The Yule Ball was in full swing, with couples dancing the night away. You came alone since the one person you truly wanted to go with unable to accompany you. After watching the joyous pairs for a while, you decide to step outside for some fresh air. A few moments later, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

"Good evening," Professor Snape says, his voice as smooth as ever. "You look lovely tonight."

A small smile tugs at your lips as you run your hands over the fabric of your dress. “Thank you, Sir."

"You're quite welcome, my dear," he replies, stepping closer. His gaze was intense, yet soft.

As a quiet moment slips between the two of you, you begin to sway slightly to the music, unable to resist the pull of the melody.

"Would you like to dance?" he asks, his tone inviting.

Caught off guard, you hesitate. "I'm no good at it.”

A rare smile curves his lips as he looks at you. "If last night was any indication of the way you move your body, trust me love, you are very good at dancing."