Hermione Granger Yule Ball Novels & Stories

Even when I think we are close, at moments like this when she feels like a fairy godmother to me, she is still the House Head. She handed me the map of the whole school and circled where the Ball was taking place. “Thank you,” I muttered. Mistress Lune only gave a slight nod and walked me to the gates in silence. It was clear she meant to make sure I left for the Eclipse Ball… But I had other plans. Nexus of Power. That’s where I was going. As I passed the other Houses, I read their golden nameplates—House Noctis, House Ignis, House Vellum, and House Vitae.

The Night Of The Annual Ball Wearing a white ball gown, Elara felt restless. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that she would be fine, her heart could not accept the reality. "Elara, think about it again. I can't see you like this," Julia said as she just entered Elara's bedroom. She was invited for the annual Ball since it was the biggest night for the pack. "I am okay, Julia," Elara lied. Mery came into the room and looked at them. "What are you two girls doing? Everyone has already reached to attend the party. Let's go to the hall."

It had the calm essence that I have always imagined a royal ball would have, there are people dressed elegantly in very rare and expensive materials, there is the sound of classical music at the background, an orchestra is stationed at the side of the hall. I felt really out of place immediately we stepped in, it did not help that as soon as we walked in I could feel every body’s eyes on me, I thought it was because of the gown and how stunning it is thanks to Jasmine. I thought it was because of how I look but then I heard the whisper and it doesn’t make sense. “Is that Amelia’s daughter? They look the same, it is like i am seeing Amelia’s ghost.” A female werewolf in a beautiful ball gown

Of course, we’d be staying at my parents’ place because that’s where the party is. I make my way over to her bedroom. I open the door and see her standing by the mirror. “Do you think I should change my dress?” she asks. She’s wearing a light-yellow ball gown. The trim and boddess is white and the ruffles at the bottom are white as well. This is a little too fancy for a ballet show. I hug her from behind and kiss the top of her head. Even with heels on Grace is a head shorter than me. She smiles holding her hand over mine.

"Hecate!" A girl rushes forward from across the ballroom, her eyes wide and expressive, a lovely shade of olive green, shimmering like the surface of a pond on a sunny day. Her hair is long and a dark brown, almost black, curled, and a black crown sits atop her head, elaborately decorated with shining silver diamonds. Her dress is a dark, deep blue, off-the-shoulder and sleek, clinging to her frame tightly. I frown at her slightly, wishing I knew her name, wishing I could respond to her clear excitement.

"Yes. You? Are you okay?" Klaus just smiled at me and nodded. "Finally! You have arrived. I am not aware that you two know each other." Hermione greeted us happily. She is wearing a gold-fitted dress that makes her stand out. Her masquerade party's color motif is black and white, yet she wears gold. "I forgot to tell you, sorry." Klaus said to Hermione. "Is she your girlfriend?" Klaus and I looked at each other and smiled at Hermione. "No, she is my friend, and since we are both attending your party, I ask her to be my date."

Her hand grabbed the closest plate—a beautiful white one with shiny gold edges—and before I could react, she threw it at the wall. CRASH! The plate shattered into countless pieces, food splattering everywhere. I gasped, my body jerking at the loud noise. "You take her to weddings!" Hermione screamed, her voice filled with rage. "You dress her in fine clothes! You sit her at your table, feed her like she is someone important! Like she matters!" Her hand flew out again, this time grabbing a glass filled with deep red wine. Before anyone could stop her, she hurled it at the fireplace.

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?... Next time there's a ball ask me before someone else does and not as a last resort" — Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "Mey!" Relief washed over Jess's face. "Where were you? We've been looking for you." She stole one curious glance at Ty. "And why are you with Ty?"

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

She had her silver hair pulled back in a tight bun, and she looked so strong, it was hard to remember that she had been bedridden just a few weeks ago. “Okay everyone I need silence please thank you. Herley!” grandma called out sharply. I looked around in surprise, I knew Herley planned the party, but I never expected him to show up. She came out from the crowd and walked up to us at the center looking so incredibly jealous, that I preened inside for a second. “The rings please,” Granny said to her. I watched in amusement, as Herley brought out a ring case from her clutch and handed it to granny.