Harry Potter Yule Ball Dance Novels & Stories

The cool sweetness melted across my tongue. He drew me gently into the crowd as the music swelled. People cheered and spun around us. Beyond the dancers, I caught Anna's wink. Our mother smiled from her chair. My vision blurred for a moment. Dante lowered his head until his forehead rested against mine. "Are you happy now?" he asked quietly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed a kiss against his lips. "Yes. This is the most beautiful dance I have ever had." —The End

They pulled away from each other and Elliot cleared his throat, there was an awkward silence between them but Wanda spoke to ease the tension. "Oh I was making a veggie salad to have with some apple juice. Would you like some?" "Yeah sure but coffee for me." Wanda scrunched her nose in disgust. "How do you drink coffee? That shit's bitter." Elliot laughed at her. "You know nothing. Coffee is life." "Apple juice is life." She replied. After their little meal, Wanda talked about the ball and asked about details. "It's something my parents host every two years." He told her, "All the proceeds from the ball go to children's hospitals and orphanages."

It was a hot summer night, with fireworks going off overhead. A woman that looked like she was roughly in her late teens, with long, flowing, red hair and bright blue eyes that seem more significant against her pale, almost translucent, skin, was seated, elegantly at her tarot table wearing a dark crimson cape with the hood pulled over her head, in front of the cathedral, where she could smell the river water on the wind while watching the other people in the square laughing and playing around as they enjoyed the celebration.

Instead, I see him mingling with a group of pack members. He seems to be having a harmless conversation with them. This is my chance. As I take a step forward to get to Harry, the music starts. The instruments are resonating all over the ballroom, and people start to pick out dance partners. I try to get myself off the center of the dance floor, but someone grabs me before I make any attempt. I don't know who the boy is, but he has a nice smile. He holds on to my hand as the dance starts.

He also saw a couple of ambiguous looks straying over him and sharpened his eyes―warding them off before Jeremy notices. The Ball had three events, opening waltz, play by drama club and the last dance of the night, after which there would be an open for anybody ramp walk. Roy's group strolled around the hall as it was still thirty minutes till the opening waltz. Jeremy shyly wandered around the dessert table, eyeing a bunch of different fruit flavoured mousse pastries. Roy saw the expression and stealthily rubbed his chest. This cuteness was a major arrow to his heart.

"It's simply like a social gathering event. It is only during this event where Normals, Talents, and Blessings have the chance to interact with each other. There is a strict no conflict policy. Anyone violating this will be expelled from the school. There'll be food and drinks, the large field in front of the canteen will be lavishly decorated, performances held, and a ballroom dance." "Ballroom dance?" Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance. /What have I agreed to?/ "If you come with a date, nobody would bother you for the dance. If you come single, you'll be up for grabs. This year, Stephan will likely be the one to take Violet to the event." "I see." /So I'm going to be used as a deterrent./ "

‘They must be Harry Potter fans. He didn’t think that any of the songs in the soundtrack could be used in this way. Now, as he watched the two, he felt as if he was being transported into the magical world. He had watched the previous movies and in one of them there was a scene where the students of Hogwarts had a Yule ball. ‘Ah. This is that feeling.’ He was starry-eyed as he watched the two dancing like magical beings. Towards the end of it, he rose from his seat and applauded them. “Very good!! Amazing! Yes! That’s perfect!!!”

Vivianne was still on edge as she retorted, "This is serious! Stop joking around. I taught you the Waltz, 'Juliet's Waltz.' Hardly anyone knows this classical dance, how come you happen to know it?" Frederick calmly responded, "You'll see once we're on the floor." On the dance floor, Nelson continued his taunts. "Let's welcome Mr. York to the stage! My eyes are ready for him to gouge out. But if he loses, I hope he'll keep his word, bark like a dog, and leave the cruise." Having spent the evening discussing business matters with the Monroe family, Theodore now emerged from a private room. He wasn't particularly fond of balls due to his age, but he noticed Vivianne preparing to dance with Fre