You Are Cordially Invited to the Yule Ball!

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The Yule Ball



How to play
① Tag in
② Go to RNG and roll 1-10. That's your scenario!
③ Tag around!
④ Have fun. :)

Cross-canon/canon/oc's are all welcome! Just note how your character has been invited to the ball or if they're a student! We welcome it all. ♥

Scenarios
① Ask Your Date to the Yule Ball - Invite that special someone or ask your best friend. There is nothing wrong with going as friends!
② Dress Shopping/Dress Robe Shopping - It's time to find that perfect outfit! Or have one mailed to you and ask someone to alter it for you if need be.
③ Getting Ready - It's time to get ready for the ball, do you feel that nervous flutter?
④ Picking Up Your Date - Go and pick up your date, the ball is about to start!
⑤ The First Dance - It's time for the first dance. Are you ready?
⑥ Refreshment Table - Let's hope someone no one spiked the punch! We're looking at you Marauders. We see that flask, Sirius...
⑦ The Courtyard - Need a break from dancing and people? We get that. Go into the courtyard and get a breath of fresh air. Just be sure no teacher catches you making out with your date.
⑧ Wardrobe Malfunction - The absolute worst timing, a wardrobe malfunction! What do you do?
⑨ Chaperone - Are you a chaperone for the evening? How'd you get stuck with that gig? Better make sure the Marauders aren't creating havoc or spiking the punch!
⑩ Free Choice - You know what, you do your thing!

Comments

[nev]

There were a few students in the hallway, some huddled together in groups while others came and went around them, and Neville was delighted to find that they were so engrossed in what they were doing that most of them simply regarded them with passing apprehension while the two of them moved down the hall.

Resting a hand on her back he veered left, leading her around a corner and into the first doorway. It had barely clicked shut behind them before Nevile had gathered Hermione up into his arms and was kissing her.

the (future) mrs is spicy take 2

[reparo]

She has no idea what this school's layout is like, though Hogwarts she could find her way around in the dark. It's a mystery which classroom he's pulled her into, but she won't be the one to tell him that it's a bit naughty of them to be in an empty classroom.

She'll leave the fantasies for later. For back home.

But she still has time to let a little laugh slip before their lips meet, and then there is beautiful silence. The telling silence of bodies pressing together, of her hands running up his chest to wrap - one around his neck and one around his tie, of the careful breathing, the meeting of lips then tongues. Not silence at all, in other words.

He tastes like champagne and Neville, and it makes her dizzy on her feet.

"That was definitely missing," she murmurs between kisses, lips drawn into a smile.

[nev]

Neville hummed low in agreement as he continued to kiss her, stepping back blindly in the hopes of colliding with something suitable to lean against - or better yet, to kiss her on. He was distracted from his ambling hunt almost as soon as it had begun however, lost to nibbling the curve of her lower lip before his mouth sought her neck out.


"Hello Hermione," he mumbled in quiet appreciation against her throat before lavsihing warm, eager kisses on her skin. "I missed you," Neville added, one hand falling to her ass, his fingers fanning out as he tried to touch as much of her as he could while he heart thundered in his ears.

[reparo]

"Have you?" she asks, a low laugh in her throat even as those kisses pull little sighs of dizzy pleasure out of her. At some point - probably at the point where his mouth found her neck to begin with - she has grabbed onto the back of his jacket, arching into his hold.

"Me too," she whispers back, and brushes a kiss against his temple, then lets her head tilt to the side so he can better reach. "I keep enjoying how well you fill this suit, you know?"

[nev]

"Terribly," he uttered sincerely against the curve of her throat before his lips trailed a path along her skin, chuckling warmly at the compliment to his suit. "You're all I think about," Neville added after a moment well spent guiding her to rest against the side of the professor's desk.

"My grading's begun to suffer," he added with surprising warmth, lifting his head to graze the shell of her ear with his teeth.

[reparo]

"Your grading's begun to - oh, Merlin." She doesn't stand a chance, a little whimper escaping her the second his teeth trace her ear, and she is reminded painfully and vividly of how good he feels - how good he felt, inside her and around her.

Irresponsible, maybe, but she hops up onto the professor's desk to bring them more at level. She's glad for the skirt of this dress, being altogether so silky and easy to maneuvre, and for the slit on the side that is barely visible to the ball-goers. She hasn't even shown it to Neville, until right now, when she brings herself up onto the desk, and the skirt falls open, baring her left leg from mid-thigh down to her pretty shoes.