Harry Potter Yule Ball Dance Novels & Stories

The Mate Ball was held in the enchanted forest just off campus, where the magic of the realm was at its strongest. The clearing appeared as if dripped in moonlight—gold and silver lights strung along the trees. An enamored orchestra played itself around the trunk of the largest tree. The overgrown roots acted as seating along the edge of the dance floor, and clusters of students draped themselves over the bark, lounging with drinks in hand as they watched the few dancers spin along the grassy floor. It was beautiful, but Kael was paying it no attention, despite the string of women who had already approached him for a dance.

The Luna began, "I know that this whole rogue problem is really weighing, not only our family, but also the whole pack as well. So...I decided to make a celebration for Mia getting back to full health as well as a distraction for those who are stressed from this whole situation. So...I have made a decision to have a ball! We will be renting out a huge hall. There will be dancing, and food and mingling and-" The Alpha chuckled and squeezed her shoulder lightly, "I think they get the picture, sweetheart." The Luna laughed, "Yeah will. That is what I want to do. So the ball will be happened in two days. Me and Zapora are organising in. So please spread the word. It is in two days at 7:30 PM at

10 ANNALISE The ballroom spun, a dizzying kaleidoscope of swirling skirts and flashing jewels. Duke Rhys and his coven of witches had thrown a bash to celebrate the successful retrieval of a mythical artifact – something about a talking teapot, if memory served. My parents, usually stoic and reserved, were practically waltzing on air. Dad, surprisingly light on his feet, kept twirling Mom around until her laughter echoed through the hall.

I continue my cleaning, ignoring the feeling that he’s watching me. “Kiss, um. But that’s not all” He sighs, looking down. “What is it Dan?” I question, putting my robe on. “It’s um. Its kind of like a ball” He smiles nervously. “A-uh. A what?” I ask, frozen in my tracks. A ball? As in Cinderella ball? “A ball. You know, like in the movies. The parties all the rich people have. Its my cousins 21st birthday on Friday and she’s having a huge ball party. I know its short notice so I understand if you don’t want to go” He says, grabbing my hands.

"Christmas ball?" She nods. "There are four balls every year. The house of water arranges the Christmas one. The boys get to ask the ladies for a dance, and sometimes, even if you have yet to turn eighteen, dancing with the right partner will make you realize if they are your mate or not." My eyes focus on the bedsheets. There is a throbbing within me. A distant longing I've never felt until now. When I made fire rain from the sky, I admitted my biggest fear—being alone.

Maria said, “because the dance is in like two days, and I still don’t have a date.” Thankfully, as always, she came to Scarlet’s rescue and changed the subject. Scarlet was relieved. Yet, at the same time, she had changed the topic to one that was even more stressful: Friday’s dance. The big Halloween Ball. Every year, there was a big outdoor dance down on the football field, and the school had a huge bonfire and marshmallow roast. It was the kiss of death to show up without a date. You could get away with it as a freshman, or as a sophomore, but definitely not as a junior or senior. And being a junior, the pressure was really on Scarlet this year.

WEEKS LATER “Ugh, I don't see a reason why we should be having another ball when it is close to the end of the season. This should be the last one.” Nora groaned as she hit her nail repeatedly with the glass in her hand. Lily smiled at her statement and looked around the room before turning back to Nora. “It might not be that bad.” Lily replied and shrugged, which earned an eye roll and a scoff from Nora. “Of course, you enjoy everything.” Nora scoffed and turned to the dance floor. They both stared at the couples dancing. It was the second to the last ball of the season and it was organised by Lydia’s parents.

His hands moved over to the nape of his neck, and he scratched, rather slowly, "Different?" "Thank you." She snickered inwardly, placing her hands on her hip, come on. Hate me now! He stretched his arm forward, attempting to take hers. "Let's go in." Her hands caught his, cold and not warm, weird. She took in a deep breath, like she always does; She was going to meet her parents at the ball, they were going to discuss never ending things with Doctor Rodriguez, yay. The ball was already going on, with people dressed richly dancing around slowly, this is not the way to dance, peeps. Turn on the damn pop music and let's shake, but no. Everyone's dancing like they are from the 70s.

the blonde looked thoughtful and then sighed "sincerely? I would say something like: send letters and try to explain to them your doubts, but society does not work like that, right?" Her eyes fixed on me and I smiled nodding. "Well... then a dance" she said naturally and that was the right answer. A dance. A ball for the king’s return and a ball where Elaine and Lucifer would be presented - one for their recovery and one for their emergence. "It’s decided," I said, "I’m having a dance in early fall." ⋅• ♱ •⋅

I didn't know what it was. Only that with every passing hour, it grew heavier. (Clara's POV) The Moon Halo Ball was bright. Dressed-up young wolves everywhere—Alphas, Betas, Gammas—clustering in twos and threes to chat, dance, exchange contact information. Jennie had been pulled onto the floor for a third dance by a young Beta from Silver Claw, flashing me an "OK" sign before disappearing into the crowd. I sat at the bar with a barely touched glass of honey mead.