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I’m No Cinderella | f.w.

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Word count: 1.6k

Requested by anon

Request: Could you write a Fred or George Weasley imagine where the reader normally goes unnoticed but then one of twins practically falls head over heels for the reader at the Yule Ball? Reader goes alone/only with a friend, but it doesn’t become “social suicide” 😂 thank you so much, and I love your writing!! Especially anything with the twins 😅

A/N: hhh the shift key i normally use on my computer is broken so i had to relearn how to use shift with my right hand while i was writing this…. This certainly got away from me and it doesn’t have much of fred in it but I love how this turned out and I hope i didn’t disappoint, anon! also angelina is gay for nora, i don’t make up the rules,,,, Pic of your dress is all the way at the bottom.

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For a Gryffindor, you were notably quiet. You and Hermione Granger certainly stuck out like a sore thumb, being considered Ravenclaws in a sea of Gryffindors. Before Granger had arrived at Hogwarts, though, you had spent two years with most believing you were in Ravenclaw. 

Not that it mattered in the end. No matter what people thought, you were a Gryffindor at heart - you just weren’t the type to show it off frequently. 

When the tournament started, you showed little interest compared to your classmates. You had only wanted a normal year, although you weren’t exactly sure what was normal, considering you went to school of magic.

Things got even worse for you when the Yule Ball was announced. You knew it was a popularity contest, but you secretly hoped someone would ask you. 

“This is all so ridiculous.” You complained to your best friend, Nora Iver. “They want to throw a party in the middle of this life-threatening tournament?” You sighed. 

“D’you reckon anyone’s going to ask us out?” Nora, to her credit, was optimistic. So much so that you didn’t have the heart to shoot her down. The two of you were the quietest, introverted people in your year in your house. You looked away. 

“Maybe.” You said, watching one of the Weasley twins ask Angelina Johnson to the ball. “I don’t want to jinx anything.”

“But (Y/N), don’t you want to have a date and find your Prince Charming?” Nora, a muggleborn, had been kind enough to describe every fairytale known to man to you when you asked. Even with the wizarding world on the brink of war, she believed in happy endings. 

You weren’t ready to tell her that happy endings didn’t come to people like you. 

“Isn’t your mum sending a dress for you? If I had known, I’d have shopped. Could you help me find one in that little boutique in Hogsmeade?”

“Sure.” You answered half-heartedly, your eyes still on the Weasley boy. He looked back at you and winked. 

Merlin, this ball was a waste of time. 

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The weeks went by, and unfortunately, no one asked either of you. Two weeks before Christmas, Nora finally gave up. 

“I can’t believe it. No one’s asked.”

“We can still go together, without dates. It’ll be fun.” You tried to convince her. You were a little disappointed too - you had hoped that this time, your cynicism would be proved wrong. 

“What good is dancing by myself?”

“You can move around much more.” You said. “Dance the way you do at those Muggle weddings you always tell me about.”

“Only if you dance with me.” Nora pouted, and you laughed. 

“Don’t you still need to get a dress?”

That weekend, you went to Hogsmeade. The boutique was mostly empty, but most of the dresses were slim pickings. 

“What about this one?” You said, holding it up for her to see. It was a nice, sleek navy dress with a sweetheart neckline. 

“Do you think you could work your magic on this one, (Y/N)? Add a few more little details?” Nora begged. You were interested in clothing, with most of your clothes having a small personal twist to them, but you’d never made anything for anyone else like that. 

“Nora, I could ruin this-”

“You couldn’t. Please?”

“I’ll do my best, just pay for the bloody dress.”

The Yule Ball craze hit its peak the morning of. At six A.M. sharp, most of the girls in the dorm were awake, running around and yelling for shower slots. You, on the other hand, were finishing up Nora’s dress. 

You tried your best to embroider little constellations in the tulle carefully, and it was taking longer than you wanted. Finally, you put it on an excited Nora, who immediately twirled around once you zipped her up. 

“Oh, (Y/N), it’s absolutely stunning. Thank you.” 

The two of you didn’t start getting ready until after lunch, eating calmly in the empty Great Hall. In a few hours, the ball would be taking place. 

“Oh, I feel like a princess in this dress.” Nora said, twirling again behind you as you applied your makeup. Your hair had been cut to a near pixie cut, your hair slightly longer than the average boy’s. 

“I’ll meet you in the common room, N. I just need to put on my dress.” You said, and she flounced off. 

Careful to not mess up your makeup, you strode across the room and pulled out your dress from under your bed. You’d tried it on and admired it before, slipping it on now with no problem and grabbing your golden heels. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, the red dress falling in all the right places, the halter neckline careful not to choke you. The last thing you put on was a small good luck charm bracelet and golden stud earrings before you made your way downstairs, clutch in hand. 

“You look incredible.” Nora gasped. “I still don’t understand why no one-”

“It’s just us tonight, Nora. No boys or girls or imaginary dates are going to ruin that.” You said, hooking your arm around hers. “We’re the queens of Hogwarts tonight, and we’re going to act like it.” You thrust your chin up in the air, leading her down to the Great Hall. 

Fred had been looking for you as students trickled into the hall. He’d considered taking you to the ball, but had chickened out at the last second, figuring Angelina was a safe bet. After all, she was only a friend to him, and she had definitely figured out his interest in you, however small it seemed. 

He saw you and Nora appear on the stairwell after Hermione and his jaw dropped instantly. Angelina whistled. 

“They certainly know their transfiguration when it comes to these things.” She remarked. “Hmm. Maybe I’ll ask Nora to dance with me while you dance with (Y/N).” 

After the awkward first dances with the champions, Nora practically dragged you out onto the dance floor. Among the waltzing couples, the two of you danced to your own rhythm, unknowingly starting the real party. 

The Weird Sisters cranked up the volume and the energy within minutes, and you tangoed with Nora, the two of you laughing all the way. 

Eventually the two of you decided to take a break, and as the less sore one out of the two, you offered to retrieve some refreshments. When you arrived, Fred was talking to Nora, Angelina nowhere in sight. 

“Fred.” You nodded in acknowledgement. “Pumpkin juice, Nor.” You handed it to her, and she grinned. 

“Yeah, we didn’t come with dates.” Nora shrugged. “I was a little upset in the beginning, but (Y/N) was right. It’s just as fun with your best friend.” She giggled. 

Angelina appeared. “Hey, Nora, want to dance with me?” She offered, and your friend gladly accepted, leaving you alone with Fred. 

“You look stunning.” Fred said with a genuine smile, and you blushed, looking at the ground. “Was Nora right? About not having dates?” He sat next to you, looking at you even though you were slowly burning a hole into the ground. 

“Yeah. Nora’s a muggleborn, and she’s obsessed with fairy tales, so she was quite disappointed when nothing happened. But she looks like she’s having a good time.” You looked up to where Nora and Angelina were dancing. 

“What about you? Were you disappointed?”

You dodged the question. “One of the fairytales Nora’s always talking about is this one, Cinderella. She’s a maid, taking care of her evil stepmother and step-sisters, and the prince throws a ball. Obviously, she wants to go, but her stepmother forbids it, shredding the dress Cinderella made for herself for the ball. But then, a witch appears, and turns Cinderella into a princess for the night, shocking everybody. The spell only lasts until midnight, but she dances with the prince at the ball anyways and they fall in love. The clock starts to strike twelve and she runs from the prince, leaving behind a glass slipper before she has to transform back into a maid. Eventually, the prince finds her, and they live happily ever after.” You stared out into the crowd. 

“Fascinating.”

You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not, but you kept going. “So Nora has this idea that for this one night, we’re going to be princesses, and the whole school will change its mind about us, because we’re not exactly popular or anything. And she’d hoped to find a Prince Charming, and was especially set on me finding one too. I don’t know how on Earth she can believe in something like that. It’s just a silly children’s story.”

“Maybe it is, but we could try to make it real.” Fred mused. “Would you like to dance with me until the clock strikes midnight?” He asked. 

“What about Angelina?”

“We went as friends. Plus, I think she’s having a jolly good time with Nora over there.” He stood up, holding out his hand. “So what do you think?”

You looked at him with a small, shy smile. “I’d love to dance with you.” 

A few songs later, the two of you were swaying, too tired to actively dance. Anyways, it was a slow song. 

“I wanted to ask you to the ball, y’know. But I didn’t know if you’d accept, so I didn’t. That didn’t exactly work when you came down the stairs with Nora. Merlin, you’re beautiful.”

“Just tonight.” You reminded him. “Tomorrow I’ll be back to being invisible.”

“Not to me. You never could be.” He said, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “I like you a lot, (Y/N). I’m not a prince, but would you like to go with me?” 

“I’m not Cinderella either.” You said with a smile. “Because I’d like to stay with you after midnight, and longer, if you’d let me.”

“Of course.” He said, twirling you gently. “There’s nothing I want more than that.”

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