costume party 🍒 snamione.

sixteen.

She stepped out of the girls bathroom and saucily made her way down the hall to the party. As she walked, she passed a group of students. They all looked at her with their eyes wide and their mouths gaping. The boys began to drool, which they received a slap from their girlfriends. She couldn't help but feel on the spot. It was new to her and she actually liked it.

She walked up to the great doors and pushed them open, making sure her entrance was made noticeable. She stepped inside and a loud gasp echoed around the room. She smiled and began to slowly walk through the crowd.

Chatter and whispers circled around her.

"Who is she?"

"Where is she from?"

"She must be a veela."

"I know that Girl, she's from Durmstang! I hear she gets locked in a tower and has to stay there until her father finds a deemed enough man to court her!"

Hermione couldn't help but role her eyes at this. But, she let them believe what they wanted. As she was slowly making her way through the staring crowd, a boy with beach blonde hair approached her.

"Excuse me miss, but I happened to notice you staring at me, so I took it upon myself to ask you for a dance, since you seem shy." Hermione stopped and looked him in the eye. She gave him a sarcastic smile.

"Nice try, Malfoy, but you can't buy me with your money." At this she walked away, leaving him to gape at her. All the kids around them pointed and laughed at him.

"She... She knows me!? She knows who I am!" She heard him stutter. "Now that's a women who wants to play hard to get!" He mused. Hermione walked past her friends who all seemed curious as to who she was. She wanted to tell them that it was her, but then her plan would be butchered.

She looked around, trying to find her night in black. That's when her eyes rested on a dark brooding figure standing by the drinks table. Everyone turned back to what they were doing, uninterested in the quiet but hot girl that walked in. She walked closer to the drinks table. She could smell his aroma. Her legs felt as if they were going to give any second. Her heart skipped in her chest, she could hear it ringing in her ears.

She took a deep breath, fixed her mask and walked up to him. He had his back turned to her.

She reached out her hand and tapped him on the shoulder.

"What do you-" he turned and looked at her. He seemed to be drinking in her appearance. He gulped and then gave her his best sneer. "What do you want?" She moved closer to him.

"I was just wondering, sir, if you would like to dance with me?" She flashed him an evil smile.

"No." He turned from her. She practically screamed on the inside. She composed herself.

"Well, sir, I'm not taking no for an answer." She said. He turned to her and glared at her.

"Just who do you think you are, miss.... miss...." She laughed. She reached out her hand.

"Just one dance and that's it. Please?" He sighed.

"No."

"Why, Severus, who is this dashing young lady?" Dumbledore asked, walking up to them with twinkling eyes. Severus sighed.

"No one, actually she was just leav-"

"I was just asking to dance with him and he just agreed." Hermione said with a smile. Severus whipped around to her and looked at her as if he could kill her.

"Severus my boy! This is wonderful!" He clapped him on the back. "Well, I shall leave you two. Severus, miss." He said with a nod of his head and walked away.

"Indeed." He grumbled lowly.

"I told you I wasn't taking no for an answer. So... shall we?" She asked him. He grumbled and took her hand, leading her to the dance floor. Hermione was celebrating and screaming on the inside. She couldn't believe it actually worked!

He grabbed her hand and placed his other on the small of her back. Hermione felt a shiver course through her. She placed her other hand on his shoulder and they began to sway to the slow song that Severus knew Dumbledore requested.

"Why?" He asked her through clenched teeth.

"Because" she said looking at him. He looked away from her at the students around them. Some stopped and stared at them. They probably wondered how the greasy bat of the dungeons was able to dance and have his hands on the most sexiest thing in the room. He couldn't deny it, she was a tease. And a part of him felt good holding onto her, and not it being others. But the question remained as to why she would choose him, of all people. Of all boys. Of all men.

"Because is not an answer. Why would you...." He turned her around so that her back was to him as he pressed into her. He lowered his lips to her ear. He could smell her. She smelled of Lavender and Sweet Peas, an intoxicating scent. "Choose me, of all the men and boys here, to dance with?" He felt her relax against him, something he felt uncomfortable with her doing. She seemed to be slipping away. He quickly spun her and turned her back into his arms.

Her eyes fluttered. Her heart stammered. He was so mesmerizing. His dark and deep Obsidian eyes, board into her masked hazel ones. Just feeling his breath on her neck melted her very being. She spoke, but it sounded more like a breathless whisper.

"Because I want to dance with the bat of the dungeons. Because I want to dance with darkness." She looked away from him. Her exposed chest, heated with a pink coloration as it rose to her cheeks, making her flush in an attractive way.

He was speechless, something that didn't quite look good on him. He didn't know what to say or how to react. The song ended and he cleared his throat. Letting go of her, he watched her slender little figure retreat. The blush still noticeable on her face. As he watched her form slightly slip out the double doors, he couldn't help but wonder who she was and where she was running off to. He looked around him. Everyone started dancing to the new up tempo tune. He then walked diligently through the crowd, through the double doors in search of the black cat that just stole a dance with him.