Harry X Hermione Fanfiction Yule Ball Novels & Stories

“Oh my god. You’re going to set me up with some boring hockey player with a buzzcut and no personality, aren’t you?” “If I have to.” “Kane!” Before I could argue back, my phone rang, and the screen lit up with a name I hated. _Harry_ Shula’s head snapped up so fast I thought she’d get whiplash. “Harry? Is that Harry?!” Her embarrassment vanished, replaced by pure, unfiltered excitement. “Is he in New York? Did he say he was coming to the dinner? Pick up! Pick up!” I stared at her. Then on the phone. Then back at her.

“It’s just a game, Suzie. You’re not mad at them, are you? Jojo doesn’t walk back on things she promised to do! Besides, Harry should be happy. This is Jojo’s first time!” Someone said teasingly, “Joanna is a good sport, unlike somebody.” Naturally, the person they referred to was me, who suggested that we cancel the game. A moment later, Harry walked out shirtless. His body was covered with scratches and hickeys. It looked like things had gotten really intense in the room. I came up to him and wanted to take him away. However, before I could say anything, Harry yanked my jacket off me with force. He was so rough that he tore off the fake nails I had put on for the wedding, and I burst into

It's fitted from the knee above, then it's a bit free downward due to the slit at the front. I paired the look with four-inch black heels and light makeup, wearing my hair up in a messy bun. Harry is wearing a dark blue suit to match me, and the rest is history. I put my hand in as we walked down the hallway until we got to the ballroom. The guards around the door opened it up while acknowledging Harry and me appropriately. As Harry and I step into the hall, the music stops for a brief period of time, from when we enter until when we settle down on the thrones at the end of the ballroom.

She squealed and turned to face Harry when they reached the room where everyone was dancing. "I've never heard it before," Harry shrugged. "Neither have I!" She giggled. "But I love it!" Harry rolled his eyes and pulled Brooklyn towards his just as a large group of guys walked past. "Thanks," she whispered. "Drink," Harry said lowly and Brooklyn giggled. "You're always serious," she said. "Smileeee!" Harry's lips twitched. "You're so drunk." "Shh!" Brooklyn whispered and placed her finger over Harry's lip. "It's a secret!"

Excitedly, Harry pointed at Yuna and proudly declared, "See? Even Yuna says so." Yuna raised her hand, adding, "I mean, it's obvious she's head over heels for you. My guess is that you told her to keep it a secret, so she promised because she wants to be a good friend to her crush." Harry coughed. Yuna got straight to the point so much, he turned red. Sherry was howling with laughter. "Darling, that was a marvelous conclusion," Sherry praised. Harry clasped his hands in a prayer-like gesture and bowed to the ladies. "Please, let me off the hook and get to business."

“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.

"Just updating Selene on her *responsibilities*," Harry emphasizes the word. "I will take my leave. Oh, and Selene," Harry turns to the female. "Be ready for the coronation on Friday." Selene is seething. How could the sweet, gentle Harry be so conniving? Had she been blind to his manipulations? She curls her fist around the cup. She lifts the drink to her lips, enjoying the colors sparkle as they touch her lips. A sweet, burning taste flows down her throat. Soon, the drink takes effect, numbing her complicated feelings.

”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.”

“And where exactly are you taking me?" “Wherever you want to go. You did say we shouldn't waste this night right?" he said with a smirk. Yasmine got into the passengers seat and they zoomed off. *** Gemila just finished preparing hot chocolate as Harry's temperature began dropping. “Why on earth would you come here drunk and worse pass out in my balcony during this time of the season? Do you have a death wish!" She scolded the sleeping Harry. She placed the chocolate on the table before shaking him vigorously as she didn't know how else to wake him up.

Harry commented earning a small chuckle from her. " You are right. I am just going to the hospital right now. Thanks once again." They both parted ways for the last time. Kelly smiled watching his disappearing figure before sneezing again. She shook her head and decided to go to the hospital. After everything got arranged the party started and they cut the cake. Harry did nothing but stand in the corner with his usual cold face. "Move little here and there young man you look like a statue this way," Xander said pushing him a little to move around.