What Did That Sign Say?

Dances with Witches by Pearle

Summary: Severus Snape loses a magical bet. The consequences? The Tango! My answer to the codpiece challenge on Wiktt. HG/SS

Disclaimer: The characters, settings, etc. of the Harry Potter series are not mine they belong to J.K. Rowling and Co. I promise to return them when I am through. Well, most of them anyway.

~~~~~ Dances with Witches ~~~~~

Chapter 20. What Did That Sign Say?

Hermione awoke to the feel of a warm body spooned against her back. An arm was draped across her waist, effectively pinning her to the bed. She wanted nothing more than to snuggle back under the covers with him. Unfortunately, her body had other demands that needed to be met first. A quick trip to the loo was in order before she could consider a lie in with Severus.

Severus. Last night had been amazing. It was a birthday she would never forget. The pendant was beautiful. She had never expected him to buy her such an extravagant gift. She couldn't wait to show it off at the Burrow tonight.

Hermione looked to the nightstand where the pendant was once again nestled in its black case. She would have to do some research on the grandfather and the origins of the legend he had told her about. She still wanted to see the shop for herself, just out of curiosity. Senalda Trelawney, maybe she could meet Sibyll's cousin. Severus had stressed that it was most likely a fanciful tale used to lure unsuspecting buyers into purchasing pieces of greater value. It was an odd story to be sure.

Last night had been like nothing she had ever experienced before. She shuddered as she recalled his mouth on her body, licking and sucking at her opening. Books can only go so far as to explain the mechanics of an act. They don't prepare you for the kaleidoscope of feelings and sensations you experience when that knowledge becomes a reality.

Severus seemed like a different person, completely opposite from her image of him as her teacher. As restrained and aloof as he was as Professor Snape, that's how open he was as a lover. He had brought her to orgasm several times over before thinking of himself, something that could not be said about any of her past encounters, definitely the difference between a man and boys. The first time he had kissed her, he had left a love bite on her neck. Last night he had left a mark on her thigh. 'Maybe there is some truth to the rumors of him being a vampire?' she thought with a chuckle.

Shifting slightly brought her need to use the loo foremost in her mind. She tried to gently ease out from under his arm, afraid her movement might wake him. His arm seemed to grow heavier as she tried to shift away. Severus groaned, his arm tightening around her waist, pulling her back towards his chest. Hermione waited a moment before again trying to extract herself from his grip.

His voice was husky, his breath warm against her ear. "Is there a problem, Miss Granger?"

Hermione looked at him over her shoulder. His eyes gleamed with mirth. One eyebrow raised in his traditional manner of query.

"You're awake! I thought you were still asleep. I was trying not to wake you."

His arm remained a steel band around her waist. "I regret to inform you, this is your flat. It is not possible for you to sneak away."

It was then that she felt something hard stirring against her bottom. "As much as I would enjoy trading quips with you, I believe a quick trip to the loo is in order."

"Far be it from me to stop you." His arm did not move.

"Severus."

He released her, rolling to his back as he moved away. "Fine, fine. I know when I am not wanted. One night of pleasure and you are through with me. I should have known. Perhaps one of those chits from the Ministry is still hanging around Hogwarts. What time is it? Maybe I can still make breakfast?"

Hermione noticed the distinctive tent in the sheets. She leaned in towards him, her face a few inches away. "Have I ever told you how creative I can be with my hexes? I seem to recall one that allows a witch who feels she has been wronged to rearrange the body parts of the wizard that caused the emotion. Very difficult to reverse. Don't move or I will be forced to bind you to the bed. I will be right back."

Severus smiled as she moved off the bed. She could hear a faint chuckle coming from him as he said, "Promises, promises."

Hermione returned a few minutes later. "Do you have to...?" She gestured to the bathroom.

"Hermione, I start my rounds at Hogwarts at 7:00am. It is close to 9 now. I have already... Thank you." He used the same gesture she did when he motioned to the bathroom.

Hermione giggled. "Sorry. Why didn't you wake me?" She slid back under the duvet and cuddled into his side.

"I enjoyed watching you sleep. I can't say I can ever remember waking up next to someone as lovely as you." His hand stroked the side of her face, fingers grazing softly across her cheekbone.

Hermione looked into his eyes. "Who are you?"

"Are you telling me you do not remember who you were with last night? I could not have been that bad." His eyebrow shot up again.

"Mmm. No. Not too bad at all. As far as I can remember."

Severus pulled her in for a slow, sensual kiss that left her breathless. "Okay, amazing."

"Did you have any special plans you needed to attend to this morning? Studying? Other responsibilities?" He wanted to ravish the young witch lying beside him, but understood if she had other obligations to attend to. Well, understand was too general a word. He might not be happy, but he would accept her need to be elsewhere but in his arms.

"What did you have in mind?" She was kissing the side of his neck, her hand trailing slowly down his chest. She noticed his erection twitch as she scratched along his arm before softly caressing the skin.

"Hmm. I have a few ideas." Severus gently sucked and nipped along the hollow of her neck.

Hermione giggled as her mind drifted back to her earlier thoughts of Severus. There had been numerous rumors about him that had circulated around the school, from time to time, regarding his sleeping arrangements. Stories of why people really thought of him as a giant black bat. Ron said, if he weren't a vampire, he would sleep at night instead of roam the castle that alone should be proof enough.

Severus stopped and eyed the young woman. "What?"

"You know, when I was in my sixth year, there was a rumor going round that you were a vampire." Hermione couldn't hide her smirk as she thought of a few other rumors he had dispelled last night.

"What makes you think I am not?"

"If you're a vampire, where is your coffin? All vampires sleep in coffins." Hermione grinned.

"Have you checked my valise? It has been shrunk to fit in the side left pocket. Sleeping in a coffin is nothing more than a Muggle superstition. I only need to have it near me. Would you like to see it?"

"Severus, this isn't funny. You're joking, right?" Her hand had stopped its downward path as she tried to gauge his expression. He was joking, right? Remus is a werewolf, her mind shouted. Just because werewolves existed didn't mean Severus was a vampire.

"Vampires have unusual strength, incredible staying power. Their sexuality is well documented." He continued to kiss her. Perhaps he was taking this little charade too far. He waggled one eyebrow at her, "Would you like me to show you how a vampire 'impales' its victim? Perhaps you would like to see something...different?"

Hermione slapped the side of his arm. "Not funny."

"I believe you brought up the subject of vampires, not me. But I would like to show you something different. Come here." Severus pulled Hermione on top of him, straddling his chest. "Relax. I believe this is something you will enjoy. Hold on to the headboard."

Hermione heard him whisper a spell; suddenly she felt lighter than air. "Severus!" she shrieked, as she felt his hands gently lift her and move her forward. She couldn't weigh more than a feather. A shiver ran through her as she felt Severus's tongue enter her body.

Hermione looked down to see Severus's black eyes watching her, his tongue lapping at her opening. She moaned as he moved to suck her clit, one finger, then two, sliding into her slick sex. Bolts of electricity were shooting there her. Her groin clenched and unclenched as he alternated pumping his fingers in and out of her body and sucking forcefully on her clit. She hung on to the headboard for dear life, lost in the sensations he was creating. This was like nothing she had ever felt before. To watch him as he pleasured her was unbelievably erotic.

Severus watched her eyes slide close. Her breathing was erratic. The sight of her breasts bouncing up and down as she rode his mouth was having a decided effect on him. His erection was almost painful. He desired nothing more than to impale her on his hardened shaft, vampire style, he thought with a silent chuckle.

He could tell she was close to coming. Her walls were twitching around his fingers. He continued to slowly pump his fingers in and out of her wet opening. His eyes gleamed as he stopped to ask her, "Hermione, I could stop and we can continue our discussion, or you can come? What would you like to do?" He had no intentions of stopping. He didn't think she did either.

His name was a groan as she tried to focus her eyes on him. "Severus."

His mouth reattached itself to her body. His fingers increased their pace, sliding in and out of her sex. Close. Closer. Severus felt her stiffen as she shattered around him. He moved to her slick opening, once again, lapping at her juices.

She was lighter than a feather. He brought his legs up and gently slid her down the length of his body to rest back against his knees. "I don't seem to recall you answering me, but may I assume I made the right choice?"

Hermione raised one hand, vaguely waving it in his direction. "Oh, my god. What was that? What did you do?"

"My own variation of Wingardium Leviosa. Would you like to see the second half when you regain your strength?"

She was leaning back against his knees, facing him, her legs loosely straddling his prone body. She could feel his cock pulsating under her slick opening. Her hand slowly traced the veins in his shaft. Her fingers teased the head, spreading the pearly drops of fluid seeping from the slit.

Her name fell as a strangled sound from his lips. Severus lifted the spelled witch over his hard shaft. "Hold my cock. Guide it into you."

Hermione held his shaft as he lowered her body, her slick opening lining up with his hardened member. A solid thrust and she was impaled on his stiff shaft. Hermione moaned as she felt him pulsate inside her. Severus couldn't hold back. The sound of her moan, the feel of her hands on his cock, guiding him into her waiting body, fueled his lust. He held her hips as he pounded into her.

Hermione could feel her orgasm approaching. His thrusts were hitting her cervix over and over. The weightlessness of her body allowed him to easily impale her with each thrust. His movements became erratic. His back arched as he came deep within her. Hermione's climax ripped through her as she felt his final thrust, the throbbing of his member signaling his release.

Severus thought to move her to the bed as he ended the spell. She collapsed in his arms, both spent from their latest round of lovemaking.

Hermione had a silly grin as she regarding the man before her. "That was amazing! Can we do that again?"

Severus glared at her. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"No, that was incredible."

Severus pulled her against him, shaking his head, still trying to catch his breath. "Hermione, I am old. You have to give me a few minutes at the very least. We can do that again. But not at this moment."

His was slowly running his hand up and down her back. Enjoying the feeling of having her naked in his arms after having just made love to her. If this was a dream, he hoped he never woke up. This was something he never wanted to end. His eyes were closed, but he could feel her looking at him. Without opening his eyes, he raised one eyebrow in question. "What?"

"Speaking of old. When is your birthday? I know it's coming up and I'd rather not have to ask Minerva."

Severus groaned. "My birthday?"

"Well, you've made mine memorable. Unforgettable, really. I'd like to do the same for you. Is there anything special you want?" she asked with a smile.

'The Thong! Tell her you want to see her in The Thong. No, wait. Ask her to belly dance wearing The Thong! Then take her! How kinky is she willing to go?' The voice in his head was having a field day yelling birthday suggestions for Hermione.

Severus wrapped his arms around her. "You do realize that is a dangerous question?"

"I take it you have an idea or two?"

"I may be able to make a few suggestions." He could hear the voice in his head yelling, 'Yes!'

"Do any of those suggestions involve chocolate sauce?" Hermione asked with a smirk. She had a few ideas of her own.

One eyebrow shot up. "Chocolate sauce? Indeed."

'What do you mean, indeed? Damn it, man. Ask her what she intends to dip in chocolate. Ask her.' Severus imagined several bodily parts on both of them that might be made more interesting if covered in chocolate. His cock twitched as he watched Hermione lick her bottom lip. Her pupils widened just a bit. Evidently she thought up a few body parts, too.

"I believe we may have to compare lists of bodily parts, when the time comes, if the look in your eyes is any indication," he said with a low chuckle.

"Body parts and methods of applying the sauce," she answered with a chuckle of her own.

Severus barely remembered to breathe, thinking about what she said, as Hermione claimed his lips in a searing kiss.

Their kiss was interrupted by the sound of her stomach growling.

She sighed as they broke apart. "How about we find something to eat for breakfast? I'm getting hungry. I also have two chapters in Advanced Charms I should probably review this morning."

"I take it we are not ordering out for breakfast?" Severus asked with a wry grin at the scowl Hermione was giving him.

"I imagine I can come up with a bowl of cereal or maybe some oatmeal."

Severus shook his head. "Considering your level of expertise in potions, how is it you cannot cook?"

Hermione started to become annoyed with his attitude until his words hit home. "Did you just compliment me on my knowledge of potions?"

"Why would I consider working with you if I didn't think you had such an exceptional ability at potions?"

"You've never complimented me before. In seven years as your student, you never once complimented me."

Severus moved to lie flat on his back. "You were my student, the best friend of the bloody boy who lived. What did you want me to do? Have Draco run to daddy and tell him I was showing favor to a Muggle-born? It was bad enough you were best friends with Potter. Praising your talent would have made you more of a target then you already were." He turned to look at her. Pain evident in his eyes. "Hermione, I did what I had to do to survive. My only goal, for the last twenty years, was to destroy the Dark Lord. If I died in the process, so be it. I truly never expected to survive the final battle, much less would I have ever expected to be here with you."

The pain and anguish in his eyes cut her deeply. "Severus, I'm sorry."

His hand came up to cup the side of her face before burying itself in her hair. "No, I believe I owe you the apology. You are an amazing witch. As brilliant as you are powerful, I am sorry I was never able to tell you before." Severus sighed. He was too old to start changing now. He watched her eyes. What had he been thinking?

"If you tell me this was a mistake, I guarantee I will not hesitate to neuter you. St. Mungo's will be able to certify you as a eunuch when I get through with you." Anger flashed in her eyes.

Severus burst out laughing. "No, this is not a mistake. We are not a mistake. I may not be the easiest of men, and I still think I am too old for you, but you don't seem to care. What about you, any regrets?"

"Just one." She watched his eyes darken. "Why did we wait so long?"

Severus didn't bother to answer. He took possession of her mouth, removing any doubt in her mind as to his feelings for her. She was sure he cared for her. She already knew she felt something special for him. It was enough for now.

Her stomach rumbling brought them back to the task at hand.

"I believe we were going to forage for breakfast? Do you have any eggs? I think it is time I taught you how to make an omelet." He was amazed at the depth of feeling she had for him, grateful to fate for giving him this chance with her.

"Can I ask you something?" Hermione was watching his eyes, biting at her lower lip.

Bloody hell. He knew that look. He was absolutely sure he did not want to answer whatever question she was going to ask. No good had ever come from a woman giving a man that look. "Yes?" he answered with some reservations.

"I understand you couldn't be nice when I was a student. You were spying for the Order. Voldemort was still in power. But now, I don't know. I know you still don't socialize with most of the staff at Hogwarts. You would rather be left alone in your dungeons than seek out the company of, well, anyone really. Albus is always saying he has to drag you, screaming, to the staff meetings." Severus snorted, a slight smile on his face as he listened to her. She took a deep breath before continuing. "I know you have a heart, no mater how much you try to hide it. But, dinner, and last night, and this morning. It's as if you're two different people, then and now. What changed?"

Hermione's gaze was intense, as she watched him. Severus was stretched out on the bed next to her, oblivious to his nudity. His long legs crossed casually at the ankles, one hand leisurely stroking her arm as he listened to her.

What had changed? That was exactly the question Potter had asked him last week. "What changed? I suppose, everything has changed. The world has moved on. I have never been an extrovert. I have told you before. I am solitary by nature, content to pursue my research and spend my spare time catching up on my reading. I would assume the fact that we have become intimate has changed your view of me more than anything. It is rather difficult to hold the same image of someone when you know what they look like in the throes of orgasm." Severus smirked at the shocked look on her face.

"So I changed how I think of you?"

"Yes, your perception of me has changed. I noticed my glare no longer has any effect on you."

"As you said, I have become intimately acquainted with your body. That does change a few things. Besides, you're no longer my professor. You can't give me detention anymore," she said with a smirk.

"Are you so sure of that?" His voice dropped to a growl, sending a shiver straight through her at the images his words conjured up.

"How has your view of me changed?"

"You are determined not to let this go, aren't you?" He shook his head. "Hermione, I have been over my reasons for becoming attracted to you, countless times in my head. I believe I benefit more than you do from any relationship we have. You are young, brilliant. So much ahead of you. I have never looked at a student as anything more than a child in my care. You are not my student any more. The first time I saw you in the dance studio, I was struck by how much you had changed in two years. Maybe you haven't changed as much as I thought. It could be I am finally able to see the woman you have become."

"Is that how you see me now, as a woman?"

"Would it help to tell you my past encounters have been just that, encounters? Spending the night, relationships of any type, could have been the difference between life and death in the past. Sleep renders a person defenseless. I would never have taken that risk while working for the Order. You are the first woman I have ever stayed the night with. I hope this will be the first night of many?" Severus was trying to lighten the mood.

He understood she had questions. His mind reeled every time he tried to analyze how they had come to this point. He just hoped she could accept him as he was. He might not like her friends, but he was willing to be civil for her sake. He had never courted a woman before. He knew the term was old-fashioned, and their activities of the last twenty-four hours did not hold with the era that term represented, still, the word suggested a time for them to get to know each other better.

He thoroughly enjoyed their research. The discussions, heated debates, even the disagreements over a term or ingredient, challenged him. She challenged him. Something few have ever been able to do. He enjoyed her sense of humor. He suspected she was bored a great deal of the time listening to stories of Quidditch or new fashions from her peers.

She had affected him as no other woman ever had. He had spent long years with only himself for company. Her taste, her fresh smell, the silky smoothness of her skin, she was a drug he could not seem to get enough of. His own private addiction. He was overwhelmed with his need for her.

Severus had given up worrying about their age difference. She was strong-willed and sure of herself. If his age, or any other aspect of his being annoyed her, he had no doubt she would not hesitate to tell him.

Hermione's stomach growled loudly. Her hand flew to cover the offending organ.

He raised one brow. "Breakfast?"

Severus watched Hermione slip out of bed. He was definitely enjoying the view of her backside as she opened the top drawer of her armoire and pulled out a pair of black dance shorts. "Do you want me to transfigure a pair of lounging pants for you? Say, black silk." A quick charm later, and pair of black silk lounging pants appeared in her hand.

"I did bring a dressing gown with me. Accio valise." A moment later, a small black bag flew through the doorway from the living room.

Hermione eyed the bag. "What else so you have in there?"

"I had assumed I would need clean clothing for this evening and a change of robes for tomorrow morning. Unless, of course, I am mistaken, and I return to Hogwarts tonight. In which case, I believe I may have over-packed. I am not due back at the castle until tomorrow afternoon. Perhaps I had presumed too much." Maybe this was too much too soon. He cursed himself for not thinking this through more.

"You're staying over tonight, too?"

"Hermione, I can return to Hogwarts after I see you home. I have only been gone the night. I am sure I will still have a place to live when I return. I do not believe Albus could replace me on such short notice."

Hermione was looking around the bedroom. "We can enlarge the living room, but I still don't think all of the books will fit."

"I beg you pardon?" What was she talking about?

"Well, you are going to need a place to live, right?"

"I could always stay at Snape Manor, if necessary." Severus looked at her. Her smile seemed to light her eyes. His voice was silky as he asked, "Tell me, Hermione, where will I be sleeping tonight?"

"If you are planning to sleep, you can go back to Hogwarts. However, if you would be interested in a diversion or two, you can stay here, with me."

Severus laughed. "Thank you. I believe that is an offer I cannot refuse." His manner turned serious. "Are you sure you want me to stay? Perhaps I should go back to Hogwarts tonight."

"No, I really do want you to stay. Actually, I wish you didn't have to leave." She realized it was true. She didn't want him to leave. She liked waking up next to him this morning. Tomorrow night, her flat was going to seem lonely without him.

Hermione leaned in to kiss him. She never made it. Her stomach decided to rumble again, without signs of stopping this time.

"I believe breakfast is in order." Severus said as he maneuvered her from the bed.

Hermione moved back to her armoire, searching for a large t-shirt and pair of knickers to pull on.

"Join me in the kitchen when you are ready." Severus managed to make his dressing gown float behind him in an odd parody of his teaching robes as he walked out of the bedroom. He also was wearing the black silk pants she had transfigured for him.

Hermione looked at the ratty t-shirt in her hand. Maybe this was not the look she should be going for. She thought Severus looked sexy in black silk bottoms and an open robe. 'Good thing my transfiguration skills are up to par.' She pulled out another pair of black shorts and transfigured a set of black silk pajamas for herself. Grabbing a hair ribbon, she pulled her bushy mane back into a loose tail.

A quick glance in the mirror and she was satisfied with the way she looked. While not a sexy little teddy, it definitely looked better than a ratty t-shirt. Hermione's step was light as she went to join Severus in the kitchen.

After breakfast, they sat in the living room reading in companionable silence. Severus used the time to get caught up on a few articles he had been meaning to read in Potions Today. Hermione also had several of the latest journals on hand. He was more than pleased with his selection of reading materials. Every so often she would question him on something she was reading or he would mention a part of an article, saying they would need to check out this aspect of a certain process, or look into an ingredient that was mentioned. The morning passed into afternoon in a haze of comfortableness.

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They had slept in after last night and spent a pleasurable morning together. Severus was determined to convince Hermione they should stay in and not go to the Burrow. Hermione was just as determined they should go.

"I have no intention of wearing red or gold robes." Severus's scowl, absent the last few days, had returned. He dropped heavily onto the bed, his back against the headboard. One leg on the bed, one off.

"I assumed you would be wearing your usual black." Hermione did not want to laugh at the image of Severus in red and gold, and maybe a large Gryffindor emblem on his left breast pocket. "Or wear your trousers with a silk shirt."

"Will there be anyone in attendance that is not a Gryffindor? Or is there a possibility I could contract Graver Gryffindors Grievous Syndrome?"

Hermione burst out laughing. "Other than really bad alliteration, what is Graver Gryffindors Grievous Syndrome?

Severus raised one eyebrow questioningly. "You do not know what GGGS is?"

Amused, Hermione shook her head. She motioned for him to move over as she sat next to him on the bed. She enjoyed Severus when he was at his snarkiest.

"Graver Gryffindors Grievous Syndrome is an affliction that can develop when forced to endure the presence of several Gryffindors in one room for any length of time, such as the Burrow tonight. Where I am quite sure all in attendance, other than myself, will be a Gryffindor? I can only hope I will not be marked with red and gold stripes by tomorrow morning. It is one of the early stages of GGGS."

Hermione smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist. "And is there a cure for Graver Gryffindors...for GGGS, other than not subjecting yourself to such situations?"

"I seem to recall removing the house colors, and reverting to something neutral, can reverse the effects."

"As in skin to skin?"

"Might work." Severus lowered his head, claiming her mouth. The kiss was slow and sensual, his tongue exploring every crevice, tangling with hers.

A fire started in her belly and traveled lower, a now familiar tingling starting between her legs. His hand cupped the back of her head, gently massaging the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck. His other hand moved to her arse, pulling her closer while kneading the soft round globes. Hermione could feel his erection coming to life, pressed firmly against her stomach. His stamina amazed her. Ginny had told her stories of the abilities of adult wizards. Severus seemed to surpass everything she had ever heard or read.

"I know what you are doing, and it won't work." Hermione chastised him as they came up for air.

Severus grinned, one hand lazily stroking the side of her body. "What am I doing?"

"Don't try playing innocent with me, Severus Snape. We have plenty of time before we have to leave. I, however, am going to take a shower." Hermione slid off the bed and flounced towards the bathroom. She stopped in the doorway and turned back to look at Severus, stunned at what she saw.

Severus was lying on his back, one arm lazily propped up behind his head, one long leg stretched out in front of him, the other bent at the knee and drawn towards his chest, his erection standing proud and upright from the thatch of black hair covering his groin. Hermione licked her lips as she watched him. His free hand moved to cup the heavy sac below his stiff cock, before encircling the shaft, slowly moving up and down the length of his hardened member. His eyes were half closed, his voice a smoky drawl, "I thought you were going to take a shower? Is there a problem, Hermione?" His hand continued its steady pace from root to head, and back again.

Hermione caught her breath before speaking, "Would you care to join me?"

"Mmm, is there room for two?"

"I think that can be arranged."

Severus's eyes opened slowly, his hand continuing to stroke the length of his cock. "Did you have something else in mind, in addition to a shower?"

Hermione remained silent, watching his hand.

He slid from the bed, grace in the economy of his movement. He reached the doorway in three long strides. A hand under her chin tipped her face up to his. She could feel the steel of his cock pressed against her thigh as he kissed her, slowly, passionately. His eyes gleamed, his voice a whisper, "Will you shower with me, Hermione?"

She followed him into the bathroom and closed the door. They made love under the hot, steamy water. Wet bodies colliding against each other. Once again he whispered the spell that made her weightless. Severus pinned her to the tile wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist. They lost themselves in the feel of each other as the hot water cascaded over them.

It was sometime later before they actual used the shower for its designed purpose and dressed for an evening at the Burrow.

TBC

A/N: The steps and form of the dance (as well as those that appear in future chapters) are from this web site: Tango tutorial - http://64.70.140.102/ourdance.htm. Challenge rules can be found following chapter one.

A grateful thank you to Nakhash, my beta for her corrections and suggestions. Another set of eyes is always helpful, the mistakes, however, are still my fault.

Still to come: The Burrow, Harry and Ron's reactions, more dance lessons, and more. Enjoy. Please review and let me know what you think. I love hearing from you! As always, thoughts, comments, reviews, whatever are always welcome.

Regards, Pearle