Summary:

I think the whole school now knows.

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Yule ball.

A place where hormonal students invite other students to dance or do whatever teenagers do on that particular night.

The entire faculty and student are thrilled.

Except one.

As he closed the door to his private chambers, Severus grumbled. All of the excitement related to the ball has put him in a bad mood. Possibly because he is unable to enjoy the evening with a specific person.

That person is now curled up on his worn-out black sofa, a cup of tea in her hand, as the fire warms her body through the December cold.

When you look up, you immediately realize what is wrong with your little dungeon bat. "Yule ball?" you ask, standing up and placing your half-empty cup on the wooden coffee table.

He rolled his eyes, which answered your question.

"So are you going?" you asked, proceeding towards him and holding his hand, which was unexpectedly toasty.

"If at all possible," he replied.

"Oh, come on, just watch and enjoy the night," you sighed.

"Watch you dance alongside others?" he mumbled as he rested his head on your shoulder.

Ah. That is the additional reason. He wants to have some fun and dance with you, but that's impossible because you both want to keep your relationship private.

"It's just a simple dance, Sev." You rolled your eyes and began to back away from him, but he quickly spun you around and pulled your back against his chest. You shiver as his warm breath tickles your skin. His arm is wrapped around your waist, and the other is holding your hand.

"You and I both know that "simple dance" is not in our vocabulary," he mumbled as he kissed your exposed neck, making you giggle breathlessly.

He then turns you around, lifting your left leg and holding it with his left hand around your waist, drawing you close to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and stare into his ominous eyes.

Aside from potions, he became obsessed with dancing, especially with you. The way your body sways in perfect art and harmony with his, how the world fades around them as they become lost in the music.

He will be the frame, and you will be the image. Every move he makes is designed to draw attention to you.

And he wanted to put you on display in order to demonstrate to everybody that you are only his.

"Come on, darling," you said quietly, breaking the silence. "At the very least, just watch with me, please?" you pleaded.

He gives in and nods with a sigh.

"Fine."

You two will just stand there, eat, and watch the others, right?

Oh, he was so wrong.

The Yule Ball arrived, and students began to fill the Great Hall with their dates. Everyone is dressed to impress in their finest ball gowns and tuxedos. Severus is completely uninterested in them. His gaze scans the perimeter as he stands on the side. He didn't bother to put on makeup. He wore nothing but his natural black clothing and a black cape.

A tap on the shoulder interrupted his search, and he turned around.

He swears his breath was taken away from him. How can he be so blessed to have you as his?

"What? I know I look good, but I didn't expect to leave you speechless."

The black dress flatters your figure. The scoop neckline shows off your chest just enough. The sleeves with little pearls around the ends add an elegant touch. Your hair should be pulled into a bun, but a few strands should be left out for a beautiful effect.

Just perfect.

"You look beautiful," he says softly, making you laugh. Thank Merlin that no one is nearby to hear it.

"You too, despite the fact that you happen to be wearing the exact same black suit," and that made him roll his eyes playfully.

The ball begins to move, and music begins to play. As you stood next to Severus, he hooked your finger and held it behind his back. At the very least, he can watch the occasion with you. That is more than sufficient.

In the center, another set of groups begins to form. You looked around and noticed Remus walking towards you.

Uh-oh.

This is not going to end well.

You know the tension between the two professors, and Severus is a little territorial, and no one knows about the two of you being a pair except Dumbledore since he knows everything, so this will be a minor issue.

Severus watched as Remus approached you. His hand let go of yours and gripped his own, his face unaffected.

"May I take you for a dance?" Remus gently bows and extends his hand to you.

You cast a quick glance at Severus before moving your gaze to the DADA professor's hand. You can't say no to Remus, who is a wonderful person and a wonderful friend.

So you smiled and placed your hand on his. Remus smiles broadly and nods before leading you to the ballroom. You rested your hand on his shoulder while Remus held your other hand, his hand resting on your waist. The music begins, and you two simply sway to it.

Severus can't take his gaze away from both of you. Remus' grip on your waist, your hand, and the way his eyes ogle yours He despises it.

He prefers to be with you at the ballroom dance than with Remus.

"You must do something about that," someone stated, surprising the potion master.

"What exactly do you mean, Minerva?"

"I know you're together," she sighs, "but the whole school will talk about y/n and Lupin's dancing for a while. You don't want that to happen, right?"

Damn you, Minerva.

"Fine," Severus groans and sighs, knowing what his friend is pointing out, "but this is the first and last time you will all see it."

Minerva crosses his arms and laughs, "I doubt that."

Remus chuckles as the music ends: "Thank you for accepting my offer, Professor y/l/n."

"It's nothing, really," you say as Remus returns to his positions, leaving you alone. When your little dungeon bat is no longer present, you frown and look around.

Did he leave me?

A hand slithered on your waist, and you looked around. "Changed your mind?" you smirked.

Severus growls, "Maybe." He chuckles, "Should we show them what we can do, dearest?"

On cue, the music starts. The students started leaving the dancefloor, leaving you and Severus alone in the middle.

"Are you sure about this, Severus?" you asked, not wanting to put him under any pressure.

Severus catches you, his arms around your waist and your hands on his shoulders.

"I believe it is time to show them who you belong to."

Your eyes sparkle as he releases you, and you walk backwards, allowing yourself to settle into position.

Everyone was paying close attention to the scene in front of them. The music fills the great hall and your mind, making the rest of the world fade away and your movements speak louder.

He spun you around and whispered, "Keep your eyes on me, darling."

The way he catches you and the way you move precisely with him It's high art at its finest.

He lifted you up and finished the dance at that point. The music stops, and everyone remains silent until they begin to clap and cheer, snapping both of you out of your trance.

The Slytherins applaud louder because they never expected their house leader to dance like that.

"Shall we spend the night on my chambers?" Severus asks, smirking.

Then you essentially drag him out.

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Within a few days. You and Severus are the center of attention at school. You two made quite an impression that night.

"For the last time, I won't be teaching anyone how to dance!" Severus sighs and slams his hand on the table, forcing his class to close their mouths.

They mumbled and sighed before returning to their studies.

Severus takes a seat and smirks slightly.

Perhaps a simple dance would not harm anyone.