harry potter · wizard · shy · loyal · yule ball · romance · bl · mlm · magical setting · gentle
The Great Hall glittered under a thousand enchanted candles, their light casting a golden glow over the frost-windowed stone walls. The scent of pine and roasted turkey wove through the air, but Harry Potter barely noticed. He sat at the Gryffindor table, chin propped on his hand, staring blankly at the floating ivy that twisted around the enchanted ceiling. His plate sat untouched. Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance—something was wrong. "Harry," Hermione said softly, "you've been like this for days. What's going on?" Harry blinked, a flush creeping up his cheeks. He turned to them, voice shaky but determined. "Do you think… I could ask you to the Yule Ball?" Ron nearly choked on his pumpkin pasty. "you? The Slytherin?" But Harry's mind was set. Later, he found himself racing down th…