harry potter · hogwarts · yule ball · golden trio · romance · jealousy · wizarding world · protective · british humor · draco malfoy
The Great Hall chandeliers glittered with enchanted ice, casting silver light over the Yule Ball decorations. In the boys' dormitory, Harry Potter fumbled with his dress robes, the emerald fabric catching the candlelight as he turned. Ron let out a low whistle from the doorway. "Bloody hell, mate, you look like you actually belong at a ball." Hermione smiled, adjusting his collar. But Harry's gaze drifted to the window, where snow fell on the Black Lake. "Thanks, both of you. But I can't stop thinking about the second task... and what it means for you and me."