Harry Potter Yule Ball Dance Novels & Stories

A well-known sting - the girl who refused to dance at every gala, waiting for a partner who chose someone else. But they didn't know about the Freshman Ball. Didn't know my first dance had already been stolen by a Vampire Prince. "A demonstration sounds perfect." Ivy egged the teacher on. "Let's see if the White Witch has any rhythm, or if she's just all talk." Professor Point nodded, gesturing to center floor. "A Pas de Deux then. Lady Duskbane, since Lady Petra already has you in hand... if you please." The music began. Haunting high-tempo violin arrangement requiring perfect synchronization. Petra stepped into the male role without hesitation.

They weren't formal court gowns; they were simpler, tailored trousers and a soft tunic that allowed for easy movement. A smile touched Maya’s lips. She teased me gently, her eyes dancing. “The King requested your presence in the private east wing. He said you are to attend Solstice practice.” My defenses spiked. “Practice? For what? I am not a performer.” “For the pairing dance, my lady,” Maya explained, bowing her head to hide her amusement. “It is mandatory for high-bloodline couples to present unity before the pack during the Winter Solstice.” I opened my mouth to refuse, a sharp retort warming my tongue, but the curiosity won. I wanted to see what he was up to. I wanted to know if the co

My wildflower gown swirls around my legs, and the crowd gasps softly at the sight of the layers of tulle swaying like a field of flowers on a sunny day. I still can’t believe that this is actually happening. I’m dancing at a ball, in a gown worth more than my life savings, with hundreds of the most powerful people in the country watching. Little orphan Iris would be in heaven right now. The dance calls for me to turn away from Arthur at this point, performing a solo twirl before returning to his arms. I’ve done it a hundred times or more in our lessons, and I execute the move flawlessly, extending my arm as I spin.

" ...Awwn poor Hermione, all left bored and alone." Ketura mocks, on seeing me lie on the bed "We had so much fun at the palace! Can you believe, I even danced with the crowned Prince Helios?!" She squeals, earning a prideful look from Grandmother who stood beside her. "The palace? Fun? I don't understand..." I ask, faking ignorance "Yes, Hermione. A Royal ball was organized specially at the palace for the youths, and that is because the crowned prince is of the opinion that his fated mate is from this kingdom." Ketura grins at me

His not wrong, I do love this song and part of our training was learning all forms of ballroom dancing. Taking a deep breath, I take his hand and let him lead me to the middle of the dance floor. I put my hand on his shoulder, as his goes to my waist, which sent a spark through my nerves. Hu, weird, must be the rum and coke, we young wolves aren't aloud to drink much. Logan POV "Look at them two" Alpha Sam jesters towards the dance floor where our kids are. I sip my drink watching my daughter having fun and she looks happy.

"Of course i am, after drinking the potion from Azura my fever is cured" Azura sat up "We're going to a ball" the witch girl smirked. "It's been a long time since I came to such an gathering. I cannot wait" "You can't wait to find another boyfriend huh?" Lily sneered. Azura simply ignored her. But she didn't deny either "Ball? A gathering?" I have never attended such a event. I've only been to proms and my friends' birthday parties. And I don't like the crowd. I'm guessing the Lusevell party is something that involves boisterous crowd from sundown to sun-up.

I faced Harry squarely, connecting my eyes with his cold ones, then realization slowly set in that I was sitting on Harry's thighs and about to dance for him all because of a stupid game and because I wanted to prove a point to the arrogant bitch at my back, Amanda. Some of my classmates were drunkingly screaming their lungs off to encourage me to do this. Okay, I can do it right? At least to make Amanda remain quiet. I started to move on Harry's thighs slowly, all the while not taking my eyes off him even as he didn't show any signs or emotions, but I can't fuck this up. I can't. Harry remained still, maintaining eye contact as I danced. The noise behind me did not stop but I felt like like

“Thanks. But I’m here with my girls tonight.” Harry tilted his head. “Just one dance. I promise I don’t bite.” Tessy didn’t flinch. “And I don’t bend. Not tonight.” Helena and Stacy noticed and drifted closer, like silent bodyguards in heels. Harry backed up with a shrug. “No stress.” As he walked off, Helena raised her cup. “Queen behavior. Proud of you.” “I’ve got my own rhythm,” Tessy said, brushing it off. “Don’t need anyone throwing me off beat.”

He says. “But how? We are dancing closely. What else could we do?” I ask. “I have a plan.” He says and when the music changes, he asks, “You remember this song?” “Yes. They played it at the annual ball at our university.” I say. “Yes. Do you remember our dance steps?” He asks with a smirk. “Yes, sure.” I say and we start our little dance. Toby and I attended that ball as friends, and I prepared a dance routine with Toby. It was his favourite song, and the ball was at the night of his Mom’s death anniversary. Mr. Wright told me to distract him and I did so as a good friend.

I think it would be fun. She smiles. "It's going to be like a yule ball. We are going to make the magic of Harry Potter come alive. We are going to have ice sculptures, fake snow and twinkling lights hung on the walls and ceiling, creating a night sky effect just like in the Great Hall." "Sounds interesting." I said, nodding my head in approval. I would really like to challenge my skills with a task like that.