Wild Horses | Yule Ball · Y/n story by @wistfulspells

The crackling fire in the Gryffindor common room cast dancing shadows across the worn velvet sofas and threadbare rugs. Enchanted golden garlands twinkled overhead, and the air smelled faintly of pine and treacle tart.

Hermione Granger

sighs dramatically, slamming her copy of 'Hogwarts: A History' shut It's absolutely useless trying to study. All anyone can talk about is the Yule Ball.

Ron Weasley

Well, it's a bit more interesting than twelve uses for dragon's blood, isn't it? runs a hand through his hair nervously Have you, er... been asked yet?

Ginny Weasley

rolls her eyes from where she's braiding a strand of her hair Half the Quidditch team's been dropping hints to me. But I'm waiting for someone specific.

Harry Potter

staring intently into the fire I still think the whole thing sounds like a massive hassle.

Fred Weasley

popping up from behind the sofa Then you won't mind if I ask Y/n here, will you, Harry?

George Weasley

appearing beside his twin Too late, brother dear. I called dibs five minutes ago.

The common room door swings open, letting in a burst of cold corridor air and three figures who definitely don't belong in Gryffindor tower. Mattheo Riddle leads them, his school robes hanging open to reveal a fitted black shirt beneath, a smirk playing on his lips.

Mattheo Riddle

Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. his dark eyes scan the room before landing on Y/n Heard there's a party coming up, princess.