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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.
