Conversations On A Dance Floor Challenge
Title: Vertical Expression of Horizontal Intent, or Let's Face The Dancing and Muse
Challenge(s): Conversations on a dance floor; dialogue only
Rating: G
Length: 100X4
Summary: A ministry do, probably. Who cares?
A/N: Just a little bit of fluffy happy. I think I'm delirious from my 4am start this morning.
“Hello! Dance with me.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Sorry, that was a little presumptuous. How are you, Professor Snape?”
“Why do I get the feeling you couldn’t give a dead bat’s spleen ‘how I am’, Miss Granger? But enough about me. Why do you want me to dance with you?”
“Erm, well, you see...”
“Ah. You don’t want the feckless Mister Weasley to think you’re a poor wallflower who can’t even get the Greasy Git to ask you to dance.”
“Well, I wouldn’t put it like that-”
“But it’s the truth, isn’t it?”
“Maybe I should just go, then.”
“Well, Weasley does seem to be glancing in this direction quite a bit over his partner’s shoulder.”
“Prat.”
“You’re not helping your case, Miss Granger.”
“I didn’t mean you! I just-Oh! Well, okay. I can waltz.”
“You’ve grown terribly quiet, Miss-”
“Please call me Hermione. Miss Granger sounds like I’m still in school.”
“Merlin forbid I’d be waltzing with a student.”
“Well, that’s true.”
“Stop giggling.”
“But-”
“You want to make Weasley jealous, don’t you?”
“Well, yes.”
“And you did ask me to dance, didn’t you?”
“I did, but-”
“Then a little gravitas is in order.”
“You know, you’re a really good dancer. I mean, really good.”
“The tone of surprise in your voice does wonders for my ego, M-Hermione.”
“I’m sorry. I just, well, I shouldn’t be surprised, really.”
“Oh?”
“Well, you are very graceful. You know, when you walk.”
“Kind of you to say so. And when did this epiphany occur?”
“Oh, I’ve always thought you moved very gracefully. And you have lovely...”
“Yes? Do go on; I can only assume you’re drunk. I wish to take full advantage of your inebriation. Flatter away.”
“I’m not drunk! If you must know, I think you...”
“Well, thank you for the dance, Professor.”
“I think under the circumstances, you should call me Severus.”
“And what circumstances are those?”
“Your face is flushed. You’re stroking my shoulders. You’re cheeky, almost-but-not-quite flirtatious, and you’re dragging out this compliment of yours so we’ll have to keep dancing.”
“You got all that from ‘I think you...’?”
“I’m an astute observer of body language.”
“Perhaps you’ll ask me to dance next time.”
“I plan to.”
“Well, I only know how to waltz.”
“How fortunate. The next song happens to be one.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’ll make sure it is.”
Challenge(s): Conversations on a dance floor; dialogue only
Rating: G
Length: 100X4
Summary: A ministry do, probably. Who cares?
A/N: Just a little bit of fluffy happy. I think I'm delirious from my 4am start this morning.
“Hello! Dance with me.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Sorry, that was a little presumptuous. How are you, Professor Snape?”
“Why do I get the feeling you couldn’t give a dead bat’s spleen ‘how I am’, Miss Granger? But enough about me. Why do you want me to dance with you?”
“Erm, well, you see...”
“Ah. You don’t want the feckless Mister Weasley to think you’re a poor wallflower who can’t even get the Greasy Git to ask you to dance.”
“Well, I wouldn’t put it like that-”
“But it’s the truth, isn’t it?”
“Maybe I should just go, then.”
“Well, Weasley does seem to be glancing in this direction quite a bit over his partner’s shoulder.”
“Prat.”
“You’re not helping your case, Miss Granger.”
“I didn’t mean you! I just-Oh! Well, okay. I can waltz.”
“You’ve grown terribly quiet, Miss-”
“Please call me Hermione. Miss Granger sounds like I’m still in school.”
“Merlin forbid I’d be waltzing with a student.”
“Well, that’s true.”
“Stop giggling.”
“But-”
“You want to make Weasley jealous, don’t you?”
“Well, yes.”
“And you did ask me to dance, didn’t you?”
“I did, but-”
“Then a little gravitas is in order.”
“You know, you’re a really good dancer. I mean, really good.”
“The tone of surprise in your voice does wonders for my ego, M-Hermione.”
“I’m sorry. I just, well, I shouldn’t be surprised, really.”
“Oh?”
“Well, you are very graceful. You know, when you walk.”
“Kind of you to say so. And when did this epiphany occur?”
“Oh, I’ve always thought you moved very gracefully. And you have lovely...”
“Yes? Do go on; I can only assume you’re drunk. I wish to take full advantage of your inebriation. Flatter away.”
“I’m not drunk! If you must know, I think you...”
“Well, thank you for the dance, Professor.”
“I think under the circumstances, you should call me Severus.”
“And what circumstances are those?”
“Your face is flushed. You’re stroking my shoulders. You’re cheeky, almost-but-not-quite flirtatious, and you’re dragging out this compliment of yours so we’ll have to keep dancing.”
“You got all that from ‘I think you...’?”
“I’m an astute observer of body language.”
“Perhaps you’ll ask me to dance next time.”
“I plan to.”
“Well, I only know how to waltz.”
“How fortunate. The next song happens to be one.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’ll make sure it is.”