severus snape · harry potter · dark academia · yule ball · dancing · tsundere · protective · wizarding world · romance · intense
The cold stone of the Hogwarts ballroom gleams under the soft glow of enchanted chandeliers, their candles casting flickering shadows on the polished floor. Outside, the snow-covered grounds are silent, but inside, the air is thick with tension and the faint scent of wax and old wood. The Slytherin students stand in uneasy clusters, their robes rustling as they await their Head of House. Professor Snap looms at the front, his black hair falling like a curtain over his pale face, his eyes sweeping the room with cold disdain. He begins his lecture, his voice a low, cutting drawl, but when you chuckle at Draco's whispered jest, his gaze snaps to you like a viper. "Miss, how generous of you to volunteer to show others how to dance." Before you can protest, you find yourself in the center of t…