Dirty Dancing

Looking in the mirror was always something Hermione Granger had avoided doing. She didn't like her image and there really wasn't a reason to. She never understood why Parvati and Lavender loved gazing into the mirror, that's all they did.

If truth be told, Hermione Granger was not exactly "cool". Her skirt was too long, her hair was not stylish at all, she'd never exactly had a boyfriend, and she was rather clumsy. Hermione kept to herself, never dating during the most of fifth year.

That is where we find Hermione; sitting in her room, listening to music projected by her wand. It is fifth year and nowhere near exams. Hermione twirled about the room to the music at times mouthing the words. As she was walking around the room she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She admitted it to herself. She was pitiful. Hermione raised a hand and stroked her frizzy hair. (It was no longer bushy, it had gotten worse.) Her figure was o.k. but it defiantly could have been better. She had a nice complexion; no pimples in sight. But that had to be the best part about her. She turned away from the mirror.

She trotted down the stairs, bored with listening to music; Ron and Harry were not to be seen. She decided to take a walk around the castle. As Hermione walked past pictures, smiling somewhat cheerfully at them as she passed. She walked by doors and doors, taking no attention to any of them until, one caught her eye. There was a dark gold streak of light across the dim floor coming from under the door.

She pushed the door open quietly and gaped. Harry was there, music was going. He had no shirt and wore black pants. He had his arms raised, dancing with air. He was looking straight ahead a look of rigid concentration. He was moving his feet beautifully to the beat. Halfway in a turn he stopped dead. Hermione gasped, he was staring right at her.

"Hermione?"

She opened the door and slid in, closing it behind her. They stood staring at each other for some time until Hermione said, "I didn't know you could dance,"

Harry shrugged and said, "Yeah... I kinda picked it up from movies and television and stuff. Mostly I make it up."

Hermione nodded. Harry realized that he did not have a shirt on and rushed to the table in the corner to get it. Hermione stood staring at her hands until Harry said,

"Would you like to learn?" she looked up hurriedly and mumbled, "I guess..." he beckoned her forward and she went to him stopping a few away. He stepped forward and put a hand on her hip and picked up her hand.

"We'll start with something simple. I'll count for you. On three put your right foot forward. I'll be putting mine back like this," he put his foot back. "Then you put it back where it was and do the same thing but with your left foot."

Hermione nodded again and looked at her feet. "Don't look at your feet. Look at me." She looked up right into his eyes. She felt a funny jerk in her chest like her heart abruptly moved over and inch. His eyes were sparkling. After a second, he looked away, at his wand. A fast paced easy beat started up. Harry said a few numbers and then, "Ready, go." She stepped forward.

It was awkward and uneasy at first but then she got the hang of it. It was odd, dancing like this. And with Harry. Too soon the song was over and Harry stood back. He was smiling.

"That was really good. You want to try something a bit harder?"

Hermione agreed and they danced. He played a second song and they danced more. Song after song came on and Harry showed her an endless line of dances. A new beat, with lyrics came from Harry's wand now. She was startle at the look on Harry's face.

"What?" she asked.

"We need to get closer..." he pulled Hermione's waist to him.

"Now...bend you knees...good...now...Hermione we don't have to do this one if you don't want to,"

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Why wouldn't I want to do this dance?" Harry shook his head and continued instructing her what to do. They were standing legs spread slightly, Hermione's leg between Harry's.

"Then you...you..." Harry avoided Hermione's eyes. He began to rotate his hips, guiding hers with his. Her eyes grew wide but she rolled her hips with Harry. The beat was rapid so they sped up a bit. Harry threw Hermione's arms around his neck and leaned her back a bit.

"I'm a love man."

They moved with the song seamlessly swaying and rocking. When the song ended they didn't notice. They were too caught up in the dance. Another song like that came on and they danced faster. Harry sort of picked up Hermione while they were dancing so that she was balanced on his upper thigh. A new song came on but they didn't notice. When they noticed the melody, they did stop.

"Now I'm...having...the time of my life..."

Hermione kept her arms around Harry's neck, staring at him. How he could be so gorgeous she for once did not know. His eyes were big and just the right length apart. His lips...oh those lips. They were perfectly shaped and were always the same light pink. They were never wet. They looked like they had had a powering spell put on them. She could stare at him for hours. He didn't seem to mind staring at her either for some reason beyond Hermione.

"Hermione...the song's over..."

"Huh? Oh!" she moved away from him, staring over at the wall.

"Did you like that?" she stared. He had a look that suggested that he was probably slapping himself mentally.

"Yeah..."

She then noticed a tall window over Harry's shoulder. It was looking out over the lake and the Forbidden Forest. Harry picked up his wand and Hermione went to look out the window. The view was breathtaking. Now, more than ever, she wished she had become a painter. A good painter. She would have loved to record this sight so she could see it whenever she wanted. The clouds were glowing a deep gold, pink on the top, and purple on the bottom. They sky was a feather light blue. She sat on the window seat. After a while she vaguely noticed Harry sit down behind her. Another song was playing.

"You're body's a wonderland... your body's a wonder I use my hands. Your body's a wonderland. Something about the way your hair falls in your face...." Harry picked up a piece her hair and brushed it against his lips.

"You want love...we'll make it..." Hermione put her hand on top of his. This song was perfect for this moment. She turned her attention to the sky. The sun was disappearing. She turned back to him and found his face shockingly close to hers. She forgot all of that when he leaned in closer and his warm lips met hers. She went limp in his arms. His lips drifted across her neck and he pushed her shirt out of the way and kissed her shoulder. She turned and sat on his lap one knee on either side of his hips. She let her hands roam over his neck, shoulders and chest. His hands were in her shirt that was open wide. Her hands drifted under his shirt and around his back.

Before long they were both shirtless and moaning. Hermione dragged him onto the rug on the floor. It was strangely warm.

Her hand undid Harry's belt and she threw it aside. Harry discovered her arse and pulled of her skirt. She had his pants undone and her hand glided into his boxers. There was almost no light left. Her bra was gone and Harry was exploring that area of her body now. Harry didn't seem to mind that she wasn't a swimsuit model.

"I'm ready Harry..." she muttered and he glided into her.

A new song came on and everything became dark.

____The End____