Everyone hated them being together.
Dumbledore, who wanted Hagrid married to a nice big woman, making nice big babies, frowned
in silent disapproval.
Remus, who'd apparently harboured a crush on Snape for years, made pale, sad eyed
Heathcliff faces as they walked past, and Snape smirked at him without pity.
Sirius, Snape knew, if he'd been alive, would have snarled curses, sneering that Snape had
fogged Hagrid's mind to make him love a Slytherin.
Lucius was green with nausea, disgusted beyond reason that his 'friend' would lower
himself so, sleeping with the half-breed groundskeeper.
Voldemort simply threw him out of the Death Eaters, killing curses on his heels.
Students from both their houses didn't know whether to hate Snape or Hagrid more, their
confused disappointment was palpable.
All in all, their disgust, disappointment and loathing added such an edge of sweetness to
their dance, that Snape couldn't help laughing out loud as Hagrid twirled him around the
dance floor once more.