[pic]A/N Okay I wrote this because of an idea that popped into my head
about Hermione. To me she seems the sort who would enjoy dance, you know
her being a bit of a perfectionist and that's what Ballet is all about.
Well review and tell me what you think, maybe if I have enough cause I
shall think up more adventures for our little Mione and Sevipoo's.
Disclaimer:- I own the plot not the characters who are J K Rowlings.
Dance For Me By Hermia LaFaye.
Hermione was in her seventh year at Hogwarts and she was enjoying it immensely because the year previous the dark lord had finally been defeated in one of the worst battles to date. It was she and her friends Harry and Ron who had delivered the deathblow to Voldomort and now the trio were free to enjoy life as they wished.
On this particular night Hermione was on her way back from a particularly gruelling class with her muggle studies teacher Madam Clara Swam. In the first year this particular teacher had offered that instead of taking the muggle studies class, they could simply take dance classes off of her instead. Hermione had jumped at this chance as she missed her ballet classes from home. So as a result Hermione had been taking ballet for the past seven years and had turned into quite an accomplished dancer. She had also this year to her great delight had been made head girl.
Hermione rubbed her eyes, she was tired and her whole body ached. She hadn't even been bothered to change out of her dance gear she had just wrapped her robe around her person. She walked slowly down the corridor her Pointe shoes making soft tapping noises with every step that she took. It was as she passed the great hall that she noticed something amiss, the door was slightly ajar.
Her tiredness gone she made her way to the door and slowly pushed it open. She popped her head round the door and looked round, there was no one in sight. Gingerly stepping in she walked soundlessly up the ails between the tables. Placing her bag on the Gryfindor table she looked around. She had never seen the hall at night before, instead of an eerie atmosphere that she normally associated with the darkness. She instead felt the familiar form of comfort wrap itself around her heart. She looked up and stared at the ceiling, a thousand stars twinkled down at her, the moonlight shone through the windows made the tables and chairs look almost ethereal. It was at that moment that she felt an urge. Slipping off her robe she climbed on the Gryfindor table and began to dance.
Severus Snape stalked through the halls of Hogwarts, he despised doing nightly patrols. It took away from him precious hours when he could be doing other things such as reading and grading homework's. Since the defeat of Voldomort the year previous Snape had changed, not outwardly but inside where it counts. He felt more relaxed and at peace than he could ever remember. This showed in his classes, he now took points away from the Slytherins instead of just awarding them.
It was as he was making his way down the main corridor that he noticed a figure entering the great hall, smirking more evilly than normal he made his way silently to the open door. Careful not to make a sound he pushed the door slowly open and made his way inside. The sight which greeted him was not one he had expected.
Hermione started off simply, doing a few twirls and simple steps on the balls of her feet. Then pausing she closed her eyes and performed her little bit of wand less magic, a music charm. The haunting strains of Pavane's opus 50 began to play in the air. Hermione paused for a moment flexing her toes inside her pointes, then stepping up onto them she began to slowly dance around on the table.
Professor Severus Snape had never been so shocked in his life. The nerve of the Granger girl was one he'd never come across, he opened his mouth to shout and sneer at her but quickly closed it as he heard the music fill the air. Curiosity taking over him, he stepped back into the shadows and leaned against the wall arms folded. He watched as she stood up on the very tips of her toes and silently wondered how she could manage this feat with not a single gasp. He saw the smile which graced her features as she paused in an arabesque. He had never seen anybody dance like this before, it was awe inspiring. He slowly realised that this must be what Professor Swan taught her students in that dance class of hers, ballet she had called it. The sardonic sneer which had been gracing his features slowly turned into a smile as he watched the moonlight transform the bushy haired know it all into something ethereal and mystical.
Hermione felt elated, it wasn't very often that she just danced. More often than not she would be just completing exercises and going over routines, her teacher had given them free use of the studio in their spare time but with her other duties and classes all her free time was taken over and what she did have left she spent with Harry, Ron and Holly. All too soon the music ended, feeling more relaxed than she felt in ages, Hermione stepped down off of the table gathered her things and made her way back to her dormitories all without seeing the shadowy figure in the corner.
Snape watched as she walked out, smiling to himself he slipped out after her and continued his rounds of the school.
The next morning, Hermione was sat down eating her breakfast listening half heartedly to Ron and Harry who were engaged in a ferocious argument over the hue of the chudly canons uniform,
"It's burnt out orange Harry I'm telling you!!" Harry shook his head and swallowed his bun and replied
"Ron you must be joking it is clearly a sunset orange!"
"But..." Ron suddenly stopped speaking and stared behind Hermione.
Hermione turned her head to find herself staring at Professor Snape, she gulped as his face twisted into a sardonic sneer,
"Well it's good to see that brains were not wasted on your two good heads" he said sneering at both Harry and Ron.
He then stepped forward and seemed to be examining the table, he stood back frowning to himself, he then looked at Hermione,
"Hhhuuummm well those marks are quite peculiar, it almost looks as if someone was dancing all over them last night" Hermiones face went pale as he continued
"I suggest you inform this person Ms Granger that we have a studio for that very purpose as I'm led to believe by our dear Madam Swan and that it should not be necessary for said person not to use the dinner tables as a dance floor" with that Snape walked off clock billowing behind him leaving a very shocked head girl in his wake.
Potions was going to get very interesting was her thought as she turned back to her breakfast.
Dance For Me By Hermia LaFaye.
Hermione was in her seventh year at Hogwarts and she was enjoying it immensely because the year previous the dark lord had finally been defeated in one of the worst battles to date. It was she and her friends Harry and Ron who had delivered the deathblow to Voldomort and now the trio were free to enjoy life as they wished.
On this particular night Hermione was on her way back from a particularly gruelling class with her muggle studies teacher Madam Clara Swam. In the first year this particular teacher had offered that instead of taking the muggle studies class, they could simply take dance classes off of her instead. Hermione had jumped at this chance as she missed her ballet classes from home. So as a result Hermione had been taking ballet for the past seven years and had turned into quite an accomplished dancer. She had also this year to her great delight had been made head girl.
Hermione rubbed her eyes, she was tired and her whole body ached. She hadn't even been bothered to change out of her dance gear she had just wrapped her robe around her person. She walked slowly down the corridor her Pointe shoes making soft tapping noises with every step that she took. It was as she passed the great hall that she noticed something amiss, the door was slightly ajar.
Her tiredness gone she made her way to the door and slowly pushed it open. She popped her head round the door and looked round, there was no one in sight. Gingerly stepping in she walked soundlessly up the ails between the tables. Placing her bag on the Gryfindor table she looked around. She had never seen the hall at night before, instead of an eerie atmosphere that she normally associated with the darkness. She instead felt the familiar form of comfort wrap itself around her heart. She looked up and stared at the ceiling, a thousand stars twinkled down at her, the moonlight shone through the windows made the tables and chairs look almost ethereal. It was at that moment that she felt an urge. Slipping off her robe she climbed on the Gryfindor table and began to dance.
Severus Snape stalked through the halls of Hogwarts, he despised doing nightly patrols. It took away from him precious hours when he could be doing other things such as reading and grading homework's. Since the defeat of Voldomort the year previous Snape had changed, not outwardly but inside where it counts. He felt more relaxed and at peace than he could ever remember. This showed in his classes, he now took points away from the Slytherins instead of just awarding them.
It was as he was making his way down the main corridor that he noticed a figure entering the great hall, smirking more evilly than normal he made his way silently to the open door. Careful not to make a sound he pushed the door slowly open and made his way inside. The sight which greeted him was not one he had expected.
Hermione started off simply, doing a few twirls and simple steps on the balls of her feet. Then pausing she closed her eyes and performed her little bit of wand less magic, a music charm. The haunting strains of Pavane's opus 50 began to play in the air. Hermione paused for a moment flexing her toes inside her pointes, then stepping up onto them she began to slowly dance around on the table.
Professor Severus Snape had never been so shocked in his life. The nerve of the Granger girl was one he'd never come across, he opened his mouth to shout and sneer at her but quickly closed it as he heard the music fill the air. Curiosity taking over him, he stepped back into the shadows and leaned against the wall arms folded. He watched as she stood up on the very tips of her toes and silently wondered how she could manage this feat with not a single gasp. He saw the smile which graced her features as she paused in an arabesque. He had never seen anybody dance like this before, it was awe inspiring. He slowly realised that this must be what Professor Swan taught her students in that dance class of hers, ballet she had called it. The sardonic sneer which had been gracing his features slowly turned into a smile as he watched the moonlight transform the bushy haired know it all into something ethereal and mystical.
Hermione felt elated, it wasn't very often that she just danced. More often than not she would be just completing exercises and going over routines, her teacher had given them free use of the studio in their spare time but with her other duties and classes all her free time was taken over and what she did have left she spent with Harry, Ron and Holly. All too soon the music ended, feeling more relaxed than she felt in ages, Hermione stepped down off of the table gathered her things and made her way back to her dormitories all without seeing the shadowy figure in the corner.
Snape watched as she walked out, smiling to himself he slipped out after her and continued his rounds of the school.
The next morning, Hermione was sat down eating her breakfast listening half heartedly to Ron and Harry who were engaged in a ferocious argument over the hue of the chudly canons uniform,
"It's burnt out orange Harry I'm telling you!!" Harry shook his head and swallowed his bun and replied
"Ron you must be joking it is clearly a sunset orange!"
"But..." Ron suddenly stopped speaking and stared behind Hermione.
Hermione turned her head to find herself staring at Professor Snape, she gulped as his face twisted into a sardonic sneer,
"Well it's good to see that brains were not wasted on your two good heads" he said sneering at both Harry and Ron.
He then stepped forward and seemed to be examining the table, he stood back frowning to himself, he then looked at Hermione,
"Hhhuuummm well those marks are quite peculiar, it almost looks as if someone was dancing all over them last night" Hermiones face went pale as he continued
"I suggest you inform this person Ms Granger that we have a studio for that very purpose as I'm led to believe by our dear Madam Swan and that it should not be necessary for said person not to use the dinner tables as a dance floor" with that Snape walked off clock billowing behind him leaving a very shocked head girl in his wake.
Potions was going to get very interesting was her thought as she turned back to her breakfast.