Hogwarts Charity Luncheon and Ball ~ Dancing Area

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[broken_harry]

Not even an hour into the bloody party and it already was a nightmare. Ginny was accepting gifts and dances from Snape, every other Slytherin decided to follow suit, and it seemed everyone wanted to watch to see how Harry'd react.

And Ginny. He'd never been more made at Ginny than at that moment. Snape was a snarky, manipulative git - he'd almost expect this kind of thing from the man...but Ginny? Ginny went along with it. Gave him permission to get under Harry's skin and hurt him. He just didn't understand why. Why she would turn on him like that when she knew...she knewAnd why did it have to hurt so much

[thelastgranger]

He wanted to be alone? Well bloody tough. Sauntering over, Hermione took the seat next to Harry, sitting down heavily, doing her best to contain the waves of anger she felt.

“Can we go home? Please?” Hermione asked, after a few moments. She didn’t want to be here anymore, not in the slightest. This had all started with Snape, the bloody wanker.

“We’ve done our duty; can we please just get the hell out of here?” Speaking through clenched teeth, Hermione was seething, Ron, that inconsiderate, idiot!

After all the getting ready, the dressing up, for him he’d gone and ruined it all.

Prat.

[broken_harry]

It wasn't like he hadn't expected HErmione to follow him, but really - he wasn't sure. She was with Ron now. They should be together. Which by the way - Where was Ron

[thelastgranger]

Hermione was looking forward and the sight of Ron and Fleur almost brought tears to her eyes.

“I think Ron’s having a mighty good time without me.” Without any thought to the poor elf and how heavy that tray might be, Hermione ordered a gin and tonic, heavy on the gin.

Waiting for their drinks, Hermione’s eyes were glued on the tall blonde currently residing in the arms of Ron. She was stunning, why Hermione had even bothered was bloody delusional.

Taking the drink, she snapped a quick thanks, taking a deep pull, before forcing her eyes from the dancing couple.

“Yes, I’d really like if you’d take me home, please Harry.” She couldn’t take this, this was supposed to be a bit of fun, not this horrible.

[beyond_measure]

Ron lead Fleur to the dance floor by the arm. Later he'd feel bad about using what was, really, a totally innocent dance with his sister-in-law to get under Hermione's skin. But right now he just wanted to get to her. And this? This would accomplish exactly that objective.

A waltz was playing as they reached the floor, much to Ron's relief. He was actually a passable dancer, but it had been awhile and he did have a healing leg to contend with. A waltz he could do. He moved them into position and smiled down at Fleur before guiding them around the dance floor. Even with the heels she was wearing Fleur was shorter than Hermione. Ron mentally cursed himself for thinking about Hermione, as though he could help it.

He'd seen her follow Harry into this room, but had no idea where they were. He was sure they'd see him dancing with Fleur, though. And he was determined to enjoy the dance for its own sake.

[elegante_fleur]

Fleur smiled as she place an arm on Ron's shoulder and let him lead her into the waltz. She had to admit she had been completely surprised by her brother-in-laws request for a dance. She thought that usually Ron would rather avoid her, and a dance would certainly have been out of the question. She really wasn't sure she wanted to push the envelope by talking, but that didn't stop her from asking one of the hundred questions running through her mind.

"You came wiz 'Ermione, oui?" She asked softly with a slightly confounded look, "Ginny and 'Arry 'ad a row over Severus. What 'appened to you and 'Ermione?"

[beyond_measure]

Ron gave a short, humourless laugh. "Yeah, I came with Hermione."

He sighed and paused for a moment before answering Fleur's second question. "Well, other than the fact that she went after Harry immediately and just," he shrugged, "left me there? I've no idea. She certainly seemed to be in a snit over something, though."

Ron shook his head. "I don't know." He wanted to focus on being angry again, that was far safer than the hurt he was currently feeling.

And then she went running after him again.

Of course, part of Ron knew he was being terribly illogical and that he'd regret intentionally pushing Hermione's buttons, but at the moment... He just couldn't bring himself to care.

[elegante_fleur]

Fleur shrugged, "Well, 'Arry and 'Ermione 'ave been friends for a very long time. So zat would make sense, 'er comforting 'im." She smiled as they spun around the dance floor.

"Merci, for asking me to dance, by zee way." She said softly, in case she forgot later. Fleur continued to smile, mostly to herself, as she and Ron continued to sweep acrossed the dance floor. She really was enjoying herself even if everyone else seemed condemned to sulking and tears. She looked around a bit finding it a bit awkward to be looking her brother-in-law eye-to-eye for such long periods of time.

[ginny_afire]

It took some criss-crossing back and forth across the tent before she found Snape finally. Part of the problem was that she tended to look for black rather than the greens he was in. She was pale and her eyes glittered with the anger that she'd drawn around her like a protective cloak.

As long as she held onto that anger, she'd manage not to dissolve into embarassing tears. After the way everyone had treated her like a bloody turncoat for accepting a bloody dance, she was going to bloody well go through with it.

"Excuse me," she interjected when there was a moment, "I'm rather afraid that I'm not going to be here much longer. If you'd still like that dance, perhaps it could be now?"

Each word was careful and controlled. For once, she wasn't angry at Snape, just everyone else. She had learned one thing from visiting with the werewolves. Snape only had as much ability to instigate as you gave him with your reactions.

[subtle_simmer]

Severus arched a brow slightly in surprise as he regarded her. Even in her heels she was a head shorter than he was, but he had no difficulty recognising the flush of anger and the red-rims of her eyes as she used anger to fight off pain.

This was a technique Severus knew intimately. He also felt a genuine twinge of something almost like a conscience--he had not meant to distress her, only Potter. He would have to attempt, at least, to moderate the damage

[ginny_afire]

She stood passively as Snape went to tuck the rose into her curls. It was rather nice to be the subject of someone's attention, even if it was likely all to aggravate Harry. For once Ginny could sympathize with a desire to aggravate him

[subtle_simmer]

The music currently playing was too fast for a sedate waltz, yet not nearly fast enough for a full-out swing--thank Merlin, or that bloody werewolf would be trying to goad him into proving his assertions he could perform the complicated and very fast dance. He could, with grace and elegance, but as he had told Lupin, most people who had seen him at it had insisted it was very disturbing to watch someone swing-dance while scowling.

He was not scowling now, as he turnt her to face him and settled his hand comfortably just above the small of her back, not quite holding her flush-against him, but close enough to make it easy for her to 'follow' his lead through the rhythmic steps. Without its characteristic scowl or sneer, his expression was quite implacable, but it did have the advantage of taking a few premature years off his face. His eyes looked nowhere but at her.

"I am surprised to hear your intentions of leaving so soon, Miss Weasley. Have you not only just arrived?"

[nymphadorauror]

Tonks wandered near the dance floor, after finishing her drink at the bar, having noticed the lighting and design of the dancing area from the bar. It looked like such a magical setting, she was forced to explore it further, and her feet agreed. The lights drew most of her attention, the mixtures of colors were bringing a smile to her face, and the night sky illusion was the perfect addition. It made Tonks smile, and feel slightly less tense and awkward

[broken_harry]

Thank Merlin, the song was ending and he could give his and Hermione's feet a reprieve. His intentions had been good - mainly. Outside of wanting to keep a closer eye on Snape and Ginny, he truly wanted to ease Hermione's mind - if even just a bit. Why he thought his inept dancing skills would help in that, he had no idea.

He was just leading Hermione off the dance floor and looking a bit past her to see where Snape was leading Ginny off to - Why was he leading her anywhere? - when a hand gripped his arm and nearly pulled him down. His other hand left Hermione's arm to instinctively reach out for the person who was obviously falling over.

A slightly familiar and very attractive brunette looked up at him as she straightened her dress...and asked him to dance. He was about to decline the offer, from what he assumed was another over-eager fan, when recognition hit.

"Tonks?" Harry stared at her wide eyed and slack jawed. "Is that you?" Harry shook the distraction from his mind, refocusing on her question and the rapidly retreating

[nymphadorauror]

Tonks flashed a smile at Harry as she blurted out her name in question form, while standing up properly as if she wanted to show him the full effect of the attire she wore.

“Yes- it’s me… Mum’s beautiful daughter.” And then she made a horrid face. “I’m so going to get her back one day… mark my words…” But she wasn’t feeling particularly upset about it at that moment, cause Harry was all ‘done up’ too, and it made Tonks feel less out of sorts. So much so, his comment about dancing made her laugh.

“That will be perfect… kill me now and end my suffering- please Harry?” And she offered a hand for him to take, while glancing at the very gorgeous Hermione. “Hopefully it won’t be a long painful death…” She winked at Hermione and flashed a teasing smile at Harry.

[broken_harry]

Harry couldn't help but smile. He spared one final glance over towards where Snape and Ginny had disappeared off to, but they were gone. The thought of Ginny in Snape's care sent a sudden wave of nausea through him, but he managed to push it aside. Ginny would be alright. He'd find them as soon as the dance was over, find them and watch - make sure Ginny was alright for himself.

After asking Hermione to excuse him and asking her to wait for him at the table they'd just left, he turned back to Tonks and took her hand.

"Consider yourself warned, Tonks - your feet may never forgive you." Sliding a hand at her waist and raising the one that held hers, Harry took the first tentative step into the waltz that was now playing.

Harry Potter was confident in a lot of things. Mostly things he rather wished to forget, but a few that were quite a bit more pleasant. He was confident in his friends, in his love for one Ginevra Molly Weasley (despite the events of this evening, in his hate for Severus Snape, to name just a few. He was, however,

[subtle_simmer]

With dinner over and Ginevra excusing herself to her revision--or so she claimed--Severus was on his own again. Lupin snarking in public was only so entertaining for so long, and Severus was a bit nervous the werewolf would try to make him 'prove' his claims to be able to swing.

Knowing he still owed Narcissa a dance, and that he had seen Rita Skeeter and her poison quill lurking about the place, he decided it would be prudent to be seen dancing with a wide variety of individuals than limiting himself to one or two. With Mrs Weasley-the-younger looking rather bored at dinner, he had invited her to dance, and been more than a little surprised when she accepted.

Maybe ugliness made one immune to the Veela charms, because he had never felt particularly attracted to her as so many males had done. Not that he could not appreciate that she was quite the most beautiful woman in the room, but he simply failed to find it intimidating. What did beauty matter to someone like him

[elegante_fleur]

Fleur nodded, "Oui, Severus." She had accepted the invitation to dance earlier in the dinner. As Bill had pretty much left her to her own devices for the afternoon and not asked her to dance she rather thought she should take a spin with as many gentleman as possible. Not that her motives were to incite jealousy from her husband, but she rather felt her beauty was going to waste if she was sitting at a table all night.

She stood up from the table with her silvery dress swishing around her feet as she pushed the chair back underneath the table and, ignoring the stares from her mother-in-law, offered Severus her arm.

[subtle_simmer]

Severus was not oblivious to the stares and whispers which occasionally dogged his steps tonight. He was, after all, the man who murdered Albus Dumbledore. That particular action would not be quickly forgotten, if ever.

At the moment, however, it seemed the stares and whispers were more of shock and surprise as the crowd made way for them as they walked to the dance floor, and he smirked. 'Beauty and the Beast', indeed!

Still, he had danced with Bellatrix Lestrange for the pleasure of the Dark Lord. He could certainly manage to dance with this part-Veela child without humiliating himself, or her.

Converse with her, on the other hand--that was an entirely different story. Lupin was far more adept at 'small talk' than he would ever be

[elegante_fleur]

Fleur's hand rested tensely on Severus' shoulder as she swept around the floor with him, she was, however, quite conscious of all the stares and had to admit she enjoyed them.

She looked up to look Severus in the face and nodded, "I am not bothered by my 'usband's scars, but I know 'e will be most zankful for your research, Severus."

She would not lie to herself about being nervous, most men, she could handle and easily, but Severus. Well, he was not most men, and while Fleur was very intelligent, even she would admit she had no where near the mental capacity of one S. Snape. She only hoped she didn't make a fool of herself.