The Dragon Heirs | House of the Dragon x Harry Potter

Chapter 13

In the softly lit Slytherin common room, the night of the Yule Ball finally arrived. Lorenzo stood waiting by the hearth, adjusting his robes nervously. His gaze kept darting toward the stairway that led to the girls' dormitory. Next to him stood James, Daenerys' date, his posture relaxed but with a sharp look of anticipation in his eyes. Both were Slytherins, and tonight, they were proud to escort the Targaryen sisters.

Footsteps echoed from the stairs, and all conversation in the room ceased as the crowd turned to see Rhaenyra and Daenerys descending. The sisters were a vision—reflecting their Targaryen heritage in every way.

Rhaenyra wore a sleek, deep black gown that shimmered with gold and red threads, reminiscent of dragon scales, the cut elegant and bold. Her long silver-blonde hair was styled half-up, the rest cascading down her back in soft waves. A subtle crown of gold adorned her head. A pair of silver dragon-shaped earrings caught the firelight, completing her look with an air of controlled power.

Daenerys was no less striking, draped in a dark crimson gown with intricate gold detailing, the color of dragon fire. Her gown hugged her form, flowing dramatically around her feet like molten lava, and her hair, twisted into a braided updo, glinted in the light, adorned with small rubies and a tiara that shimmered like dragonfire itself. The two sisters, side by side, appeared as regal as queens from a bygone era.

Lorenzo's eyes widened slightly when he saw Rhaenyra, his breath catching in his throat. "You look... incredible," he said softly, his voice barely loud enough to reach her over the murmurs from the other students.

James smiled broadly as Daenerys approached, extending an arm toward her. "Shall we?"

Rhaenyra took Lorenzo's arm with a small, composed smile, while Daenerys gave James a nod of approval before linking her arm with his. Together, the group made their way out of the common room, passing Draco and Blaise, who were busy chatting with their own dates.

The Great Hall was transformed into a stunning winter wonderland. Twinkling lights hung from the enchanted ceiling, giving the illusion of a starry night. Frosted icicles draped elegantly from the edges of the tables, casting a soft glow. Snow swirled gently in the air, though it never landed on anyone, keeping the festivities magical. The floor, polished to perfection, reflected the golden light from the chandeliers that swung high above.

As the group entered the hall, the atmosphere of joy and excitement was palpable. Students were laughing and dancing, moving in rhythm to the orchestra's lively music. But Rhaenyra's mind was elsewhere. She glanced at Daenerys, who met her gaze, the silent exchange between them was already clear.

They found their seats, blending seamlessly into the evening, making small talk with their dates. Lorenzo leaned in to whisper something about how beautiful the hall looked, but Rhaenyra's attention kept wandering. Her mind was focused on the plan they had meticulously crafted. Soon, they would create the distraction they needed.

As they moved through the evening, the sisters found moments to whisper to each other. Rhaenyra leaned into Daenerys when Lorenzo wasn't looking, her voice low. "Everything is set. We need to move when the lights dim for the second dance."

Daenerys gave a small nod, careful not to draw attention.

Soon, the hall's lights dimmed as the next song began. Couples drifted to the dance floor, swirling gracefully to the soft waltz. Lorenzo took Rhaenyra's hand, leading her into the crowd, while James did the same with Daenerys. The sisters danced gracefully, keeping up appearances, but their movements were calculated, eyes constantly scanning the room.

Just as the music swelled, Rhaenyra caught Daenerys's eye. The plan was in motion. An explosion was set to go off near the back of the hall, where the decorations hid a carefully placed magical device they had enchanted earlier in the week.