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imaginesappho · 8 days

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She Is a Mess, but She Is a Masterpiece

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Summary: As if crushing on a Muggleborn wasn’t enough to slander your family name, having a crush on a female Muggleborn was infinitely worse. You’d tried so hard to squash the feelings down for the sake of your family, but when you see her crying on what was supposed to be her perfect night, you realized you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was her.

Note: I wrote this while horrendously sleep-deprived. Enjoy my gay delirium.

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Growing up, you were taught that balls and formal events were a thing for only the most prestigious families. You couldn’t count how many you’d been forced to attend—how many hands you’d had to shake, how many fake smiles you’d pretended were real, how many listless tales you’d had to endure to help make a good impression.

You’d never liked them. The women were always so conceited and the men pompous, all having been born with a silver spoon in their mouth and contempt in their hearts. Not to mention the horrid gowns your mother would force you to wear or the company your father would threaten you to keep.

You were their perfect little porcelain doll. They played with you while they had company and then they shoved you back into the closet until the next time.

If only they knew…

The Yule Ball proved to be just as boring as you’d imagined. None of those ballroom lessons seemed to have stuck with your peers as they’d bumbled their way through the horrid music. Watching the champions take the first dance had been more exciting than your date. Some older Durmstrang boy named Stoyan—he was about as interesting as grinding up lacewing flies.

You were finally rid of him after he grew annoyed at your lack of engagement. He’d thrown a small fit about how you were lucky for him to have asked you and how it was only a pity date—you were quick to cast him aside and wish luck to the next girl who fell victim.

The long walk back to your dorm had never seemed so tempting. You itched to strip the dress from your body and replace it with your lounge pants, curl up next to the fire, and lose yourself in another world written in ink. No more socializing for the night.

Unfortunately your plan was thwarted the moment you rounded the corner for the staircase. Sat at the bottom was a Gryffindor you had come to know all too well. Her hair fell from its sleek updo like the tears tracking down her face. Thank Merlin for magic—her makeup surely would have been ruined otherwise.

You hesitated for a moment before approaching her.

“Those tears are wasted, you know.”

Hermione sniffed in surprise and lifted her head. She roughly wiped at her face as though to hide the evidence. Your name slipped from her lips with a suspicious lack of apprehension.

“What do you want?” Her voice, low in exhaustion, cracked. She’d had quite the night from the looks of it.

You followed up with, “Boys aren’t worth crying over. Especially not the bellends around here.”

Her glassy gaze lowered back down to her hands. She mumbled something. You assumed it was a request for you to leave her be. She probably expected the usual malice from the generational rivalry. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t find it in your heart to live up to the stereotype.

“Look, Granger, whoever made you cry is not worth your tears.” And you wanted to find who did it. “Not to mention the depressing image you’ve painted of yourself,” you added.

Whoever caused those tears deserved what would come to him if she ever found out who it was. It was a pity for such a fair face to be streaked with despair. But even rimmed in red, those charming eyes captivated you.

Your parents would disown you…

You stuck your hand out. “Come with me.”

Hermione glanced from your proffered hand and up to your face. That apprehension crept onto her features as you’d expected. It usually wasn’t wise for a Gryffindor to go with a Slytherin of different blood.

You rolled your eyes before letting your mouth curve into a small smile—your first genuine one of the evening. “I don’t bite, Granger,” you said. “Unless you want me to, that is.”

It took the young witch a few minutes to trust you had no ill will towards her. The walk down to the kitchens was mostly silent save for the occasional couple enjoying each other’s company after the ball. Your finger tickled the pear on the painting, allowing you to slip inside once the entrance revealed itself.

She rubbed at her eyes again. “Why did you bring me here?”

In lieu of answering, you called for a house elf with whom you had come to adore greatly. Mila eagerly conjured up the hot cocoa and cookies you’d requested.

You nudged her mug and the plate towards her. “Eat,” you encouraged. “You’ll feel better.”

Hermione finally cracked a small smile at your words, like they’d stirred up a fond memory. She slowly took a sip of the drink, noticeably careful not to let the marshmallow stick to her upper lip.

You watched as the warmth started to take its effect.

“Mila makes the best cocoa here,” you commented lightly. “It’ll lift anyone’s spirits.”

She hummed and gingerly grabbed a cookie. Instead of eating it, though, she played with it between her fingers a second. Her eyes sought yours curiously.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

Because you’re I hate seeing you cry.

“You’re a good person, Granger. You don’t deserve to feel the way you do.”

Because I want you to be happy.

Because I think I love you.

Hermione Granger had been on your radar since first year. You’d admired her intelligence and resilience, her courage and empathy. It was only last year when you’d looked at her and realized how beautiful she was. You were entranced with the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed and how bright she smiled when praised by a professor.

And tonight, in that periwinkle dress that hugged her slender frame, you realized just how much she’d blossomed.

You’d always been able to tamper down the festering feelings towards her. Their worlds weren’t meant to collide—you were a Slytherin from a noble line of Purebloods, and she was a Gryffindor with Muggle parents. But you could feel that nova collapsing the longer you spent in her company.

You didn’t care what your parents thought or how your peers would react. Hermione Granger was what you wanted, in whatever way she was willing to give, so long as she was in your life.

Rosy blotches colored her cheeks. She averted her gaze shyly, like she wasn’t used to such compliments. Maybe it was just she wasn’t used to them coming from someone like you.

“You know, Granger,” you continued when she didn’t say anything, “there’s always been something about you. Something that… that I can’t stay away from.”

Her eyes darted back to yours. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve admired you since our first year. At first I thought I was just jealous—I mean, you’ve the best grades in our year, and you weren’t even raised with magic.”

“And now…?”

“And now…” You took a deep breath, suddenly feeling your chest clench with something you weren’t incredibly familiar with. “And now I realize it was never the grades I wanted.”

You held her gaze to convey the deeper meaning behind your words. Her lips parted slightly, and you could see when her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling a bit more rapidly than before.

She swallowed. “Oh… I, well…” She chuckled quietly, biting down on her lip as she thought of how to respond. “I-I never realized…”

“No one else does, either,” you admitted. “I’ve tried to ignore it because of, well, who I am—what I am. But I don’t think I can anymore.

“When I saw you come down those stairs, all I could think was how you were the prettiest one in the room.” The words kept tumbling from your mouth of your own accord. It was a dam that had been unleashed, years of pent up secrets dying to finally be free. “Then I saw you crying, and all I wanted to do was hold you. I wanted to take that pain away. I wanted… Well, I wanted you.”

Hermione’s fingers curled into her fist nervously. “Wanted?” she whispered.

You leaned over and tucked some hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched as your palm then rested against her cheek. Your thumb stroked the soft skin, admiring the way it felt beneath your touch.

“Want,” you clarified softly. “I want you, Hermione. Whatever that means to you. Acquaintances, friends… something more…”

She looked down and, afraid you’d scared her off, you started to pull back. To your surprise, she reached up and laid her hand on yours, keeping her cheek pressed into your palm.

“I… I wasn’t crying over a boy.” Her quiet voice might have been missed if you weren’t so close to her. “I mean, Ron did upset me, but… I was crying because I wanted to talk to you and I couldn’t because…” She trailed off.

“Because why, darling?”

“Because you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, and I’m just… I’m me. I can’t compare to you.”

“Don’t compare yourself to anyone, Hermione.” You weren’t sure who leaned in first, but now you were mere inches away. If you just tilted your head… “Nobody can compete with you, love.”

She made a small noise in the back of her throat before her lips touched yours. They were soft, their pressure gentle and unsure, but it was the best thing you’d ever felt. It left you almost empty when she pulled back.

She smiled softly before running her fingers down the side of your face. “I… I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” she confessed. “But… what are we going to tell people if they ask?”

“We can tell them whatever you want.” You grabbed her fingers before lacing them with yours. “But I know it would ruin Krum and Weasley,” you smirked.

“I don’t care about them. Not when I’m with you.”

“Then stay with me for as long as you’re happy—and I promise, sweetheart, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

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the-colourful-witch · 9 months

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It turns out you can do a lot of different things with the description: a periwinkle dress with flowy fabric and an elegant updo… 🩵 I believe, for the first time maybe, Hermione spent as much time putting together a Yule Ball outfit as she did revising for a test. It wasn’t easy thinking of these dresses. I think the movie dress (despite it being pink) was very good, but I wanted to go in a different direction entirely. So here we have six experimental pieces. My personal favourites are 2 and 4 🌠✨

Also, I have a friend who is crazy about the colour blue and making this made me think of her :)

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softkombuchart · 7 months

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Three Durmstrang Suitors for Ms. Granger: Her Very Own Tri-Wizard Tournament

Featuring @heyjude19-writing as Rita Skeeter our reporter ❤❤❤❤❤❤ thank you for helping me w the headline you wonderful person

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aplthree · 6 months

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Yule Ball ❄️

After the Dance with the Triwizard Chamption that was the time that Hermione truely appreciated the beauty of the Great Hall. It was a sight straight out of a fairy tale that she once read during her childhood days.

The walls were adorned with cascading ice that looks like an ice castle that shimmer under the soft glow of the floating candles and chandeliers. The ceiling mimicked the night sky, with snow falling above us.

Viktor lead her to the chair beside her friends and said that he would like to dance with his other schoolmates that came to Hogwarts

Her eyes scanned the room, catching glimpses of familiar faces in their attire. She saw some boys from different houses and different year smiling and waving at her. Gone was the image of the studious bookworm buried in her books. Whispers of admirations and awe can be hered whenever people pass by her.

But amidst the people, her gaze sought someone - a person who she know she want to spend the night with, rather than the one who invited her.

Near the edge of the crowd, stood Draco Malfoy holding cup of pumpkin juice. He look handsome as always. Draco decided that he won’t be bringing any dates since his friend Pansy was invited by Theo.

Their relationship was a secret, away from prying eyes and judgemental whispers of people. Pureblood and muggle-born relationships are okay in the eyes of some people but it was frowned upon upon the Pureblood Societies and some from the older families that some of her classmates was from.

It started in a partnership they had from a class that grow into a genuine friendship. That friendship bloomed for a short period of time and the barriers that supresses their feelings began to crumble, revealing a connection that surpases the house rivalries, prejuice, and society’s expectation.

Hermione decided to hide their relationship because she is scared by what would happen to Draco when their relationship become well known to the people. Knowing his family, not only they would disinherit him but they will also disowned him just like what happened to his Aunt, Andromeda. Draco is only 14 years old as of now, we are not yet adults and no means getting money for the future if it happens.

She didn’t notice she was staring at him when a pair of silver-gray eyes locked with hers. Draco smiled at him while talking with Theo, Theo notices where Draco was looking and pushes him.

Her eyes widden when he was slowly making his way towards her. “No” she mouthed.

But he looks determined to continue his plan. She wants to go away because she knew what will be the consequences of their actions to tonight.

He stops and held his hand in front of her.

“Hermione?” She hear Harry calls her name.

She looks around and almost all of the students around them stop what they are doing and looking into their way.

“May I have this dance, Hermione?” His voice has a hint of vulnerability and determination at the same time. She glanced around nervously, knowing the implocations of being seen together.

“Are you sure?” She didn��t need to ask the following questions that linger on the tip of her tongue.

They always have this heart to heart talk, she knew his answer.

He nod, she look at her friends that has a surprise look on their faces but Harry, Harry just smile at me.

Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand in his. “I’d love to.” She replied with a soft smile.

They stepped onto the dance floor and the music begans to play. Draco’s touch was gentle yet firm as we he moved in perfect rhythm. Knowing that she don’t have any practices aside from the performance we have with the Champions she keeps saying her sorry whenever she steps in his foot.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Oh me? Yes! Brilliant. Perfect! Now that the whole Hogwarts know our relationship, the news will travel as fast as a text will be.” She murmur.

“Text?” She hear him mumble. “Hermione we don’t need to hide anymore.”

She didn’t speak but keep her eyes on their feet, her eyes start watering knowing what will happen to his intended. No family, no power, and no money. What will happen to them in the future.

He stopped dancing and called her name again. She look up with his eyes watering from all the thoughts she can think of. “Love, no need to worry.” He smiles.

“I want you to know that before my decision to ask you for a dance I’ve taken steps to ensure your peace of mind.” He continued.

“I’ve talked to my Uncle, Sirius remember him. We talked with the help of Potter. I transferred almost all of my inheritance to his vault with his help. No need to worry about being disinherited especially disowned. Sirius will be accepting me open arms.” My eyes widen by his confession. That’s why Harry was smiling earlier! They planned this!

“I- I don’t know what to say.” Hermione finally manage to speak and react from what she hear. “But I don’t want you to sacrifice your relationship with your -“

He interupted her and smile. “This ks my choice. I’ve thought it every night since the moment I was aware of my feelings for you. Our relationship means more to me that any material possessions or family legacy. You helped me open my eyes in this prejudice and judgemental world we live in.”

“I love you, Hermione.” Draco confessed softly.

Hermione reaches and caresses his face. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “I love you too, Draco.” She replied.

“Potter suggests that this is my Christmas gift to you, but I think not.”

She chuckled and realizes that they found solace in each other’s love and understanding.

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liaredrose · 11 months

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“Crimson Seeds” - A Dramione Fan Fiction

Chapter XXXXI: FOURTH YEAR- FIFTH PART - THE YULE BALL

AO3 link: HERE

Art by: Incendiosketches

She was blushing, her cheeks painted the dreamiest shade of pink.

Fuck, Draco adored her.

He adored Hermione with an ardour which was more than mere affection.

He couldn’t name it but he knew it was just more.

She was more, more than everything he had ever hoped, dreamt, desired.

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ravenclaw-sass · 11 months

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by @incendiosketches

#draco malfoy #hermione granger #dramione #dramione fanart #yule ball #hp

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lunaoblonsky · 5 months

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Winter at Hogwarts

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005)

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asexualenjolras · 6 months

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Hermione Granger sitting and sobbing on the staircase after the Yule Ball all alone because the person she loves more than anything in the whole world has hurt her feelings, and she has nobody to talk to about it.

And Scorpius Malfoy sitting and sobbing on the staircase after Staircase Ballet all alone because the person he loves more than anything in the whole world has hurt his feelings, and he has nobody to talk to about it.

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only-angel-28 · 7 months

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mastermind, part five

hey guys😀🔫

first of all im so sorry ik its been literally ten years since the last update but we're backk😋🙌🙌

anyways this used to be called redbone but im changing it to mastermind (the taylor song) bc i feel like it just fits more w the story but heres part five!!

its a short one for now but dw part six and seven are in the making and theyll probably be out later tonight or early tomorrow morning idk

anyways i hope you like this one please lmk and leave me some requests😋🤞

mastermind, masterlist

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“Good morning,” Harry says, smiling brightly as Hermione and I sit at the table.

“Morning,” we both reply in unison, Hermioen going to say something but is cut off when our attention darts to the old owl that all but crashes into our food on the table, sending bowls of cereal and plates of toast flying into the air.

“Ron! Get your owl in check!” I yell as Hermione magics away the spilt milk on my robes, leaving them brand new.

“Sorry, sorry. God this bird’s going to be the death of me.” Ron replies as he detaches the box in the owl's claws before shooing it away.

“What’s that?” Harry asks, pointing at the box curiously as Ron goes to open it and pulls out a long black robe with white ruffles at the collar.

“Mum’s sent me a dress!” Ron says in horror as he stares down at the old thing.

“Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet? Aha!” I shout through my laughter, pulling out a white collar with a black bow and holding it up at Ron’s neck.

“Oh shut up Y/N. You’re not funny.” Ron says dismissively as he walks over to Ginny and continues,

“Ginny here, these must be for you.”

“I’m not wearing that, it’s ghastly.” she says looking up at the dress in disgust.

Hermione lets out a fit of giggles as Harry and I smack each other, laughing at Ron, unable to control ourselves.

“What are you on about?” Ron asks confused.

“They’re not for Ginny, you idiot, they’re for you!” I shout as the Gryffindors around us join in on the laughter.

“They’re dress robes,” Hermione adds, calming down slightly.

“Dress robes, for what?” Ron responds with frustration in his voice.

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“The Yule Ball has been a Hogwarts tradition since its inception,” McGonagall’s voice booms in the large room filled with girls on one side and boys on the other. Hermione and I softly giggle as we make small quips about how uncomfortable Harry and Ron look, having to sit next to Theo and Draco.

“On Christmas Eve night, we gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity,” she says as she glides around the room, eyeing Harry and Draco as they make faces at each other, causing them to stop almost immediately.

“I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward. And I mean this literally as the Yule Ball is, as you know, first and foremost, a dance,” she says, sending the girls into excited conversations and the boys into a sea of annoying groans.

“Silence!” she shouts over the noise, clapping her hands together over her head, “Our school has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for over 10 centuries. And I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons.” she finishes, sending everyone into quiet laughter. I look up from my fixed gaze at McGonagall at Theo who snickers softly and looks at me before mouthing, “Try saying that five times fast.”

I smirk as I try whispering it as he does the same, before McGonagall walks over in front of us, breaking our gazes at each other. “Now, to dance,” she says, waving her arms around gracefully, turning to the girl's side, saying, “is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers…longing to burst forth and take flight.”

She turns to the boys, cutting off whatever snide remark Ron was making, “Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr Weasley.”

She walks over to Ron swiftly as he cowers slightly, looking immensely uncomfortable as she asks him to join her.

“...Yes?”

Harry looks over at Hermione and me and we smirk at Ron as McGonagall lectures him how to put his hands on her waist.

They dance for a minute before McGonagall calls everyone over and tells us to partner up, and Theo comes up to me with a hand behind his back. “Join me for this dance?” he says jokingly as he bows forward slightly and puts one hand out making me smile and reach out for his hand before I swiftly grab Harry’s from behind him and say, “Sorry maybe next time!” over my shoulder, sending him into laughter, shaking his head as Harry looks up at me quizzingly.

“Leaving him wanting more?” he smiles at me, “Yep, I learned from the best.” I joke, referencing the endless amounts of times Harry and Ginny have gotten close but have never made anything official.

He rolls his eyes and says, “Shut up.”

“Have you even asked her yet?” I ask as we sway to the music, “Not yet, I think I’ll do it tonight…if Ron doesn’t interrupt us again that is.”

“Don’t worry,” I say nodding my head over to the other side of the room where Ron and Hermione are trying to dance, “I think he’s got other things to worry about.”

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“We really need to get a move on, otherwise we’ll be the only ones without dates,” Ron whispers to Harry as we try and recreate the potion Slughorn’s just shown us.

Harry doesn’t say anything as he smiles to himself and focuses back on his potion, making me smile softly in return knowing he’s probably asked Ginny by now and she's said yes.

“What are you smiling about?” Theo asks, interrupting me from my thoughts as he adds fluxweed into our potion and looks at me confusingly. “No reason.” I smile up at him, noticing the ring I gave him on his finger.

“So,” I say, taking my seat as we wait for our potion to boil.

“So?” he replies, taking his seat next to me and resting the bottom side of his jaw in his hand with his elbow on the table, staring at me with his blue eyes.

“Yule Ball’s in a few days, have you found a date yet?”

“Mm no not yet. Why do you ask?” he smirks.

“Oh no, no reason.” I stutter, feeling embarrassed, as I try to distract myself with the brew in front of us.

“So your bruises have healed,” I say, reaching out and holding his face to the side to examine the area they used to be on top of his sharp cheekbone. “Mhm. All better now.” He smiles.

I sigh and say, “You shouldn’t have done that you know.” “Why not? I’d do it for Blaise or Pansy or even Draco, I’d do it for any of my friends, so why not you? Especially you.” he mutters the last bit silently but my ears catch it before it disappears, making blood rush to my ears and cheeks.

“A friendship between a Gryffindor and Slytherin is unheard of. Especially considering your family and my best friends, what makes you so confident in ours?”

“I don’t know. You’re…different,” he says, standing up, “You’re not like those other Gryffindors. They’re too proud.”

I laugh after him, gathering my own things as he goes to give Slughorn our finished potion, “You Slytherin lot aren’t all that humble anyways.”

“No Star, we just know our worth.” he winks back at me as he leaves and I notice something on his side of the desk. A little envelope with my name on it.

I open it to find,

“Meet me in the Astronomy Tower after curfew. Bring a jacket.”

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“You took your time,” Theo says as I walk up the stairs, holding two cups of hot chocolate for him and me.

“Shut up, I was bribing one of the elves to give me whipped cream in these this time.” I hold one of the drinks up to him to take it before he grabs both out my hands and puts them down on the floor,

“You shouldn’t have, we won’t need them.” He smiles mischievously before taking my hand and running down the large, empty corridors.

“Theo stop! Where are we going?!” I whisper yell out of surprise, grabbing his hand tighter as I run to keep up with him. “You’ll see!” He says over his shoulder, leading us out the castle and giving a few galleons to the prefect keeping watch at the door.

“Come on,” he says softly now, both of us panting from the run.

The cold wind hits me in the face and immediately sends a shiver up my spine, making me pull my jacket up slightly to cover my exposed neck.

Theo lets go of my hand and pulls his black, green and silver Slytherin scarf off and wraps the cloth around my neck,

“Theo, will you stop being a prick and at least tell me where we’re going?”

He grabs my arm and links it in with his before saying, “We’re almost there.”

I look up at him as we walk in comfortable silence, the soft moonlight reflecting on his sharp features, his rosy cheeks and the cold vapour coming from his pink nose as he breathes and he turns to me giving me a big smile as he stops walking, turns me around and covers my eyes.

“Theo what now? You drag me out of the warm castle and make me freeze out here in the stupid snow and you didn’t even let me drink my hot chocolate and you won’t even tell me where we’re going and I’m probably going to get hypothermia at this point because of you.” I finish my rant as he turns me around, slowly removing his cold fingers from my eyes.

“Shut up and open your eyes, you drama queen.”

I can hear the smile in his voice as I open my eyes and see a big tree with a covering on top, looking like a den adorned in fairy lights and snowflake decorations. A red checkered picnic blanket resting on the ground along with my favourite pastries, hot chocolates and movies all set up on a projector facing the castle. Snowflakes all form one sentence above the movie projector screen playing Tangled, making my breath stop and a huge grin form on my lips.

Will you get tangled with me at the ball?

I turn around to find a flustered-looking Theodore with his hands in his pocket, nervously looking down at me waiting for my reaction. “You did this?” I ask with a quizzical smile on my face, still in disbelief that he went through all this effort for me.

“Yeah. Well I mean Blaise, Mattheo and Pansy helped me. Draco tried but he wasn’t any good so I got Pansy to instead. And I asked Hermione for all your favourite movies and I’ve seen you with all these pastries and hot chocolates a lot this time of year so I thought you’d like them. But I mean if you don’t that’s perfectly fine, I can scrap it all and we can pretend like this never happened and-”

“Yes.” I interrupt his rant with a smile on my face, admiring his stress over whether I’d like the gesture or not.

“And I- Sorry?” He asks breaking his rant confusingly with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes, I love it and I’d love to go to the ball with you Theodore.”

“Oh, I- Okay well. Okay. That’s great, that’s…Wow.” He stutters out, surprised at my response.

Theodore Nott stuttering? Nervous? When did that happen? I think to myself as he composes himself again and asks, “Shall we?” pointing to the blanket and movie playing on the projector.

I nod, smiling brightly up at him as I give him a side hug. He tenses for a moment before wrapping his arms around me and hugging back tightly.

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part five done!!

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Since you’re open for requests could you do they see you dressed up for the first time for the ball {Harry Potter men/boys} just like that one post you made before 🤍

A/n: Hello! Thank you so much for this darling request, I had so much fun writing this, Enjoy!

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pronouns: Gender neutral

TW: A little suggestive, talk about alcohol and getting drunk

FLUFF

Not My Gif!

How Harry Potter characters react to you dressed up for the Yule Ball.

Harry Potter:

Shuddering a breath, you adjusted your sleek dress/suit before making your way down to the great hall for the annual yule ball hosted at Hogwarts, your shoes clicked down the stone stairs with each step, a boy with raggedy black hair turned his head at the sound before gawking in awe at the sight of you, “Wow…I Mean- You look absolutely amazing” You giggled at his disheveled state, “I mean it! Your breathtaking y/n.” He held out his hand to you and glided you across the floor to him, both of you blushed and stared at each other…”If you two are quite done, the Champion waltz will start soon, I suggest you all get a move on.” Professor McGonagall spoke to the two of you, a knowing look in her eyes, ah, young love.

Draco Malfoy:

A Malfoy prided themselves on their impeccable composure, Draco Malfoy was no different , that was until he was faced with his partner in the dressing robes/dress that he himself had gifted them, that was how Draco Malfoy came to be gaping in the middle of the great hall like a fish out of water. “Close your mouth love, you'll catch a fly,” They said with a smug smirk on their face as they left the Malfoy heir speechless. “I knew you’d look absolutely ethereal in that robe/dress.” His partner scoffed, “alright Mr.Malfoy, alright. No need to act so cocky.” They smirked at him. “What can I say? I like seeing you draped like the royalty you are.” He replied smoothly, wrapping a hand around their waist.

Ron Weasley:

Ron groaned as he looked down at his robes one last time before heading out from the common room, climbing out from the Fat Lady but jumped at the sound of his name coming from down the hall, looking up, he saw you running towards him in a beautiful dress/robe.

“Bloody hell, Y/n!” Ron exclaimed as he caught you in his arms, a flush on his face. “Well, don’t you look…unique.” Y/n grinned up at him while the red head looked away hurriedly, “Look- I didn’t choose these robes, I-” A laugh stopped his rant and he looked down at you, “I’m only teasing you, you look great no matter what you wear.”Ron looked stunned, “Well, you look great, more than great.” He stuttered out, his face now a flaming red. “Let’s go, shall we?” The two of you walked down to the Great hall, hand in hand.

Neville Longbottom:

Neville looked around the grand ball, he hadn’t seen you yet, People all around him danced and laughed as the music blared throughout the great hall, “Neville! Neville!” A voice called out for him, muffled by the noise. Turning his head towards the voice, he saw you, sliding pass the many students to get to him, an angelic dress/robe covered your figure that left him speechless as his breath caught in his throat,”Oh Merlin, you look, Y/n… I don’t even know what to say-” He rambled on as you looked at him softly, “Thank you, Nev…Care for a dance?”

Neville smiled, “Yeah, let’s go.”

Luna Lovegood:

Luna's dress glistened into the long night as students rushed past her, excited as the Yule Ball started. “You look mythical.” You said, sneaking up behind her, She turned to loom at you before smiling, “As do you.” She answered, Looking down at your dress/robes.

“Oh please, this old thing? Compared to you?” Students all around them started to rush into the Ball as the Great Hall’s doors opened, None of it mattered, for tonight was made only for the two of you.

Hermione Granger:

Hermione laughed as her heart fluttered. Tonight was magical, quite Literally mind you, Hermione Left the hall and traveled out to the snow littered courtyard for a bit of fresh air. Walking down the trail she noticed a familiar figure in an elegant dress/robe. Getting closer, Hermione let out a soft hello.

The figure turned Towards her before smirking, “You’re the talk of the night, Herm.”

Said girl blushed a bright pink, “I- Well I wouldn’t say that- Oh, Look at you! You are absolutely stunning!”

The figure hummed, “Quite the flatterer, But thank you darling, now, Would you like to go get some drinks with me?”

Hermione’s fading blush came back at full force once again, “Yes, I think I'd like that.”

Remus Lupin (Young):

Remus adjusted his collar for the billionth time that night, The great Hall was becoming stuffy as more and more people started to pile into the room, His amber eyes kept searching for you, His date.

James had told him to stop worrying but Remus had never been good at staying calm, He sighed into his punch, The last thing he was expecting you to suddenly grab ahold of him from behind, He whipped his body around and looked down at you sorry if your tall, “Y/n.” His tensed shoulders eased up as a smile graced his lips, He looked down at your dress/robes, “My darling, You are radiant tonight.”

You blushed before looking at his robes, “I think I like you all dressed up, Mooney.” You winked at him.

It was definitely going to be a night to remember.

Sirius Black (Young):

The music blared around all the students as the one and only Sirius Black crowd surfed for the 5th time that night, You looked from afar with a smile on your face, seeing you staring at him he gave you a wolfish grin before being let down, Brushing himself off, he confidently walked over to you, “So, you come here often?” he winked at you.

“Seeing as I go to school here, Yeah.” You sarcastically answered.

Sirius seriously (siriusly) nodded at you, “Quite the coincidence indeed. You wanna get out of here, I have some fire whiskey in the common room we can share.”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

He led you out of the Great hall and up the staircase, Greeting the Fat lady, The two of you entered the empty Gryffindor common room, He smiled at you happily, finally being able to take you fully in, especially your formal dress/robes.

“Have I ever told you that you are an angel?”

You crossed your arms, “Once or twice maybe…”

Sirius came over and wrapped his arms around you, “Let’s go get drunk, Yeah?”

You laughed at him, “Yeah, let’s go.”

Severus Snape (Young):

Severus positively hated this, `The noise, The people, And god forbid Potter and his gang, who were currently making a ruckus.

“Sev, You made it!” You smiled at him, pushing through the crowd to get to him.

Severus looked away, a small blush graced his face, “Well you did ask me to come-”

“Ofcourse, Thank you for coming. It means a lot to me.”

He looked at you in your beautiful dress/robe, “You- You don’t look half bad.”

You laughed at that, “I’ll take that as a compliment. You look good aswell.”

You reached a hand out towards him, “Dance with me? Just once.”

Severus scoffed at you but nonetheless grabbed your hand and led the two of you to the dance floor.

Students crowded Severus and You but neither of you seemed to mind as the two of you only had eyes for eachother.

Tom Riddle:

Tom looked impeccable, as always, Permanently smoothed Dress robes adorned his body, As his fellow Slutherins talked amongst themselves in their common room.

“I shall be heading down to the Great Hall prematurely.” He told his followers, standing up, and heading out of the dungeons.

Heels clicked against the cold stone floors before coming to a stop as he took you in, You stood next to the Closed great hall doors, waiting for Tom.

“Y/n”

“Tom”

A Magnificent formal Dress/Robe hung from your build, Tom drank in the sight of you before speaking

“Words don’t do you justice, My heart.”

You looked at him, “Words don’t do you justice either, My love.”

He smirked at you before coming over to hold your hand as The great hall doors opened.

“Ready to leave everyone speechless, Darling?”

Gripping his hand, you nodded, “Always.”

The two of you headed into the Hall.

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