Harry Potter Yule Ball Dance Novels & Stories

she chuckles. "Um, hello. Who is Viktor?" Gideon, Lucy's boy speaks. "Hi, Gideon! You look great as well!" I smile at him. "Viktor is Mallory's... uh... boyfriend?" Lucy looks at me with pursed lips. "Yeah, boyfriend," I shrug. "Let's just go," I sigh a bit saddened by the fact I will be alone tonight. Well, at least I hope there will be an alcoholic punch as well. The whole school is decorated well. The halls are covered in green leaves and colorful flowers and there are flower petals scattered on the floor, leading the path to the gym where the ball is hosted.

If we gave word the Gilded Ball was to be our first high society ball, ignoring Earl Darlington’s and one thrown by the Horseguards Battalion it would only add to the prestige of the evening. I silently studied him whilst sipping my tea. Everything is a game, a strategy and a chess move to be enacted. Working out the dance to match his tune was sure to prove the greatest challenge. The other would be not walking the streets of London aimlessly searching every face in the crowd for a pair of green eyes that I could run up to and find a sliver of happiness.

This ball was an annual event Harlow Empire held and it was attended by all emperors and important men of the vampire world, even enemies. "Rayne... Will you dance with me?" I asked her as nicely as possible. She looked at me for a moment then nodded her head. She was upset, she was really upset. I could see it in her eyes and it killed me that I was the reason behind her sadness. I took her hand in mine and guided her to the middle of the room. "I'm so sorry... I just...Stay away from Tyler, please. I will tell you everything later, but stay away from him," I pleaded.

We settled. But in my heart? It was always Jacob. I snuck a glance at him, worried he'd catch something in my face. But he wasn't even looking at me—his eyes were glued to Sabina, cuddled up with Gabriel. Frown locked in place. Then someone threw a spotlight on me. "Yuna, didn't you do ballet in college? Show us something!" "Yeah! Do the Dance of the Little Swans. Perfect for a duck pretending to be a swan."

Mia whispers and stops abruptly in the doorway. "Yeah." Even though I was expecting luxury, the celebration was even better than I thought it would be. People are dancing, for starters. Like, dancing in a ballroom scene from a movie. From what I remember from Barbie: Nutcracker, I think this dance is a waltz. But my memory of cartoons isn't enough to compete here. Everyone seems well-prepared for this kind of event. They might have practiced a lot. Anyway, I don't think they'll be doing the Cha Cha Slide soon. But dancing isn't my biggest problem right now.

I said, not sure if I was being caring or just harsh. He ignored me and lay back down after finishing the water. The other couples went to play the telepathy game. Of course, we were exempted since it wasn’t part of the main competition. Earlier, Tom mentioned a surprise, and it turned out there would be a ball dance in the evening, with outside guests invited. I hate crowds, but if it’s going to benefit me in any way, I’ll definitely go for it. Leo fell asleep a few minutes later. “His innocence while sleeping is nothing compared to his arrogance while awake,” I muttered to myself, almost in a whisper, as my mind drifted back to Helen.

If I did reject him would Alexander be disappointed in me too, he asked me to follow this through for the Pack. At least I was still being trained up for the security team. It would appear Bram had kept his part of the discussion quiet as agreed. The big difference today was that I was finally getting some dance lessons. Ivan, Kyra, and some other Beta’s were in the ballroom offering coaching to me and a couple of other girls who were also turning eighteen before the ball. One, Sophie was a blue-eyed blonde who reminded me of Celeste wearing jeans and a grey t-shirt, the other was Raven, a very tall, striking girl with poker straight brown hair and very intense grey eyes.

He had said he would return for her answer. And Damien Drakaris was not someone who forgot promises. Maybe he would come to her instead. That thought followed her back to her lodge, settling uneasily in her chest. ⸻ The next day arrived wrapped in excitement. The Moonlight Ball. Students rushed through the halls carrying gowns, enchanted masks, glowing ribbons, and floating decorations that drifted like tiny stars overhead. Magic hummed through the academy as preparations reached their peak. Tonight, when the moon rose fully, the ball would begin.

Harry tucked her hand into his overcoat pocket, trying to keep her warm against the chill. As they walked down the street, the light from the houses seemed to illuminate the night sky. A street band was playing and immediately drawing the attention of everyone around. People gathered, laughing and dancing together. Emma observed the lively scene, her eyes filled with admiration, the corners of her mouth lifting in a warm smile. Suddenly, Harry let go of her hand. He stood before her, slightly leaning in, and extended his hand, “My beautiful lady, would you like to dance a waltz with me?”

I came home to find a stunning ball gown waiting on my bed. I slipped into the flawless emerald fabric and waited for Harry to arrive. Eventually, he did, and we headed out. At the dance, we stood awkwardly near the edge of the floor. “Can I get you a drink?” I just nodded my head in acceptance and followed him to the counter.