Post by ginger newts on Sept 24, 2005 14:28:37 GMT -5
Title: A Different Kind of Lesson
Rating: All
Summary: Just a little bit of fluff inspired by the new scene in GoF. Albus drops by while Minerva is teaching her Gryffindors to dance.
A/N: Not my best ever, but it wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it.
Minerva stood in the middle of the Great Hall and looked over the sea of faces, wondering who to select. Then her eyes fell on one young man who was doing his best to make himself invisible. Minerva didn’t stand for that in her classroom and she wouldn’t stand for it now.
“Mr. Weasley,” she said authoritatively.
Three young men looked up and Minerva kicked herself for forgetting. “Mr. Ronald Weasley,” she amended, “step forward please.”
He gulped and blushed, but slowly made his way forward from the crowd. Minerva took his left hand in her right and placed her left hand on his shoulder before instructing him to place his hand on her waist.
“Where?” he asked, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.
Albus was passing by the Great Hall on his way outside when he thought he heard Minerva’s voice. He paused for a moment in surprise and then remembered that this was the day she had planned on giving her cubs dance lessons for the upcoming Yule Ball. Smiling to himself, Albus crossed to the slightly ajar doors of the hall and peaked in. He had to chuckle at the look on young Mr. Weasley’s face as he found himself dancing with his Head of House.
“Now, Mr. Weasley, start with your left foot. It’s front together, side together, we’ll start slowly,” Minerva instructed.
Ron nodded, not looking very certain.
Realizing that no one had noticed him, Albus slipped inside the Great Hall to watch. At just that moment, a fate befell Minerva which has been known to every adult attempting to teach a youngster to dance. Ron stepped on her foot, and from the look on her face Albus guessed he’d done so rather heavily. As the boy’s ears turned red and he began stammering out apologies, lost in the chorus of exclamations from his classmates – the loudest of which were not encouraging and came from his elder brothers, Albus made his way forward past the crowed of students.
“Allow me please, Mr. Weasley,” he said, taking the poor boy by surprise.
Ignoring Minerva’s questioning look, Albus cast a pain relieving charm on her foot and then swept her into his arms. “Shall we give them a demonstration on proper waltzing, Professor?” he asked.
Minerva nodded, the smallest hint of a smile gracing her features, and a flick of Albus’ wand filled the Great Hall with music. The professors moved about the hall with the ease of two people who have danced together for years, their feet seeming almost not to touch the floor for their movements were so light and graceful. Their students watched in awe as Albus led Minerva swiftly and surely across the floor until the music ran out. Then he bowed and kissed the back of her hand.
“Thank you for the dance, Professor,” he said.
“Thank you,” she answered.
A sudden burst of applause from the female Gryffindors greeted them as they turned back to the students; Albus’ smile turned into a chuckle as Fred and George Weasley began whistling loudly over the girls. Minerva shook her head, but Seamus Finnigan swore later that he had seen her smile.
“And now, I think I better let you get back to the lesson,” Albus said, only then letting go of Minerva’s hand. “I expect the Gryffindors will be the best dancers at the ball.”
Albus bowed himself out of the Great Hall, winking at Minerva behind the students backs, and Minerva tried to get order from her students again so she could continue the lesson. She had decided that dancing with each of them was never going to work and so she would pair them off to dance. This also, she knew, wasn’t the best idea ever, but she had to do something.
When Minerva returned to her rooms after the lesson, she found Albus waiting for her.
“How did it go?” he asked.
“Don’t ask,” she told him.
“Come now, it couldn’t have been that bad,” Albus said, walking toward her.
“I’m glad we only have Yule Balls once a century,” she said, leaning against him. “With luck, I’ll be retired before the next one rolls around.”
Albus laughed. “Do you have enough energy for one more dance with me before we head down to dinner, or have your feet been trampled flat?”
“My feet are fine. After my experience with Mr. Weasley I decided to pair off the students and let them practice with each other. Not the most brilliant of plans, but better than getting myself trampled on as you say.”
“Then how about that dance?”
“I would love to dance with you,” she said.
Albus once more flicked his wand to fill the room with music and then, holding Minerva much more closely than he had earlier, he led her around the room in a slow dance. She leaned her head against his shoulder and absent mindedly hummed the tune softly into his ear.
It was a much more relaxed deputy headmistress that entered the Great Hall for dinner twenty minutes later.
The End
Rating: All
Summary: Just a little bit of fluff inspired by the new scene in GoF. Albus drops by while Minerva is teaching her Gryffindors to dance.
A/N: Not my best ever, but it wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it.
Minerva stood in the middle of the Great Hall and looked over the sea of faces, wondering who to select. Then her eyes fell on one young man who was doing his best to make himself invisible. Minerva didn’t stand for that in her classroom and she wouldn’t stand for it now.
“Mr. Weasley,” she said authoritatively.
Three young men looked up and Minerva kicked herself for forgetting. “Mr. Ronald Weasley,” she amended, “step forward please.”
He gulped and blushed, but slowly made his way forward from the crowd. Minerva took his left hand in her right and placed her left hand on his shoulder before instructing him to place his hand on her waist.
“Where?” he asked, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.
Albus was passing by the Great Hall on his way outside when he thought he heard Minerva’s voice. He paused for a moment in surprise and then remembered that this was the day she had planned on giving her cubs dance lessons for the upcoming Yule Ball. Smiling to himself, Albus crossed to the slightly ajar doors of the hall and peaked in. He had to chuckle at the look on young Mr. Weasley’s face as he found himself dancing with his Head of House.
“Now, Mr. Weasley, start with your left foot. It’s front together, side together, we’ll start slowly,” Minerva instructed.
Ron nodded, not looking very certain.
Realizing that no one had noticed him, Albus slipped inside the Great Hall to watch. At just that moment, a fate befell Minerva which has been known to every adult attempting to teach a youngster to dance. Ron stepped on her foot, and from the look on her face Albus guessed he’d done so rather heavily. As the boy’s ears turned red and he began stammering out apologies, lost in the chorus of exclamations from his classmates – the loudest of which were not encouraging and came from his elder brothers, Albus made his way forward past the crowed of students.
“Allow me please, Mr. Weasley,” he said, taking the poor boy by surprise.
Ignoring Minerva’s questioning look, Albus cast a pain relieving charm on her foot and then swept her into his arms. “Shall we give them a demonstration on proper waltzing, Professor?” he asked.
Minerva nodded, the smallest hint of a smile gracing her features, and a flick of Albus’ wand filled the Great Hall with music. The professors moved about the hall with the ease of two people who have danced together for years, their feet seeming almost not to touch the floor for their movements were so light and graceful. Their students watched in awe as Albus led Minerva swiftly and surely across the floor until the music ran out. Then he bowed and kissed the back of her hand.
“Thank you for the dance, Professor,” he said.
“Thank you,” she answered.
A sudden burst of applause from the female Gryffindors greeted them as they turned back to the students; Albus’ smile turned into a chuckle as Fred and George Weasley began whistling loudly over the girls. Minerva shook her head, but Seamus Finnigan swore later that he had seen her smile.
“And now, I think I better let you get back to the lesson,” Albus said, only then letting go of Minerva’s hand. “I expect the Gryffindors will be the best dancers at the ball.”
Albus bowed himself out of the Great Hall, winking at Minerva behind the students backs, and Minerva tried to get order from her students again so she could continue the lesson. She had decided that dancing with each of them was never going to work and so she would pair them off to dance. This also, she knew, wasn’t the best idea ever, but she had to do something.
When Minerva returned to her rooms after the lesson, she found Albus waiting for her.
“How did it go?” he asked.
“Don’t ask,” she told him.
“Come now, it couldn’t have been that bad,” Albus said, walking toward her.
“I’m glad we only have Yule Balls once a century,” she said, leaning against him. “With luck, I’ll be retired before the next one rolls around.”
Albus laughed. “Do you have enough energy for one more dance with me before we head down to dinner, or have your feet been trampled flat?”
“My feet are fine. After my experience with Mr. Weasley I decided to pair off the students and let them practice with each other. Not the most brilliant of plans, but better than getting myself trampled on as you say.”
“Then how about that dance?”
“I would love to dance with you,” she said.
Albus once more flicked his wand to fill the room with music and then, holding Minerva much more closely than he had earlier, he led her around the room in a slow dance. She leaned her head against his shoulder and absent mindedly hummed the tune softly into his ear.
It was a much more relaxed deputy headmistress that entered the Great Hall for dinner twenty minutes later.
The End
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Great fic
