Harry Potter Yule Ball Dance Novels & Stories

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.

Before Yandel got to speak up how displeased he was that Azariah touched his sacred nose, the MC got everyone standing to go get their serves and socialize and turns out the big twist to the fundraiser was that it was also a ball, A motherfucking ball like it was the fucking nineteenth century, they weren't even dress for it mostly, as some women came in business suits too. "A ballroom dance?" Rachel muttered to herself. It was just weird, a ball in the ending of November and a fundraiser, What the hell were this two bastards planning, like what was next, A fucking mask party… "Hey sweetheart, you need to stop overthinking it. Let go and just enjoy."

“They fear you enough to comply.” He smirked at Evelyn and rubbed her cheek. “I made it specially for you, my love.” “How sweet of you?” she cooed. “Will there be classical music?” “Honey, it’s a royal alliance ball. There will be classical music and lots of dancing,” he said. He was also leaving the important part out, which included the building war. And how the ball was going to decide the fate. “You’re sweating so much,” Lucia muttered out of nowhere.

Tara smiles at you changing the subject to something a little lighter. “Nothing, I just want to hang with these guys.” You smiled, gesturing to Oscar and Blake. “Wrong. We have a dance coming up.” Tara beams, hopping on her tip toes. “What for now?” You grimace at the mere thought of a dance. “Did no one tell you; the university has decided to hold a Halloween ball.” Blake explained. “What? Nate never told me.” You gasp and look towards Nate. “Must have slipped my mind.” He remarked glumly.

She did not waste any of it, she ate as much as she could, but just at this moment, she saw the customers in the dining hall rushing towards the hall, and when she was surprised, she saw the two famous young misses standing up and saying, "The ball is about to begin." "So excited!" I wonder who Gabriel will dance with in the first ball. " "Who else could it be? It must be that Harrys Family's Miss!" She came for him. " "You can tell with a glance that he's dressed like that and relied on his family background. He must have come prepared."

Jordan witnessed this scene and pressed his lips together to hold back a laugh. "I'll give you two some privacy." His voice shook with restrained laughter as he got up and hurried away. Totally ignoring him, Dylan lowered into the bench beside her. "Do you feel better? Any fever?" She shook her head. "I'm fine. The hot bath helped." He nodded. "Alright. So I wanted to tell you about the moon ball that is approaching." "You mentioned it to me before. What is it about?" "It's an annual ball that the werewolves celebrate in honour of the moon goddess."

“You’re back. Did you kill the thing?” “Yes,” I said, then cut straight to, “Where’s Lyra?” “Oh, her? She and Myra went into town for a shopping spree.” A muscle ticked in my jaw. “Shopping spree.” “And I was just about to follow them into town myself,” she added breezily. “A little sightseeing before the ball later.” I stopped walking. “What ball?” She arched one perfectly shaped brow. “The Winter Solstice ball? Big end-of-Solstice celebration. Myra said it’s open to the whole town. Dancing, music, and probably enchanted wine.

”What are you two plotting now? “Nothing,” Gordon chirped, gaze fixed on the glass he was currently wiping. ”Just really wondering why you aren’t at prom just like all the other teenagers your age.” “For the last time, it’s not prom. It’s a summer ball. S-u-m-m-e-r b-a-l-l.” I said, spelling the word out for him before I continued. “Besides, I hate the feeling of wearing a suit and all that comes with it.” “I don’t think that’s it.” Harry said, finally joining in the conversation. “You are just using that as an excuse, and we are not buying it.”

I looked away as soon as Martha dragged me to the dance floor where we joined the rest of the students who were dancing too. My eyes glanced on the stage and it was a huge stage where a band was playing who were also wearing costumes. They had a massive marquee with our high school’s name on it and they transformed the entire stage into a scary graveyard with tombstones and fake cobwebs. The entire ballroom was filled with black and orange balloons and so much spooky designs. “This is going to be our last party as high school!” Martha screams over the loud music while I was dancing with her. I nod with a smile on my face and found myself enjoying. “I can’t believe I am dancing!”

I smiled at them. “Of course, Damsel,” Alden smiled back but quickly retreated and moved even further away than he was. Then I turned to the door. “We’ll see you at home sister all. Everything would be splendid for the ball.” “That’s if she knows how to tango?” they said and I groaned and stopped. “It’s a ball.” I turned to them. “Jordan didn’t tell you. Sasha and tango are just a ritual for this particular ball. I can’t believe he didn’t tell you,” Alden glared at Jordan and I also glared at him, then I turned to the door.