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Just worked on this don’t know if it’s good but you know I’m kinda proud of it
Cedric was not one that could be angered easily. But tonight, he had nearly blew a gasket. When he had asked Cho Chang to be his date it was more of a ploy to try and get over his first ( and only) love... and to maybe get her a little jealous. But the tables were turned as soon as he saw who Viktor Krum had brought as his date. Viktor had brought Harriet Potter ( love of Cedric’s life) as his date with a smug smirk on his face when looking at Cedric. It took everything in Cedric not to demand answers from Krum and even more to not abandon Cho in favor of stealing Harriet. After glaring and hoping a hole would burn into Krum’s head, he turned his head slightly to take in Harriet’s appearance. She was naturally beautiful and did not care for makeup and other girly things. But seeing her dressed up for the Yule Ball absolutely took his breath away. She was dressed in emerald green gown that had made Slytherin girls green with envy and Slytherin boys drool and trip over themselves.
Gorgeous, could not begin to describe how she looked. One would wonder if Harriet had Veela lineage. Seeing her so beautiful but for another man made Cedric feel something twist painfully in his stomach and boil his blood. Through out the night he had made sure that Krum had made no advancements on his lioness. He hardly made an effort to pay attention to Cho. If he had he would of noticed her scowling at Harriet and trying to divert his attention back to her.
Viktor’s POV
It was quite amusing to see the foolish badger looking territorial. I had asked Harriet to the ball after finding her crying in a library secluded table. After coming to this foolish school, I could find that many of it’s residents were just downright frustrating to deal with. However, I had met Harriet and her friends. Her lot and her knew that I was just another person, so we had become quick friends. Harriet is the sister I always wanted so, seeing cry just made me so furious with Diggory. After the fist task a lot of people had begun to see that my darling little sister did not willingly enter her name but Diggory was still hesitant to come and apologize to her. She looked so sad that he had asked another girl to the ball that I just had to do something. Not to mention this was the perfect way to keep all unworthy boys away from my precious sister. After all despite what my sister thinks she is actually very desired through out the school. I was pulled out of my musings when I felt someone staring at me. I turned around to see stormy gray eyes of my fellow champion. I wanted to mess with him a little so I did what would probably rile any guy up. I put my arm around my honorary sister’s waist and whispered in her ear.
“ I would rather be playing some quidditch with you instead of this boring ball, after all you are probably the only one that could match my skill here.”, I saw from the corner of my eye Diggory tensing up and looked like he was going to stomp his way towards us If he hadn’t been held back by that infuriating girl, Cho Chang.
“ Same, I would rather be flying through the air than having my feet on my ground.”, Harriet had whispered back to me with a beaming smile on her face. That smile alone caused my heart to melt at how adorable she is. And from my field of vision it looked like I wasn’t the only one affected. Boys all over the hall were getting slapped upside their head for staring at Harriet. But the best reaction was Diggory‘s he looked absolutely transfixed on Harriet that he didn’t notice Cho huff at him with frustrated tears in her eyes. Ah, it is always a pleasure in giving people a taste of their own medicine.
Cedric’s POV:
It hurt so much to see her smile like that to another man. Despite being Hufflepuff’s poster boy, I am still a man ( that happens to be a little possessive when it comes to my lioness). I know I broke up with Harriet but I wasn’t thinking clearly and was hurt when I heard all the rumors going around school. I should have known better but I wanted this chance to prove that I was good enough to be her first and only boyfriend. But seeing her so friendly with the Viktor Krum made me wonder if I was really worth being her only boyfriend — no, I refuse. I am going to prove that I am worthy of loving her. I just need to prove to her that she is the only one for me and that I would only ever truly love her. But I already messed up by bring Cho, maybe I could just leave early and tell Cho that we should just be friends. Hufflepuff reputation of being kind aside, I just wanted my fierce lioness back and hopefully she still wants her ridiculous badger. I turned to face Cho to get it over with because a second more of seeing Krum whispering and giggling with my lioness is starting to cause me to see red and not the good kind like Harriet’s quidditch uniform. As I turned to look at Cho for the fist time since I saw Harriet enter the hallway on Krum’s arm and I see a weird look in her eye, better get this over with, NOW.
Cho’s POV:
Cedric was finally looking at ME. Not that glorified Potter. I don’t get why all the boys seem to be fawning over her. She was pretty sure but usually Potter doesn’t even care to look presentable during school. Unlike me, in which I make sure that I look nothing less than 110%. So when Cedric took his eyes off his horrendous ex, I couldn’t contain my excitement.
“Hey... um... “, why was he being so awkward? Was he going to apologize for ignoring me or maybe even better ask me to be his new girlfriend, I know I would be much better at it than Potter.
Oh! I can already see our future together the wedding, the house and even our-
“I’m going to turn in Cho, I’m pretty tired. Thanks for being such a good friend —“. I couldn’t process anything my dear Cedric said after that.
He wasn’t going to ask me out?! But why?!?! I am literally the most perfect girl for him! It MUST be because he was still under that chit Potter lover spell. Oh my poor Cedric! Don’t worry darling, I will be there when you finally realize that I am truly the one for you. I looked up to see Cedric had an expected face, he was waiting for my response.
“ Don’t worry Cedric you just go back to your dorm and get some rest. Merlin knows you deserve it.” I said with a forced smile on my face. I watched him with concentrated eyes as he walked back to his dorm. Blasted Potter was still on Krum’s arm acting so innocent, if she’s innocent then Snape actually loves Gryffindor.
Draco’s POV:
Blasted Krum, how dare he just show up to my school and think he can have anybody he wants. Potter should be on my arm showing her how much better than Diggory I was. But instead she’s on the arm of that brute. She looked absolutely gorgeous and had a lot of the male population’s eyes on her through out the ball, it just made me want to scream and hex said male population for daring to look at her. I wanted to ask her to the ball since I knew Diggory had asked Cho but word got around that Potter had a mystery date and rejecting any and all invites. It had made me burn with rage that I had originally plotted to hex whoever her date was when they finally showed their stupid face. Seeing as her date turned out to be Krum threw my plan out the bloody window. Damned Krum, my father will hear about this.
THE YULE BALL
[one shot - marauders era! Remus lupin x fem oc]
[December 25th, 1975]
the pair had made a deal when he asked her to be his date to the ball, they had to match colors.
so for her dress color, she chose black, as per their friends' recommendations, knowing the color would suit them both well.
Remus hadn’t yet seen the dress she bought but Lily and Sirius had since they went dress shopping with her and gushed about how pretty she had looked when they arrived back in the common room.
Remus wasn’t always the impatient type until now, that is. He’d wanted to see this dress so badly, even going as far as to sneak into her room to look through the trunk that held her clothes to find it.
Rogue knew he’d do that, so she moved it to Sirius’s trunk where she knew Remus wouldn't think to look.
As time grew closer to 8 pm, Remus started to sweat nervously, worrying about every little thing,
If he would step on her toes during the dance,
Or if he smelt horrid, despite just having a shower.
[headcanon: Remus is a nervous sweater & is always afraid he smells bad]
James, Sirius, and Peter all rushed Remus to the ballroom to see their dates in their beautiful ball gowns, pushing past the clusters of people in the corridors, eagerly chatting about the dance like a couple of schoolgirls.
Remus’s heart was racing as they opened the large double doors, a large group of students were already there, enjoying the school-provided snacks and punch.
James separated from the group to find his dear Lily, leaving Sirius, Remus, and Peter all standing there near the punch table, trying to find their dates.
Peter spotted his date from across the room, nudging the two men on either side of him with a smirk, Remus sighed to himself, hoping Rogue wouldn’t stand him up. Sirius noticed Remus’s worry-ridden face and put his arm over his shoulders, “she’ll be here, trust me.” Remus nodded, hoping Sirius was correct.
8:05 pm rolled around, and still no sign of Rogue or Sirius’s date.
the boys were standing in the corner slowly sipping the sugary juice from their plastic cups when Sirius grabbed Remus’s face, squeezing his cheeks together as he forced him to look up.
walking down the icy stairs was his date.
Remus immediately tossed his full cup into the trash as Sirius released his face, they were unable to take their eyes off of her.
“I told you she’d look amazing in the dress,” Sirius told Remus with a wink as he nudged his side.
Remus seemed at a loss for words as he approached the stairs, waiting for Rogue to arrive at the bottom to escort her to the floor.
she looked at Remus with a bashful blush on her face as she met him at the last step, the loud conversations of the other students behind them started to drown out as he started to think of ways to compliment her.
“Y-You look…” Remus stuttered to find the right words, Rogue looked up at him as they stopped in the middle of the floor.
“Good, I hope” she mumbled, using her free hand that wasn't holding Remus’s to scratch the back of her neck.
“N-No!” Remus rushed, Rogue looked up at him wide-eyed, and he realized what he said
“Wait, Wa-Wait! Yes, you look good - no- you look great, remarkable, even!” he stuttered nervously.
Rogue covered her mouth to conceal her giggle,
“Remy, it's okay”
Remus sighed, “I'm sorry, I-I’m just incredibly nervous. But you look breathtaking” he complimented as he looked at the bodice of her dress, it was decorated in what seemed to be hand-sewn black beads and dark-colored jewels on top of the delicate tulle layer that matched the skirt.
A low melody started to play from the enchanted instruments in the front,
“Ask her to dance, moony!” Sirius whispered in his ear as he whisked away his beautiful date to the floor.
“May I have this dance, Miss Grimm?”
https://shoplook.io/outfit-preview/8224742
if i went to hogwarts you best bet i’d request they play “i knew you were trouble” by taylor swift at the yule ball. i mean can you imagine? all the muggleborns at hogwarts gathering in the middle and just NOW I’M LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND and a chorus of screams and shouts and the pure bloods are s o c o n f u s e d
The proper way to end a date
Harry and Neville are in similar positions, their both in gryffindor, both born in july, both 14, and both horrible at potions.
Another thing they have in common is unrealistic expectations. Nevilles’ gran wants him to marry a smart Pureblood girl and carry on the line of the noble and most ancient house of Longbottom.
everyone expects harry to be perfect and just like his parents, who he hasn't seen in 13 years. Hes supposed to be strong, and smart and fearless and in love with a red head just like James Potter, they expect him to win the triwizard tournament but they also hate him for entering himself, and on top of that Its like everyone expects him to marry Ginny Weasley.
The problem with both these scenarios is that Neville and Harry like each other.
For the yule ball Harry and Neville don’t take each other, instead take female dates. Harry just before the last minute asks Pamad Patil a ravenclaw, to be his date; Ron finds out harry has a date and realises that he also needs a date and rudely but successfully asks Pavari, Padmas’ identical twin. Neville asks Ginny, and is shes more than happy to go as third years don’t have their own invitations to the ball.
Neville dances with Ginny and Harry sits with mopping with Ron. throughout the dance Ginny keeps maneuvering Neville around to be able to keep her eyes on harry, eventually Neville gets tired of it and he drops Ginnys’ arms, saying,”if you want to dance with someone else so bad, than just do it”. She huffs grumpy over being caught, as she starts to walk over to where harry and her brother were sitting, Neville walks in the opposite direction.
Harry and Ron are having just as much luck with their dates as Neville is after Ron in a fit of jealously told the twins that he’d much rather be with someone else than sitting at a table with them. After that the twins went and joined the crowed. He and Ron sit quietly, harry watching as his date is whisked off into dancing with someone else.
Hermione joins the boys looking flustered, “Viktors just gone to get us some drinks”, Ron throws a fit hearing Hermione call “the enemy” by his first name. She storms off to meet Viktor halfway. “Shes mental” Ron says miffed, with the face of a man who knows hes lost the argument. Harry sighs and gets up, walking towards the doors.
When Ginny locates her brother and her future boyfriend, they are already walking off. She sighs and turns back to Neville but when she looks over her shoulder she can't find him. She looks among the crowd and finds him, a couple moves out of her way and she sees loony Lovegood taking his hand as she guides her to dance. She huffs again and walks towards the doors ready to go to sleep.
Neville spends the last few hours of the ball swaying softly to the music with Luna's head on his shoulder as they talk.
Later he walks up to the dorms quietly and everyone is already in their beds, with the curtains closed giving the illusion of sleeping teens. Neville knows better, he walks over to Harry's bed and whispers the password to his locked curtains, harry is in his bed sketching flowers out of his herbology textbook for homework due the next day. Neville turns towards his own bed and throws whats in his hands before turning back and offering Harry his hand.
Harry puts his books and pencil down before shuffling out of his blankets and taking Nevilles hand. They walk out into the open space and dance to the sound of the fire cracking and snow falling outside the tower window.
can we all just agree that draco malfoy at the yule ball
mirrorball // [g.w.]
sequel to tolerate it
warnings: angst, fem!reader
summary: It’s been 2 weeks since George told you he has a date to the yule ball. As of now, it’s the night before and you are reflecting on your feelings for him and wondering if you can continue as his best friend.
word count: 1.5k
A/N: So, here it is! I am hoping to get this posted as soon as possible for those of you who wanted to see a part 2 to tolerate it. I had a really difficult time deciding on how I wanted to end this, and I really hope it pleases you guys (not sure I’m happy with the ending, but that is to be expected). Sorry in advance for any errors, as this is a one-woman show and I sometimes miss my own mistakes. :) Special thanks to @ajusquishy for being the first to ask about this addition to tolerate it!
*****
I want you to know I'm a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself tonight
The past 2 weeks had been the most difficult time of your life. George had been following Alicia around like a lost puppy, and even Fred was getting sick of it. Oddly enough, it seemed like George couldn’t get through one interaction with you without mentioning the girl’s name.
“Oh Y/N, we decided to match my tie to her dress!”
“Did you know she said I am the cutest quidditch player she has ever met?”
“I’m thinking about asking mum to knit her a sweater this Christmas!”
At first you could handle it. As his best friend of nearly 6 years, it was your job to handle it. Why didn’t that make any of this easier?
There wasn’t a change in George that you had neglected to notice. Hell, your heart dropped when he showed up with a new bruise after quidditch practice. You were the one who had told him to grow his hair out (and damn, was that a good piece of advice). George had even been with you when he chose his first pair of dress robes for merlin’s sake!
Molly Weasley saw you as her stand-in while the boys and Ginny were at Hogwarts. Of course, she didn’t know that George and Fred had grown in their pranking abilities thanks to your sugar-sweet exterior, but that didn’t change the role you played in the Weasley children’s life. You were the responsible friend who also just happened to lead a double life when it came to the twins. It was thanks to you that they had received only 3 detentions this quarter, and it was their fault that you now had an affinity for “accidentally” leaving dung bombs in the outer pockets of Cormac McLaggen’s bag.
“Hey, Y/N... I haven’t seen you around much. You aren’t avoiding me, are ya?” George’s baritone voice broke you out of your thoughts. He settled his arms on the top of your head, and sighed deeply, letting his head drop. “Fred and I need your help figuring out what the best escape route from the dungeons is.”
“Go ask Lee, he can do some math too.” Yes, you were being harsh, but George’s presence was enough to shatter any semblance of self control you still had left. “Now, if you excuse me, I have a study date with some ancient runes and Hermione.”
As you stalked out of the common room, George couldn’t bear to bring up how he hadn’t been able to come up with any solid pranks in exactly 14 days.
*****
You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes Spinning in my highest heels, love Shining just for you
Tonight was the night; your hair was curled to perfection, and the gown your mother had sent you was the color of holly. The heels you had strapped on were a matte black dusted with the occasional piece of red glitter. Despite the fact that George was not your date, you couldn’t help my let your thoughts drift to him as you got ready. Would he think you looked pretty? Would he think you looked as good as her?
Lee tapped you on the shoulder, and you steadied yourself before letting him gently grab your hand. “Don’t let that prat get you down. You look like a goddess, Y/N. Now, let’s go show Georgie what he is missing.”
Lee was a great friend for doing this for you; he knew about your feelings (Fred apparently can’t keep his mouth shut), and immediately became set on helping you get back on your feet. He had become your greatest cheerleader as of late, and claimed that George doesn’t know it, but he definitely has feelings for you.
As you both walked into the great hall, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp. There were snowflakes and all types of seasonal decor strung up across the room, and it was almost like the room had transformed into a winter dreamscape. Fred and George had beat you there, already sipping punch with Angelina and Alicia.
“You boys clean up nice.” The twins and Lee let out a chorus of ‘hey’s, clearly displeased with your mockery of their appearances.
“Oi, I was betting 5 galleons that Fred would show up in his trainers...” George’s voice was surprisingly meek, almost as if he was looking for your approval with his jabs towards his brother.
The boys immediately began discussing their plan to spike the punch bowl with firewhiskey, and Angelina and Alicia launched into a conversation about where they had purchased their gowns. You felt more than out of place at this point, and decided to relocate after notifying Lee that you’d be fine on your own for a bit. Almost immediately after, Angelina went to distract McGonagall while Fred and Lee snuck under the table of refreshments.
You went to talk with Hermione and the younger trio, and were drawn into a lesson in muggle dancing.
“No, Ron, that is not how you hit the woah.” (I’m sorry I felt so inclined to include this cuz the image makes me chuckle lol).
“Well, ‘Mione, why don’t you and Y/N show us how this is done then?” Harry and Ron crossed their arms, and Hermione slipped her arm around your shoulders.
“C’mon, Y/N. You look like you could use something fun.” She dragged you onto the dance floor, and you both began dramatically spinning each other to the sound of your wheezing laughter.
If only you had noticed a certain red-headed prankster gazing at you like you had hung the stars in the sky...
*****
You are not like the regulars The masquerade revelers Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten
Fred and Angelina had taken to the floor as soon as the waltzing began. After watching them twirl to the crescendos of the music, you finally decided enough was enough. All it too was a look at Lee, and he understood what you needed to do. You slipped out of the doors to the great hall, and found yourself wandering amongst the carriages powdered with snow, occasionally stopping to draw shapes into the piles of flakes.
Following five-ish minutes of mucking about, you finally decided to sit on the steps that bridged the courtyard and the hallways. Snowflakes continued floating, but you quickly realized the droplets of water on your face were from small tears and not the weather. Sniffles escaped your nose, and you crossed your arms in a poor attempt to keep warm despite your lack of sleeves.
Out of nowhere, you felt heavy cloth drop onto your bare shoulders.
“Be careful, love. Ya look like you’re halfway to becoming an ice lolly.” George shuffled his long, lanky body onto the steps. You looked at him through your lashes, and he seemed almost squeamish.
“Don’t you have Alicia waiting for you inside? I’m sure she wouldn’t be thrilled to see you out here.”
“Bloody hell, Y/N, I think we have been pretty dense.” Confusion evident on your features, George let his larger hand cover yours. “I didn’t want to ask Alicia. I wanted to ask you.”
“What do you mean? You’ve been talking my ear off about how much you like her for weeks now...”
“I was trying to make you jealous.” Silence overtook the interaction.
“So you’re saying that we both have been blind to our feelings?”
George let out a small chuckle, and pulled his hand away. To be quite honest, you felt like maybe you had been ignoring the signs: the subtle stares, the extended physical contact, the willingness to be there whenever and wherever you asked him to.
“I think we may want to start over and forget the last few weeks.”
“I think I would quite like that.” You stood up, and brushed the snow off your skirt before extending your hand towards George. “Well, George, the yule ball is in... now... would you like to be my date?”
“I would enjoy that a bunch, Y/N.” He took your hand, and pulled you into his chest. “May have a dance to start off the evening?”
“...There isn’t any music.” You chuckled, but George simply grinned at you before beginning to hum.
“Problem solved. So, may I have this dance?”
“You may.” You dropped your head into the nook of his shoulder, and George began to sway and spin you, leaving 2 pairs of footprints in the snow beneath your feet.
From just beyond your view, Fred, Lee, Angelina, and Alicia let out somewhat of a “oomph” and high-fived each other before turning to go back inside.
Shining just for you.
tolerate it //[g.w.]
Summary: George has always been pretty much in the dark about how you feel about him, yet that hasn’t changed your affections for the ginger-haired boy.
Warnings: Angst, possibly slow burn idk
A/N: Hiya! My blog was pretty dead and I’ve just been reading other’s works on it, but I recently have been pretty torn about starting to write again. I figured that now is as good a time as any, and I hope that anybody who decides to read this enjoys it at least a little. I decided to just write and see where it takes me, so this is probably more of a drabble than anything else. This has not been beta read, and any feedback is appreciated!
Word Count: 884
I sit and watch you reading with your head low I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed
George had all but stumbled into the gryffindor common room after perhaps one of the most rigorous quidditch practices as of late. The tension practically dripped off his skin as he rolled his shoulders back and let out a deep groan.
“Hey Georgie, your face looks almost as red as your hair. Did you have to outrun Filch on the way back or something?” He mockingly laughed at your sarcasm and dropped down onto the couch next to you.
“Nah, we all know Filch can’t run nearly fast enough to tire me out. It’s just Oliver has been a bloody prat since the house cup is coming up...” George wiped his hand across his forehead, gathering the beads of sweat making their way across his hairline.
You giggled, and settled into a comfortable silence as you continued to study. George’s head hung down as he settled into the couch, seemingly lulled into a sleepy state by the intermittent turning of pages. Deciding to sneak a glance at the redhead, you looked up and were greeted by the sight of George’s head bobbing up and down, his eyes fighting to stay open.
“Why don’t you go get cleaned up, and I’ll go sneak us some biscuits from the kitchen. You look too tired to go all the way to the great hall anyways.” George nodded, and heaved himself off of the plush cushions.
“Remind me to have mom send you some cinnamon twists, you deserve them for taking care of me so well.” You giggled, and the two of you parted ways. You nearly sprinted to the kitchen, hoping that you could use up some energy and force your heart to calm down now that George was gone.
*****
I wait by the door like I'm just a kid Use my best colors for your portrait
“Awww, what’cha drawing, Y/N?” Fred made a grab for the sketchbook nestled in your lap, clearly egged on by the laughter of his twin brother and Lee.
“Fred. Give it back.” The way your voice rose shocked the three boys to their cores; In all the time they had known you, you never raised your voice at them. It didn’t matter if you were being used as a means of making a joke, you usually simply giggled and brushed it off.
Fred turned away from you, and immediately realized why you wanted to keep the book out of his hands. On the open page, you had drawn his younger brother in astonishing detail. Every line was light, yet strategically placed as if you had spent hours painstakingly sketching the boy out. Fred decided it was a better choice to close the book and pass it back to your flushed figure.
“Sorry about that, Y/N. It was only a joke.” Fred stammered, and immediately staggered to place his hands on George and Lee’s broad shoulders. “Why don’t you boys go grab some skiving snackboxes from the dorm, and I’ll give Y/N here a nice shoulder rub for causing her so much grief.”
George and Lee simply chuckled and walked away, the swish of their robes breaking the awkward silence forming between Fred and you.
“You can’t tell George.”
“How long, Y/N?” He dropped next to you on the grass, placing his large hand on your knee as a sign of comfort.
“Look... It’s just a small crush, I’ve had it since 5th year. It’ll probably be gone by the summer. Just please, don’t bring it up.” You dropped your gaze and focused on pulling strands of grass from the area around your ankles. The ferocity with which you tugged on the green blades suggested all Fred needed to know, and he dropped the subject, deciding to focus on moving to knead your tense shoulders instead.
*****
I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life
“Y/N, you won’t believe who I just asked to the yule ball!” George practically pounced on you from behind, ripping your focus from the potions essay you were currently writing.
Your heart immediately dropped, but you forced a smile on your face. “Who’s the lucky bird, Georgie?”
“Alicia! I mean, we are just going as mates, but who knows what this could lead to... Maybe I won’t end this year without a gal to send some letters to this summer, if you catch my drift.”
You could always send me letters...
“Well, that’s great for you George! I bet you will make a great couple, even if it is just for the dance for now.” You slammed your notebook shut, and began to gather your things. “Hopefully you both have fun at the ball.”
George noticed your lack of enthusiasm for his small victory, but brushed it off as jealousy seeing as you had no date for the ball yet.
“Hey, Y/N, you know I could always set you up with Lee or one of the lads, right? It’s what best friends do, after all!” The ginger’s voice carried through the common room, but what he couldn’t see was the fat droplets of tears rolling down your cheeks.
Best friends...
Hello my loves, how y'all doing? At this point, I physically can't stop. I love them.
p.s. I know they look a bit older and don't really fit for the Yule ball as I originally planned, but I'm really not good at drawing teens. It might be any other event in the future. A wedding, perhaps? *giggling uncontrollably* Maybe I just overthink as usual. Idk, imagine whatever you wish.
Absolutely shitty gif below enjoy
tw: flashing lights
𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 ➣ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐
𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: ► 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 @darch7995
𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: ► 𝐿𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝐹𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 - 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 ► 𝑇𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑡 - 𝐸𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 (𝑇𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛)
Hermione and Ron fighting are the times when Harry felt like a child of divorce(and the few times he's felt like he had parents)
The Yule ball
Imagine at the Yule ball 2015 some muggleborn puts on WATCH ME (now watch me whip) and all the purebloods just stand there like what the f***??! And then all the muggleborns just take over the dance floor and just (perfectly synchronised) dances and sing along. And all purebloods and teachers just stand there totally confused, because seriously WHAT ARE THEY DOING?
A Flower, Neville Longbottom x Fem. Reader
Maybe this time he'll get it right.
A/N: Another bot turned story (｡-∀-)♪ https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/ie2tqwfj @jasperpasta
Enjoy!
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The Yule ball had been announced not long ago, but it drew closer with every passing day. Everyone was buzzing with excitement, buying formal wear and asking people to be their dates. The hot topic for everyone fourth year through seventh was dates. Who was taking who, who was asking who, ect. It wasn't until after Professor McGonagall's dance lessons did it occure to him that he too needed a date. And fast. Everyone, especially his year mates, were already betting he'd go alone. The first (and only person really) that came to mind was you. He'd been crushing on you for ages now.
But, he'd never had the courage to make a move. He tried a few times before, though it never came off quiet the right. He wasn't the best when it came to any romantic area. With the way you reacted before, he had seriously doubted himself. He had narrowed it down to you either trying to reject him gently or him just being plain too dull. And neither were necessarily the case, still his mind told him otherwise. He promised himself that this would be the time he finally got it right. So after planning and talking himself into it fully, he did just that. His first decision was to make it into a more romantic gesture.
How he was going to manage that he didn't know. In result, he went to Hermione: the only girl he thought to talk to about this. Anxiously, he tracked. Which wasn't a hard feat, seeing as she was in the library like usual. "Hey uhm, Hermione?" He fumbled as he tripped over the chair next to her, attempting to pull it out and sit in it. "Yes Neville?"
"I was wonder if you could help me with something"
"What is it?" He pauses, his tongue slipping between his lips to wet them before he responded. "Well, uhm. I wanted to ask Y/N to be my date to the ball. But I'm not sure how, I want it to be romantic and make it clear it's not in a 'let's go as friends' sort of way, y'know?" Hermione smiled, finally tearing her gaze away from the book she was reading to the boy beside her.
"Oh Neville, that's nice! What did you have in mind"
"See that's the problem, nothing. I was hoping you could help me with the whole romantic bit"
"I see. Well, there's a few ways you could go about it"
"Like what?"
"Would could always just do something simple. Like propose with a flower. A poster, if you want to be grand about it" He thought hard about Hermione's suggestions. The idea of making a poster sounded nice, but he didn't trust his artistic skill for that. A flower sounded perfect though. And it gave him an excuse to go back to the greenhouses. So, he nods. "A flower sounds perfect" With that being said, he bid his friend good by and headed off to the greenhouses. After walking around them all and searching thoroughly, he realized that none of the flowers he found were suitable. They were all either ugly, smelt horrible or were just plain dangerous.
That put him in a difficult position. His next course of action was to go search the grounds until he found one. After several hours of doing so, he managed to find one of those big daisies. It wasn't a rose, but it would have to do. And it was the thought that counts, right? Only things left to do now was give you the flower and ask you out. That was going to be the hardest part, easily. Hours of reaching and wandering later, he managed to find a few of those large wild daisies. He picked out the prettiest one out of the small bunch. Now he just had to ask you out. He felt his stomach drop at the thought. What if you said no? Or what if he messed up and made a fool of himself? A million anxieties washed over him during his walk back to the castle.
When he got back inside he caught you out of the corner of his eye walking down a corridor. He froze. Should he do it now, or should he wait? Maybe he just shouldn't at all. He took a deep breath. He was gonna do it now. If he waited any longer that gave somebody else the chance to ask you to be their date. He did a little jog down the corridor in attempt to catch up with you. "Hey Y/N wait up a moment please!" He called out, stuttering a bit as he did. You stopped walking once you heard Neville's voice. With a smile you turned around to face him. He sighed inwardly, now able to catch up with you a lot easier. The flower was now hidden behind his back, making him look ever more awkward than usual.
"What's up Neville?"
"I was just uhm.." He trailed off momentarily, licking his lips while as his cheeks grew burning hot. His grip on the flower shifted slightly. With a small breath, he managed to hold out the flower to you. He barely managed to lift his gaze from the floor to look at you as he spoke. "I was wondering if you'd be my date to the ball..?" You felt your chest grow impossibly tight and ache. A blush quickly formed across your cheeks that matched his. Excitement erreupted through your veins like a volcano. "Yes!" You exclaimed joyfully, much to his surprise.
"Really?"
"Yes, absolutely! I would love to!" He let out a meek flustered noise as you suddenly jumped up and hugged him, causing him to stumble back a bit. Though, he's not very slow to return your hug with a growing smile. "I'm so glad" His voice came out trembling due to how flustered he was. Nonetheless, he was a very happy camper. After a few long close moments, he gently set you down and took a tiny step back. He fumbles his words a few times trying to say something. Ultimately, he gives up and just holds the flower back out for you with a small 'Here'. "Thank you" His gaze his back on the floor now, and he's rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly with a soft nod.
"You're welcome.."
Thieving Eyes, Draco Malfoy x Fem. Reader
The Yule Ball has rolled around and Draco wants you to be his date!
A/N: I feel like a little fluff is needed after my last post, so here it is.
Enjoy!
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He couldn't help the way you stood out. Or how he could pin point your voice in a loud room. Or the way your eyes met across the room. In passing, in the halls and during meals. There had to be something wrong with him. Maybe you were one with the problem. You weren't even his type, right? He couldn't tell anymore. He'd never even paid you any particular mind until the ball got announced to the student body. Instantly his eyes went to you. Apparently you thought the same way, because when he looked up, your eyes locked. For a split second, it was like everything else just faded out. And all there was left was you. In all your beautiful glory. He was so entranced that he hadn't hear the bell ring, or register the fact that you were packing up your things. It only clicked when you got up and walked out of the classroom. Quickly, he sprung to his feet and scrambled to shove all of his own things into his bag.
He darted out of the classroom and snapped his head to either side, trying to make you out in the flood of students in the corridor. Luckily, you weren't too far away. He spotted you walking with two of your fellow housemates: Pansy and Daphne. He shoves his way through the sea of students, paying no mind to be polite or avoid any non-rough physical contact. It didn't take long for him to catch up the group of girls. He silently began to walk along side Pansy. who was on your left. The topic of the conversation you three, now four, was the ball. "So Y/N," Pansy starts with a somewhat condescending smile "Have you gotten a date?" A sigh of resignation left you as you shook your head. "Not yet, unfortunately. I'm hoping to get asked soon. What about you?" You return the question, shooting Pansy a curious glance. She falters momentarily, not having expected you to quip that back at her.
Though, she recovers quickly with a proud smirk. "No," She gives Draco a smug glance "Though, I'm sure a certain somebody is just wait for the right time. Sentimentals and such" A sneer of disgust falls over Draco's features and he rolls his eyes. "Charmed, Parkinson" He drawls in a sardonic tone. You, on the other hand, hadn't seen his expression and read the interaction between the two completely wrong. A tepid smile formed on your lips and you gave Pansy a nod. A few seconds later, Daphne pipes up about her date with Goyle, and seemed rather happy about it. The conversation continued between the two girls with an occasional remark from Draco. You, however, remained silent. Person by person, you all split up to go to your different classes.
Which, ended up with you by yourself. Or so you thought. Draco then spoke up when it was just the two of you left. "Oi Y/L/N, hold on a minute" He says just as you're about to enter your class. You stop and turn your head to look at him, mild surprise on your features. "Uhm- What's up Malfoy?" You question back as you turned your whole body to face him as well. He hesitates and you quirk an eyebrow at him. A huff of frustration left him and he sneered lightly at himself. "Look, just- Just meet me in the common room after dinner alright?" He snaps before storming off. That left you more confused, but you just brush it off and head into class.
The next couple of classes after that, you had all with Draco. In each and every one you kept catching him looking at you. Staring or shooting a quick glance your way. And every time your eyes met his, he'd let out a bothered scoff and instantly look away. Like you'd done something wrong. Which was odd, but you decided against saying anything to him. Then again during dinner. Except he seemed more irritable now. Giving anyone, especially if it were a guy, the coldest death glare you'd ever seen if they spoke to you. Finally, dinner was over, and now dessert was being served. Though, instead of staying for it like you usually did, you got up and left. The way Draco had been looking at your housemates somewhat irked you the wrong way. And he did say to meet him after dinner. Maybe you were taking that bit a little too literally.
Of course, Draco noticed the second you got up. After a few moments, he followed. You were completely unaware of this fact and ended up going to your dorm room to change out of you school robes into something more comfortable. So, it's a bit if a surprise for you when you come back down to the lounge area to see him sitting there waiting for you. The moment you come into his field of vision he sprung to his feet. And very awkwardly cleared his throat. "You wanted to talk to me Malfoy?" As you speak his eyes flicker around the room to double check the two of you were alone. And you were. He gives a small yet firm nod. "Yeah. I did. I wanted to ask you something." Your eyebrows raise slightly. "Oh? Okay, by all means. Shoot" He hesitates, the same way he did in the afternoon. He balls up his fists and puffs out a breath in frustration. This really shouldn't be all that hard for him. But it is. It really is.
After a deep breath, he manages to pull himself together enough to speak. "Will you be my date to the ball, Y/N?" That wasn't at all what you were expecting. Was he serious? Your eyes widen enough to practically pop out of socket. You choke on any words that threaten yo leave your throat. Heat had very quickly and very prominently rose to your cheeks. Bright red like a ripe tomato. "I-I.. Are you serious?" He didn't like that response. Not by a long shot. A look of offense and anger contorted his features and yet another scoff came from his parted lips. "What? Yes I'm bloody serious! What kind of twat do you take me for?" That wasn't a very good reaction. Panic set in and you threw your hands up in surrender. "No no! That's not what I meant! I was just- Surprised! Is all, but yes! Yes I'll be your date, I'd love.. to be your date"
He rolls he eyes and mutters out what sounded like a 'good'. You both stand there a bit awkwardly for a while before he speaks up again. "The night of the ball, meet me at the bottom of the staircase to the dorms. Got it?" You nod, but as you do, he's already storming off. The last bits if disbelief finally wear off and a huge grin spread across your lips. Draco Malfoy, the boy to get, just asked you to be your date! You squeal happily and jump up and down a few times. This was incredible!
The night of the ball arrived faster than anticipated. To say your nerves were fried would be a vast understatement. You'd gotten the most gorgeous dress from one of the shops in Hogesmead that you could find. Though now, standing in front of the mirror with it on felt insulting. What if Draco didn't like it? Or if the color was ugly to everyone else? A million anxieties ran through your mind all at once. Still, it was too late back out now. With a deep breath and a slightly heavy heart, you left your dorm room. Your walk to the main area of the common room was that of a deserted one. There wasn't a single other person around. Probably because they were all the ball already. When you reach the stop of the staircase, Draco's there standing at the bottom of it. Looking rather impatient, actually. That was until he saw you at the top of the stairs. All of that irritation instantly faded.
His grey eyes widen and his jaw slightly slack. A small smile formed on your face. You took your time going down the staircase. Half from fear of how stable your heels were, half wanting to give him a little show. That same awe-struck look remained on his face, his eyes not leaving you once as you came down. "So, how do I look?" You broke the silence as he took your hand to held you down the last few steps. It took him a few seconds to register what you said. He awkwardly cleared his throat, pulling his hand from yours. "Beautiful. Stunning, really" You nod, your smile only growing. "You too. I mean- Handsome. Yeah. Sorry" He scoffs softly, shaking his head with a little smirk. "Right. Let's go now, yeah? Before we're late"
"Oh! Right, yeah" And with that he held out his arm for you to link with your own. Which, you did. The walk to the Great Hall was mostly silent. Just like in class a few days ago, he kept stealing glances at you. Though his eyes weren't sharp. They were softer than last time. As if he were admiring you. And he was. When you two arrived at the hall, it was packed. It was unbelievably beautiful. You look at Draco with a wide smile and squeeze his arm excitedly. Meanwhile, he's trying to act unimpressed. Per usual. After the competitors have their special dance everyone started to join in. You and Draco included. He gives you a teasing eyebrow raise as he lifts you up and spins you. He was a good dancer. You? You weren't bad, but he definitely had a lot pratice. The waltz was fun, and romantic almost. The way he looked at you was the best part.
With a wide smile and adoring eyes. As adoring as they got when it came to him, anyway. When the first dance was said and done, the music was then taken over by a band. A happy squeal left you as the more energetic music started and you take Draco's hand while you dance. This initially shocked him, but it wore off as quickly as it came. He started to dance with you and a few of your friends and/or housemates. The two of you were inseparable for most of the night. There was a few exceptions of course, like then Pansy dragged you off to the lavatory with her, or when he went off to prank some kids from other houses with Crabbe and Goyle. Though, eventually the night have to come to an end. Come the last song of the ball, there was hardly any kids left in the Great Hall. The final song was a slow one. And of course, you'd dragged Draco back out to the floor for it.
He complained that he was tired, but put up no real fight other than that. His hands went to your hips, and your arms encircle his neck. A slow dance for a slow song. The two of you gently sway together, just staring at each other. "Hi." You say in a softer voice with a smile, a hint of a giggle escaping your throat. He quirked an eyebrow, "Hi?" He repeats in a mocking tone. "Yeah. Hi" You grin. He rolls his eyes at you. You two make some small talk about nothing in particular throughout the song. Until it ends, and the two of you stop. When you go to pull away, he doesn't let go. You furrow your brows at him, to which he responds: "Happy Christmas, Y/N."
And with that, he kissed you.