up she brought it down in a sideways arch, the witch behind her moving her hands again, this time to her waist, and lifted her up, Hermione bending her leg upwards again, arching into the lift. Her eyes locked with her professor's while she was being brought down, heat shot from her eyes to his shocked dark ones.
Severus's blood warmed up considerably, his breath coming in heavier. While he was a professor, at an esteemed private institute, he was still a man. He was the youngest professor in all of Hogwarts' history, and it had been some time since he had last been with a woman, but their passion was cool compared to the look in his student's eyes. It was intoxicating.
Dread filled the wizard knowing that he would have conflicted feelings in the next upcoming months because of that quick moment between them.
Hermione was brought down low, letting one of her legs slide under her and through her blonde partner's parted legs. She turned over expertly, trusting Fleur to keep her from hitting the floor. Fleur was pulling Hermione up, Hermione dragging her finger's against the blonde's displayed leg, while her other hand seemed to be caressing the blonde's hip and waist. Her breasts eventually slid across the other witch's midsection as they kept the ascent slow, falling into a display of a lovers embrace.
As soon as their eyes disconnected Severus took the moment to scan the faces of the others in the room. Most of them looked to be in awe, a few of the wizards' faces were red, and he was sure if he was to look there would be a few… tents as well. Some of the witches' faces were red, especially Hogwarts' students, who were seeing more of their classmate than they ever thought they'd see. It was obvious they thought her body would seem as hideous as her teeth previously were, with the young witch constantly hiding it under baggy frumpy sweaters. Even his fellow colleague, Minerva, was blushing at her favorite cub. However even she could only watch the couple dance, captivated by the swift decisive movements with its intricate footwork.
They barely pulled apart and were again weaving their legs around each other as the last stanza began to play. Each had a hand at the base of each other's skull, their eyes locked, and their grips firm. Finally the end of the song had come and Fleur swept Hermione in another dip; Hermione wrapped one of her legs around Fleur's hip, the skirts of their robes gathering between their legs showing a large amount of skin.
On the last deep note from the cello that felt as though it thrummed through them, the peak of their dip, Fleur slanted her lips across Hermione's in a passionate yet chaste kiss. Too far into the music, Hermione arched into the kiss, pulling Fleur closer.
When the note finished, they lifted up and pulled apart, some of the heat leaving their eyes, but both still grinning wildly, their faces flush from the dance. Fleur kissed both of Hermione's cheeks in thanks, and Hermione met each kiss, an automatic response drilled into her through family.
"Merci, mademoiselle 'ermionee Granger. Eet waz a wonderful danse." The blonde willowy witch said happily, if breathlessly.
"The pleasure was mine, mademoiselle Fleur Delacour." Hermione said, her voice coming out like a sigh.
They smiled at each other again before they were interrupted by a loud applause.
"Give it up for Champion Fleur Delacour and Miss Hermione Granger! They gave us the gift of watching them dance! Woo! They were on fire!" the lead singer of the Weird Sisters overheard and gave them a shout out.
Both witches took out their wands and reversed their alterations before nodding at the crowd, still grinning. After a few seconds though, they made their way off the floor, sticking close together, making a beeline for Viktor, whom was still standing near the refreshments. When they reached him, they both noticed his cheeks were tinted pink, which made them laugh at the shy wizard.
"You both danced vell," he said looking them in the face.
"Merci/Thank you."
"You both moved … gracefully and fearlessly. It vas very daring and entertaining. Like watching two tigers." He finished with a small grin.
His cheeks were still tinted pink, but he seemed excited, much like how Hermione had seen people after a quidditch match. It was decidedly cute.
At any rate, it wasn't long before Hogwarts' headmaster approached him, his eyes were twinkling with a big smile on his face.
"Ladies if you don't mind an old man saying, that was quite some show you put on." His eyes twinkled brightly at that, "Hogwarts hasn't seen a dance like that in quite a few decades, it was quite an honor. Please enjoy the rest of your evening ladies, Mr. Krum."
He nodded at the three of them before walking away, leaving just as quickly as he appeared.
Hermione quietly wondered why no one else was coming up to talk to them when she remembered she was with two of the four champions for the tournament. One was an extremely beautiful part veela and the other was a famous quidditch player; both made people feel like they were 'out of their league' and not close enough in status to be able to talk to them.
She was unaware that Harry and Ron had come back into the Great Hall a few scant moments before Fleur asked her to dance. Both were in their corner, red in the face for different reasons. Harry was flushed because he had seen a lot of his best friend in a way that reminded him that she was not sexless and embarrassed at seeing her kiss a girl (because he liked it). Ron was red in the face, angrier than he had been earlier, making different assumptions about her each crazier than the last and flashing through his mind like quicksilver.
As soon as their friend left the dancefloor they quietly kept up talk of giants through the night when they could find their voices again.
Harry was more than willing to pretend that his best friend, who was a girl, was sexless, because he loved her like a sister. He did acknowledged that Hermione was a girl though, unlike his daft red-head friend. However he was quite conflicted and embarrassed with himself for getting excited over Hermione's kiss with Fleur. He knew it would be all over the school, just like the fact that she came to the ball with Krum. His bit his tongue knowing that he would have to hear Ron complain about Hermione since he was sure his red headed friend's jealousy was reaching new levels tonight.
The purebloods had the proverbial rug pulled from under them watching the witches tango. Some of the pureblood witches were trying to rationalize it as something that some muggles must do well, while still struggling to maintain that muggles were inferior and uncivilized.
A certain Slytherin blond's thoughts and feelings were going haywire, tonight had mocked most of his beliefs. He was disgusted. He was excited. He was scared. He was intrigued. At the end of the mudblood's dance however, he was fascinated.
He thought he knew his enemies, keep your enemies closer and what not, but this had blown those presumptions out of the water.
Hermione Granger had always blown his presumptions of mudbloods out of the water. She was smart and magically talented, something that was chalked up to being an abnormality. Without those oversized teeth of hers, and her hair losing its bushy quality, she was stunning. He had secretly always found her a little cute, but was able to will those thoughts away with over focusing on her teeth and her hair.
'Is she really a mudblood or is she just adopted? Is she a half-blood bastard child? What is she?' Draco Malfoy was grasping at straws.
He wanted to keep his ideals in check. He wanted Hermione Granger to be an anomaly not the rule. She had always rocked his belief's foundations that were always steadied by his father's words, but tonight she cracked them. For better or worse he wasn't sure, and planned to pussyfoot around Granger until he was sure. Her two buffoon friends though were still free-game.
In the meantime he had Pansy to keep him company for the night. Even if the snobby witch had said nothing, the insecurity was plain to see in her eyes even if she kept her head high. The small discreet looks she kept shooting at the mudblood was telling. Granger started something with that dance, and the purebloods weren't sure what. It was obvious that they would be keeping it close to vest though instead of talking about it with their families.
Merci- Thank you
Madamoiselle- Miss
Danse- Dance