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Severus glowered in the corner. He was not at this Friday night teachers-and-government-officials ball out of his own free will.
The other teachers were making their rounds with the ministry staff with various levels of excitement. Minerva nodded wearily at Fudge, barely containing her eyerolls. Pomona chatted with a senior employee in the Department of Herbology. A man with shiny blond hair laughed and smiled with everyone as if he spoke to as if he was simply having the best time. Severus assumed everything about that sexy annoying idiot was simple.
Some band tinkled. Severus paid as little attention as he could. Their tunes were catchy, but he was determined to ignore them. He cast his eyes around the room, as if he could make the evening worthwhile by doing sufficient people-watching. That blond (which Severus refused to even think the name of) was continuing to schmooze around the ball, chatting up every ministry official. His lilac dress robes framed his form alluringly. They were open enough that one could see the top of his glittering silver shirt and how low cut it was. It was if he was expecting a disco ball to fall down so he could throw off his robe and demonstrate his "dancing skills".
While watching the gorgeous annoying man, Severus felt his body move against his will. His body rolled, his legs shook. He jived.
A spotlight appeared and shone at him. As the rhythm beat more intensely, his dancing hit every position right on beat.
He felt every eye in the room staring at him, some gasps emanating from his colleagues. He looked down at his clothes. His normal slightly fancy black dress robes had been transformed to a hideous garb. His shirt had shrunk to a sleeveless crop covered in silver sequins. His pants were hot pink and had become flared, each leg flaring out wider than his waist. On his head, he felt a tiara fit for a queen. It was made of gold and adorned with every possible gem.
See that girl, watch that scene
As he whirled around the room, he saw the reflections from his cursedly sparkly shirt twinkle around the room, shining on walls and drawing everyone's eyes. If there was anyone who somehow hadn't noticed him before, they had definitely noticed now.
Severus wanted to sink into the floor, possibly move across the world to Brazil. He tried to reach for his wand to apparate away at least, but his arms kept him dancing firmly away from the pocket his wand was in.
Right near his unwilling jiving, another man appeared near him in the spotlight. He was wearing a yellow shirt with a strange triangular badge. He looked around, his mind seeming to calculate every detail about his situation much faster than even Severus could fathom thinking.
"I appear to be in the wrong place."
The rooms' gaze had shifted to their unexpected guest. The band petered out as they took in a new guest.
And when you get the chance
Severus stepped backwards a step, and then another, holding his breath. The spotlight stayed focused on their new guest. His skin seemed to sparkle oddly, but not in a vampiric way.
"I'm terribly sorry about my intrusion. Please don't let me interrupt the mood," the newcomer continued, "I shall see my way out."
He walked towards the entrance, opposite to where Severus had snuck back to.
"Now now, hold on a moment," Fudge blustered, intercepting the stranger, "you must have a very powerful apparate to get through our wards. Now you tell us what that's all about!"
Aurors surrounded the man, wands pointed.
"Come have a chat this way, and don't try any funny business," Kingsley warned him, leading him out of the room.
After that debacle, Severus slunk even further into the corner than he was before, basically pressing against the wall and obscuring his new outfit behind shadows.
For some reason, the blond had dropped his lilac robe, revealing his whole dance-ready outfit. His low-cut shimmering shirt showed off his alluring clavicle, and his tight lilac leather pants showed off his ass much too sexily. Evidently he was here to party in the way Severus was forced to earlier.
Severus turned his head away from the man - he couldn't be having such thoughts about the world's sexiest moron. Unfortunately, there wasn't much else for him to focus on. He scoured the room for someone else to observe.
The tambourine band shook their pitched tambourines, their rhythmic jingles compelling Severus to shake in time. He shimmied around the room, every face blushing as he unwillingly charmed them. Much to his chagrin, his internal scowl did not grace his physical face, which made people think he liked this situation. How dare they think he be having a good time!
But if he was forced to dance, he might as well share the spotlight with someone. Perhaps then everyone would stop looking at him and instead look at whoever he was with.
Anyone will do
Severus glanced around the room, reluctantly smiling at people. He could pick anyone he liked.
And there was one man staring at him more intently than the rest. Or perhaps Severus was just more attuned to the stare of this man, as he'd spent quite some time that day looking at his regular engaged-in-conversation face.
Severus found himself holding out a hand to Gilderoy. His supposedly award-winning smile grew even wider as he accepted, pulling Severus closer.
Together, they twirled and jived.
Severus's body continued to move on its own, leaving him free to admire his partner. He was mesmerised by his fluidity, his poise, his carefree jives.
You are the dancing queen
Their fellow ball-goers watched the pair, murmuring to each other. The pair spun away and towards each other, hitting their moves synchronously. Severus's heart matched the smile on his face. As if he could sense the change, Gilderoy winked at him. Severus's returning blush was real.
You can dance, you can jive
Having the time of your life
Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen