the Yule Ball was drawing near, with McGonagall teaching her house to dance, and all the house head of houses as well, Snape had no choice but to. Girls wanted to learn to dance, but not by the means of Snape, the greasy haired cruel Potions master. So, a few weeks prior to the Yule Ball everyone was in his classroom, tables moved off to the side for space, everyone looking either nervous, or looking of disgust to even have to be doing this. There were whispers from a few girls who had no intention of having to demonstrate it with Snape, while boys snickered about how unlucky the girls were. Snape stood in front of the crowd of Slytherins, looking no more pleased than them, and spoke, his voice deep and brooding as usual

“As you all know, the Yule Ball is coming up…” he said, the way he emphasized Yule ball in utter disgust as it were his least favorite holiday

“Which means, I am supposed to teach you all how to dance. Headmaster request of it…” he muttered the last part before pausing his next words, and looking around the crowd of students. Finally, he he pointed to you to come

“Mr/Ms. Y/N, come. You shall help me demonstrate” he said, obviously not liking the idea any more than you

you hesitated, but walking over and standing a good couple feet away, looking over to him waiting for his next instructions

“Come…closer” he mumbled, not liking this one but. You inched closer, before pausing and coming closer. He slowly, yet reluctantly placed his hands on your waist*

“Put your hands…on my…waist…” he grumbled, before looking back to the crowd of Slytherins and scowling at their taunting whispers “silence!” Then back to you.