Slytherin's salvation is nothingness

Cyrus was sitting in the auditorium with a gloomy look on his face. It was inappropriate to be with Cedric and Mr. Harry would probably make him mad. It wouldn't be good for George Fred and the two of them to separate, Ron... I won't consider this. Remus was too busy, Kate didn't have time, and Sirius... couldn't even consider this.

"Cyrus, what's wrong with you?" Cyrus saw the golden head sticking out from beside him. Draco might not be that angry, but he saw Pansy inviting him a few days ago.

"It's okay, I was just thinking about something."

Draco seemed a little confused, "Have you... found a dance partner? As a Slytherin warrior, you can't find those miscellaneous people."

Cyrus sighed, "Not yet, I don't want to be misunderstood because of who I choose as my dance partner." Draco's eyes flashed with loneliness, "There is no misunderstanding, it's just a dance..."

Draco looked around for a moment and said, "Follow me!" He pulled Cyrus out of the auditorium and the two of them walked to the deserted corridor. Draco was a little nervous. He turned his head and stretched out his hand to Cyrus, "I haven't found a dance partner for so long. I can reluctantly be your partner... It's just a dance. Malfoy will not embarrass you."

Cyrus blinked, "It's no problem. Didn't Pansy invite you earlier?" Draco's eyes flashed with joy, but he said dissatisfiedly: "I rejected her then, just forget it if you don't want to!" Cyrus Putting his hand on Draco's hand, "Of course I'm happy to help solve such a big trouble for me. Thank you in advance for your thoughtfulness, Mr. Malfoy."

"Miss Cyrus, why don't you find your partner to practice dancing with?"

Snape's tone was cold, and he lowered his head to review the paper. Cyrus put his hands on the table and supported his chin, "Severus, don't be angry. If it weren't for that noseless monster, I would have invited you to be my dance partner. I had no choice but to ask Draco to help. Just teach me to dance. If I can’t dance at the ball, why can’t I dance with you in private?”

"Draco? I think the Malfoy family's education will definitely be better, and he should be willing to teach Miss Cyrus." Cyrus curled his lips and came to Snape and sat on his lap. "Go down."

"If you promise to teach me, I will go down." Instead, Snape began to ignore Cyrus and continued to grade the paper.

Cyrus hummed softly, hooked his neck to adjust his position, sat closer, and nuzzled his Adam's apple with his nose. The man's Adam's apple was twitching but he still ignored her. He stroked Snape's neck with his hands and whispered in his ear: "Sev, please teach me."

Snape's body trembled visibly. Cyrus hooked his neck and dangled him in his arms. The friction between his body and his clothes made Snape uncomfortable. "Miss, don't be ridiculous."

Cyrus touched Snape's protruding Adam's apple, "Sir, promise me, I won't do it." The man's Adam's apple rolled, and he grabbed Cyrus's hand, "Don't move." The girl became playful, and before the man He left a kiss on his Adam's apple.

Then a big hand hugged her waist tightly, and she was brought into the man's arms. Snape frowned and looked at the delicate face only a few centimeters away from him, and his tone was extremely suppressed, "You are challenging my endurance. ?, Miss Cyrus?"

The man's breath hit his face, and when he faced those black eyes that were full of possessiveness but tried to suppress, Cyrus blushed all the way from his neck to his cheeks. The man chuckled. He lifted the girl's chin and leaned over to place a kiss on her throat.

There was a knock on the door, and a student's voice came, "Professor Snape, I'm here to hand in my paper."

Cyrus couldn't help but tremble when her neck felt itchy like an electric shock, but the man held her tightly around her waist to prevent her from escaping. "Sir... someone is outside..." Then there was a slight sting, and the man bit the girl's neck, and then whispered in the girl's ear: "This is what happens when you play professor."

Cyrus was picked up by Snape and placed on the bed in the bedroom. Snape got up and walked out of the bedroom and closed the door. The door of the office rang "S...Professor Snape, the paper you asked me to write yesterday."

The female student outside the door looked timidly at Snape's gloomy face. The parchment in his hand was taken away, and the office door was immediately closed.

Snape put the parchment down casually, placed one hand on his forehead and breathed heavily. The auricles hidden in the hair were hot and red, the occlumency was operating at a high speed, and the eyes were calm again. Looking at the closed bedroom door, it slowly opened, and Cyrus sat on the bed with his head lowered. Snape squatted in front of the girl and wanted to speak several times but didn't know what to say, "...angry?"

Cyrus ignored Snape and looked very hurt, "I will teach you how to dance tonight..."

After hearing Snape's words, Cyrus immediately returned to his previous state, "Sir, you can't go back on your word!" and then slipped out of the office before Snape got angry.

The two came to the Room of Requirement to practice. "I hope Miss Cyrus will also be extremely talented in learning to dance." Snape stretched out his hand to her, Cyrus took it, and the other hand was attached to Snape's shoulder.

"I also want to dance with my husband for a while."

Cyrus looked up at Snape, who was a head taller than him, and frowned, "Should I wear high heels? Will this affect you?"

"Miss Cyrus just doesn't step on your professor's toes."

"Who would have thought that our serious Head of House could actually dance." Snape put his hand on Cyrus's waist slightly harder, "Miss Cyrus is really not concentrating."

"My husband is so handsome and he is dancing with me. It's hard to concentrate."

"Ms. Cyrus, are you going to lower your head and admire the floor during the whole dance?" Cyrus looked up and smiled awkwardly, "I'm afraid I'll step on you."

"I didn't expect that such an excellent Miss Cyrus would have a clumsy side." Snape chuckled, looking at the girl in front of him who was holding his hand tightly and her steps were chaotic.

"Without a demonstration, I don't know how to imitate and learn. How about you dance a paragraph for me to appreciate?"

Snape took the girl's hand and pulled her back. The girl was pulled into his arms. He looked down at Cyrus with a gloomy expression, "Did Miss Cyrus just kidding me?"

"Haha, sir... don't be angry."

Cyrus suddenly thought of a scene where the man caught the girl in the air while the two were dancing. He immediately said excitedly: "Sir, please stand here and don't move." Then he quickly ran away, and Snape had a very ominous premonition in his heart.

"Sir, you have to catch me."

Then he ran towards Snape from a distance, jumped up and jumped on Snape. Snape hugged the girl who rushed towards her tightly and even spun around in a circle. Cyrus hugged Snape's neck and said excitedly: "Sir, I knew you could do it."

Snape had a gloomy look on his face, "Is Miss Cyrus practicing acrobatics? It's so boring!" The girl beside him ignored Snape's harsh words and kissed him directly. The unfinished words were drowned in the affectionate kiss.

"If only I had appeared by your side earlier. Whether it was a ball or any occasion, Severus Snape was my only choice."

"...If I wasn't the one who saved you, would you still be like this?" Cyrus pinched Snape's frown, "There are no ifs in the world. I don't believe in fate or prophecies. The fact is that you saved He came to me and appeared in my life, giving me a name and the motivation to live. Sir, you are always worried about gains and losses, feeling that you are not worthy of happiness. I cannot guarantee the future, but I want to make you happy when I am by your side. I don’t feel lonely anymore.”

Snape hugged her tightly, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, "Then stay with me and don't leave..." Cyrus also hugged Snape tightly, but made no answer.

On the day of the ball, silver exquisite crystal lamps were hung in the magnificent hall, matching the sparkling floor and low hanging curtains. Twelve Christmas trees with dazzling decorations are placed on both sides of the hall, and there is a giant ice sculpture created by Dumbledore at the entrance.

Harry and Ron invited the two sisters, Parvati and Padma. Harry was a little nervous as he had never attended a ball before, while Ron was ashamed because he was wearing an exaggerated velvet dress made by Jasmine.

Draco, wearing an elegant black dress, was also waiting for Cyrus at the entrance of the hall. Seeing Harry and Ron's embarrassment, Draco couldn't help laughing. Cedric also appeared holding Qiu Zhang, who was wearing a silver-white cheongsam. Harry's eyes were full of envy and jealousy.

What people didn't expect was Hermione's appearance. Her previously fluffy curly hair was combed smoothly and softly, and was tied up high to reveal her slender neck. The light pink dress showed the girl's sweetness and vitality. Ron looked on in shock, completely ignoring his dance partner. Hermione walked downstairs and took Krum's outstretched hand, and the two were dance partners.

If Hermione's appearance surprised everyone, then Cyrus's appearance simply caught everyone's attention.

Wearing a black tube top dress, the skirt has hollow lace and the fabric is embellished with dark flowers. The gracefully curved tube top made her slender waist seem to be unable to withstand a hand, outlining the perfect curves. The thin folds at the hem of the long skirt gently rippled with her steps, like a black elf from a dream. A silver phoenix necklace hovers around her fair neck. Her outstanding appearance does not require any unnecessary embellishment. Her black and smooth hair is spread down, resting softly on her fair and smooth shoulders. The eyes as deep and charming as the sea can pierce the heart and soul, break the darkness, and give people a feeling of coolness, mystery, and nobility.

"Come on, Draco."

Cyrus came to Draco, who had been absent-minded for a long time with his ears red. Draco, who had regained consciousness, took her hand and said, "Really, you are so slow!" He saw people around him looking at her with envy or jealousy. He couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, "Have you practiced your dance steps, Cyrus?"

Cyrus gently held his arm and turned around with a smile, "No problem."

Draco trembled and his ears turned redder. Cyrus looked at the teacher's chair. Dumbledore and Grindelwald were both wearing silver-white robes of similar colors. Salazar changed out of the wizard's robe and wore a dark green and black suit. The material was the same as Cyrus's dress. It was the dress that Salazar gave to Cyrus. The phoenix necklace was a gift from Dumbledore to Cyrus, and the black high-heeled shoes were a gift from Grindelwald.

Looking at Snape in the corner, Cyrus's eyes lit up. The gentleman was wearing the dress she gave him today. A white shirt paired with a black dark plaid striped suit perfectly flatters his body curves and is low-key and luxurious. His nails and hair were trimmed extremely neatly, and the mid-length hair that was usually scattered randomly was tied up by him.

Snape was leaning against the corner. Under the dim light, his slender and tall figure looked like a sketch. Every line was deep and profound, with tall nose and light-colored thin lips. His eyes were cold and indifferent, only when he looked at Cyrus, there would be some waves.