The Dancing King

Disclaimer(for whole story): Characters belong to J.K. Rowling

Plunking down next to Hermione in the Great Hall, Harry began to shovel pancakes into his mouth. Syrup dripped off his tongue and was smeared on his face. Mid-chew, he noticed all the girls in the entire hall were staring at him. Harry was confused.

He turned to Hermione and asked, "Are my manners really that bad?"

"Yeah," she replied, "You should read '101 Rules of Conduct' by Lissandra Spwoonsh. But that's not why they're staring. Harry, you do realize you are one of the most sought-after wizards of the century, right? Well, you are wearing a very tight t-shirt and leggings. Pretty... revealing."

"I'm guessing you want an explanation," Harry deduced.

"Yup," Hermione answered.

"Well, you know how Toad-Face banned me from Quiddich, right? I am turning to dancing instead. I took dance lessons as a kid. Well, 'Dudley' did- he made me show up in his stead and teach him key moves to fool Aunt Petunia with. I learned everything, practically, in the five years that Aunt Petunia was oblivious. Ballet, jazz, hip-hop, breakdance, modern, and even a little ballroom. One dance a year, but I was and am an amazing dancer. Want to see?" Harry asked cockily.

Without waiting for a response, he jumped up onto the dining table. Magically, almost intuitively, the dishes slid away, some disappearing if necessary. Harry flicked his wand and a rap started to play. Harry started to groove.

He did a few flips and aerials before the music changed to a wild pop song. Harry swayed his hips and did a flawless routine. He made to stop when Hermione interfered, switching the song to a sales. Coincidentally, Hermione had taken dance too, but only salsa, ballet, and ballroom, which was still a pretty impressive repertoire.

Smiling, Harry began to salsa with Hermione, dipping and twirling her. Everyone in the Great Hall was staring at them. The girls all desperately want to be Hermione, getting swayed around by Harry. The two were amazing dancers, truly.

As the music changed yet again, even the teachers couldn't gain the courage to say anything, let alone take away points. As Hermione did an arabasque and a frappè, everyone gasped. They pranced and jumped around so elegantly all watching were breathless just from witnessing the dance. As the music cut out, Hermione ended up in Harry's arms.

Snape had enjoyed the dance immensely, but had a reputation to uphold.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for dancing on the table," he yelled.

"Ten points TO Gryffindor for that lovely dance exhibition," countered Proffesor Sprout. Snaps sighed, muttering under his breath.

Little did he know a certain Colin Creevey had snapped a picture of him smiling..

Across the hall at the Gryffindor table, Hermione realized something. She turn to Harry to question him, her mouth open to speak. Harry seized the moment to do something he had always wanted to do with his bookish friend: he french-kissed her. To his surprise, she kissed back. They stayed like that for almost three minutes, until an "Ick!" from a first-year shook them out of their reverie.

They sprang apart, Harry saucily winking and whispering, "I took Dudley's salsa lessons two months after." Hand in hand, the more-than friends walked out of the Great Hall to Potions with the Slytherins.

(A/N: Ron is a Hufflepuff)

Snape walked into his classroom late, frazzled about Granger and Potter's performance. He found Granger and Potter on the floor. Grinding.

"Chill out, Prof," Harry said, with attitude, whilst doing an attitude.

(A/N: ;) couldn't resist)

"Yeah, we were just coffeegrinding. Harry was teaching me," Granger said innocently. That pushed Snape over the edge.

"I know what a coffegrinder is! I took a breakdance/ modern class!" Snape snapped, realizing too late what he had admitted.

"Cool, Prof. Bet you can't execute," Harry smirked insolently. Everyone was watching this display, rapt.

"I too can!" yelled an infuriated Snape.

"Oh yeah, toucan? You're an old bird," Harry taunted, venturing out onto a thin limb.

"I'll show you!" Snape yelled, sinking to the ground. He began to whirl his legs around and around.

"Slowpoke!" teased Harry spinning his legs clockwise so fast they were a blur. Snape knew he was beat.

"Oh, yeah? I can potion better than you," leered the professor, desperate for something to be better at.

"Not so fast. I got my mastery when I was 11," countered Harry.

"I'm more devious!" Snape screamed/pleaded. The bell rang.

As Harry sauntered out the door, he turned around and said, "Um. I'm more devious. I kept you so occupied we didn't do anything all lesson nor received homework."

Harry gave Hermione a chaste kiss and they danced all the way to Charms, literally. They shared that class with the Hufflepuffs. On the note of Puffs, though, Harry and Hermione danced into a very sad looking tear-streaked Cho Chang.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked sweetly, in a comforting voice.

"You," Cho hissed venomously. She whipped out her wand, pointed it at Hermione, and shouted, "Stupe-"

Harry stopped the attack with a wandless full-body bind. Hermione quickly Obliviated Cho's memory of Harry's spell and the whole encounter.

The Golden Duo made their way to charms, where they did a samba roll into the classroom. They sat down at their seats and held hands.

Flitwick gazed at the obvious PDA going on between some of his formerly reclusive, shy students. He decided not to take away any points from the two Gryfs. He sighed and sat down on his tall chair, taking attendance. He realized Ron Weasley and Cho Chang were absent. Odd. Ron was a total slacker, Flitwick's least favorite person in his house. But Cho, Cho was punctual to a fault.

The door to the classroom barged open, with two students barging in, lip-locked. Everyone stared at the nauseating sight of a pizza-stained Ron with bad body odor making out with pretty, elusive Cho Chang, the fact she had mascara running down her face didn't diminish her attractiveness.

"Oh, Ron," Cho whispered. "Thanks for helping me get over it." By it, Cho meant her crush on Harry. Flitwick uncertainly sat there for a minute, not daring to break the silence.

In his classroom, a certain Severus Snape fumed. That insolent whelp, walking about as if he owned Hogwarts. Just think of the boy gave Snape an overwhelming desire to smash something. How would he make it through the rest of the year?

Desperate, he rummaged through his ingredient-stained files, most of them being potion recipes. Finally, he came upon the correct file. 'Marylouhelp ', it read. Snape apparated into a random Muggle home and used the compooter or whatever it was called. Satisfied of his counseling appointment, Snape appeared back in Hogwarts with a pop.

Flitwick cleared his throat.

"Ahem," He squeaked. "You are late. Five points from Hufflepuff per person." The two just nodded as they stared into each others eyes. Flitwick banged his fist on his desk and they snapped out of it.

"Today we will be learning the Oermorfius Charm. It allows you to morph into an animal or other person, like Polyjuice. But, it's faster. Most people can only change part of their body, and could have a wolf head. Or something like that. The incantation is Demorfius OerWolf, for example, if you wanted to be a wolf. Set a time limit, though, or you'll be stuck like that for a week! Anyone want to try?"

Harry and Hermione both raised their hands. Flitwick nodded for both to go.

"Demorfius OerMeAtProm 15 minutes," shouted Hermione, who melted into an older, done-up version of Hermione. Before Harry could go, Flitwick remembered something.

"You can't morph into someone against their will," the teacher reminded. Many girls sighed: so much for morphing into Hermione to steal Harry's heart.

"Demorfius OerMeAtMyWedding 15 minutes," boomed Harry. Everyone gasped as Hermione's purple empire waisted dress turned triply and white. Flitwick looked impressed but kept his mouth shut.

"Shall we dance?" piped Hermione. Harry answered by grabbing her waist. They waltzed around the room gracefully and the dance was concluded with a dip into a searing kiss. In that moment, all the girls in the room knew they had no chance with Harry.

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