Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing with the Enemy ❯ A Dancing Class? ( Chapter 1 )
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By: ashlee025307 
Dumbeldore asks Hermione to teach a dancing class for all the seventh years.
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Dumbeldore asks Hermione to teach a dancing class for all the seventh years.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.12.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 914 | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
Summary: Dumbeldore asks Head Girl Hermione Granger to start a dance class to get students ready for all the balls that must be attended in their final year. For this to happen, Hermione needs all seventh years in a class, and that’s means all! It also means that Hermione has to teach everyone dances that they have never heard of. However, Hermione needs a partner who is experienced with old style dancing, and who knows that? None other than Draco Malfoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the movies involved or the songs used.
DANCING WITH THE ENEMY
Chapter One: A Dancing Class?
October 3rd
Hermione, Ron and Harry walked from Potions to Defence against the Dark Arts in foul moods. The reason for their foul moods?
Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin gang.
Through out the whole of Potions, Malfoy and his gang had been hexing the cauldron that Hermione, Harry and Ron were working on, making their potion explode in their faces. Of course, Pansy Parkinson thought this was so funny, as did the rest of the Slytherin’s.
'One day,' muttered Ron, as Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy walked past them, 'one day, I am going to make that git wish he was never born. How he got Head Boy, I'll never know. Probably had from help from daddy.'
'Ron, Dumbeldore wouldn't give Malfoy Head Boy status is his father threatened him,' said Hermione, 'you know as well as I do that he is second in our year.'
'After you, of course, Mione,' said Harry, smiling at his best friend.
'Ah, Miss Granger?' came a voice. Hermione looked up and saw a small Raven claw first year.
'Yes?' she asked, stopping in front of the girl.
'Ah, the Headmaster wishes to see you now.'
'Now? But I have a class.'
'I have a note for you,' she said, pulling a piece of parchment from her robes. She handed Hermione the note:
Miss Granger,
Please come to my office after your Potions class. Your DADA teacher knows and you will not be in trouble, I will see you get notes from the class. The Password is "Lemon Tea."
Professor Dumbeldore.
'Damn,' Hermione muttered, shoving the note in her own robes. The Ravenclaw girl ran off and Harry and Ron looked at their friend.
'Bad news Herm?' asked Harry.
'I don't know,' said Hermione, 'I'll see you all in DADA if I get there, or in the common room okay?'
'Okay, see you later Herm,' said Ron, walking towards the classroom. Harry waved and followed his friend.
Hermione made her way to Dumbledore’s office and stood outside the office.
'Lemon Tea,' she said, and the gargoyle sprung aside and Hermione made her way up the stairs. She spotted Dumbeldore sitting behind his desk, writing on parchment. He looked up when she arrived.
'Ah, Miss Granger, glad you're here, please take a seat,' he said, motioning with his hand to the seats in front of his desk. Hermione sat down. 'Tea drop?' He asked, holding a bowl out to her, containing many candies.
'Ah, no thankyou sir.' Dumbeldore shrugged and took one for himself.
'Now, Miss Granger. Why I have called you here today is for an important reason. As Head Girl, you are obligated to educate those around you. Now, everyone knows that you are muggleborn, and thus, you know the various dancing styles of muggles, am I right?'
'Dancing, sir?' she asked, raising an eyebrow.
'Well, yes. Are you not a dancer? Your parents tell me that you are quite gifted.' Hermione blushed. Sure she did ballet, R&B and Hip Hop, but that didn't mean she was gifted. 'Hermione, I need you to teach all seventh years to dance to any style of dancing. Any style. The first ball, the Halloween Masquerade Ball, will be where you show off how well you can teach people to dance. There will be a group dance with all seventh years at the beginning and ending of the night, and you and Mr. Malfoy must dance two dances alone too.'
'Me and Malfoy?' asked Hermione, getting angry. No way was she dancing with that git.
'Yes Miss Granger. You are head boy and girl, it is custom that you attend together.' Hermione sighed and sat back in her seat.
'Professor. I don't know all types of dancing, and the dancing that I know might not be relevant.'
'Miss Granger, I know from what I ask of you. I am also asking that you perform a piece with a dance partner at the end of year Graduation ball. Can you do that as well? Can you find a partner?'
'It will be hard.'
'Well, hold the classes. See who the best is.' Hermione nodded. 'Very well, Miss Granger, you may leave.'
Hermione got up and left and stood against the wall outside.
'Oh God help me,' she prayed. Suer Hermione had seen a lot of Muggle Movies; like Dirty Dancing and Save the Last Dance, but there was no way that she was going to be able to teach ALL seventh years to dance that way.
'Well, I am going to have to try.'
END CHAPTER ONE
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the movies involved or the songs used.
DANCING WITH THE ENEMY
Chapter One: A Dancing Class?
October 3rd
Hermione, Ron and Harry walked from Potions to Defence against the Dark Arts in foul moods. The reason for their foul moods?
Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin gang.
Through out the whole of Potions, Malfoy and his gang had been hexing the cauldron that Hermione, Harry and Ron were working on, making their potion explode in their faces. Of course, Pansy Parkinson thought this was so funny, as did the rest of the Slytherin’s.
'One day,' muttered Ron, as Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy walked past them, 'one day, I am going to make that git wish he was never born. How he got Head Boy, I'll never know. Probably had from help from daddy.'
'Ron, Dumbeldore wouldn't give Malfoy Head Boy status is his father threatened him,' said Hermione, 'you know as well as I do that he is second in our year.'
'After you, of course, Mione,' said Harry, smiling at his best friend.
'Ah, Miss Granger?' came a voice. Hermione looked up and saw a small Raven claw first year.
'Yes?' she asked, stopping in front of the girl.
'Ah, the Headmaster wishes to see you now.'
'Now? But I have a class.'
'I have a note for you,' she said, pulling a piece of parchment from her robes. She handed Hermione the note:
Miss Granger,
Please come to my office after your Potions class. Your DADA teacher knows and you will not be in trouble, I will see you get notes from the class. The Password is "Lemon Tea."
Professor Dumbeldore.
'Damn,' Hermione muttered, shoving the note in her own robes. The Ravenclaw girl ran off and Harry and Ron looked at their friend.
'Bad news Herm?' asked Harry.
'I don't know,' said Hermione, 'I'll see you all in DADA if I get there, or in the common room okay?'
'Okay, see you later Herm,' said Ron, walking towards the classroom. Harry waved and followed his friend.
Hermione made her way to Dumbledore’s office and stood outside the office.
'Lemon Tea,' she said, and the gargoyle sprung aside and Hermione made her way up the stairs. She spotted Dumbeldore sitting behind his desk, writing on parchment. He looked up when she arrived.
'Ah, Miss Granger, glad you're here, please take a seat,' he said, motioning with his hand to the seats in front of his desk. Hermione sat down. 'Tea drop?' He asked, holding a bowl out to her, containing many candies.
'Ah, no thankyou sir.' Dumbeldore shrugged and took one for himself.
'Now, Miss Granger. Why I have called you here today is for an important reason. As Head Girl, you are obligated to educate those around you. Now, everyone knows that you are muggleborn, and thus, you know the various dancing styles of muggles, am I right?'
'Dancing, sir?' she asked, raising an eyebrow.
'Well, yes. Are you not a dancer? Your parents tell me that you are quite gifted.' Hermione blushed. Sure she did ballet, R&B and Hip Hop, but that didn't mean she was gifted. 'Hermione, I need you to teach all seventh years to dance to any style of dancing. Any style. The first ball, the Halloween Masquerade Ball, will be where you show off how well you can teach people to dance. There will be a group dance with all seventh years at the beginning and ending of the night, and you and Mr. Malfoy must dance two dances alone too.'
'Me and Malfoy?' asked Hermione, getting angry. No way was she dancing with that git.
'Yes Miss Granger. You are head boy and girl, it is custom that you attend together.' Hermione sighed and sat back in her seat.
'Professor. I don't know all types of dancing, and the dancing that I know might not be relevant.'
'Miss Granger, I know from what I ask of you. I am also asking that you perform a piece with a dance partner at the end of year Graduation ball. Can you do that as well? Can you find a partner?'
'It will be hard.'
'Well, hold the classes. See who the best is.' Hermione nodded. 'Very well, Miss Granger, you may leave.'
Hermione got up and left and stood against the wall outside.
'Oh God help me,' she prayed. Suer Hermione had seen a lot of Muggle Movies; like Dirty Dancing and Save the Last Dance, but there was no way that she was going to be able to teach ALL seventh years to dance that way.
'Well, I am going to have to try.'
END CHAPTER ONE