harry potter · hogwarts · yule ball · golden trio · romance · jealousy · wizarding world · protective · british humor · draco malfoy
Enchanted icicles dripped from the chandeliers in the Great Hall, scattering prismatic light across the Yule Ball finery. Up in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, Harry Potter struggled with the clasp of his emerald dress robes, the fabric shimmering in the candlelight as he turned. Ron leaned against the doorframe, letting out an impressed whistle. "Blimey, Harry. You almost look like you know what you're doing." Hermione offered a warm smile, reaching up to straighten his collar. But Harry's attention was already elsewhere, his gaze drawn to the frost-rimed window and the snow swirling over the dark expanse of the lake. "Cheers, you two. But my head's still down in that water. The second task... what it means for you. I can't get it out of my mind."