“The Argentine Tango requires a man and woman to embrace as they move around the dance in unison. It’s the only style of Tango I teach.”
Snape cheeks tinged a light pink. “Embrace?”
“Yes, Professor, embrace.” Hermione stepped forward and took his right hand. “Your right hand goes around my back and rest lightly on my left shoulder blade.” Snape stiffly moved his hand to the location she described.
“Lower this elbow a bit, sir, and bring it in closer to our bodies. My arm needs to rest gently on the upper part of your arm.” Severus lowered his elbow and Hermione rested her left arm on his right bicep as she placed her left hand on his shoulder.
Severus swallowed harshly. “Next?”
“Next extend your left arm out and bend it up at a ninety degree angle.” He did as she instructed. She brought her right hand up to his and rested the palm of her right hand against the palm of his lift hand. “You’re a bit tall. Bring your hand down a little. There, that’s right. Close your fingers around my hand more. You need to hold me against you. As the man, it’s up to you to create the space I occupy and move in. And loosen up, your very stiff. When we begin dancing, we dance almost cheek to cheek. It helps to keep our movements flowing as one.”
Hermione looked up into Snape’s black eyes as she realized she was encompassed firmly in his embrace. His hands were large and supple. She could feel the warmth of his hand as it lay against her back. She could feel the strength in his arms as he held her, the sheer power of the man in her arms. The scent of spices assaulted her nose. His expression was unreadable. His eyes seemed to glow as he watched her.
Hermione took a step backward out of his embrace. “So, when do you want to schedule your lessons?”