Hey sorry for the long wait. I hope you love this. This will be a short one on Harry's perspective on the Cinderella story. I don't own any of the characters.
Harry's emerald eyes opened as fast as a lightning bolt, without even seeing his surroundings, he instinctively closed them, they were burning from all the transitions of the light. He brought his hands up to his eyes to rub them. As he did so however, he noticed his glasses weren't on his face. He once more opened his eyes this time meeting the concerning gazes of the people surrounding him, none of these remotely made him that much more aware of his appearance for he was used to it by now.
A wave of curiosity struck him as to were he was and what he was doing there, it also made him that much more curious as to how he could see so clearly without the use of his glasses. His eyes lingered over the masses of people, until finally settling on one person in particular. Ron. But then again he had a good reason to look at Ron as if he had just sprouted two heads. He was wearing one of the ugliest items of clothing Harry had seen (other then the Yule ball robe).
Ron was wearing a dress. Yes a dress. It was the most hideous shade of pink ever known to man kind, the green puffed up shoulders and the frills really added even more grotesqueness to the awful clothing. It didn't help either that there was so much layers Harry could have sworn that you could fit four enormous boulders underneath it and still have enough room for a baby elephant. Then there was the overly big, chunky jewellery tied around his neck and wrist. To add on to all of this, he was wearing way to much make up and resembled a clown.
Harry doubled over, laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. He fell backwards and hit the floor with such force he winded himself. After centuries of laughing, Harry finally stopped. He tried to get himself up off the floor, but he couldn't manage to pull himself up. He finally realized the cause of his struggle, much like Ron he too was wearing his own monstrous dress. With the exact same hugeness to it, the only difference was that his was green with pink frills.
He then of course noticed, he was lying on the floor. Not that that was a huge problem, but people could see up his dress. He rose from the ground, to meet the horrified glare of Malfoy's. Harry thought he'd never seen Malfoy look so disgusted, in all his life.
"No, is the answer to that question, you are absolutely mad!" Malfoy stated and turned to walk away.
Harry grabbed his arm..
"I didn't even ask you anything?" He defended. For he was a thousand times sure, he didn't and that he only just got there.
"You asked me to dance with you, now let go of me or I won't hesitate to ask my guards to escort you out of the building." Harry's eyes bulged out of his head, he asked Malfoy to dance with him. This was officially the worst day ever. He reached for his wand, to get a curse to hit Malfoy with, but his wand was not with him. As Malfoy strode away from him, the doors to the building be was in opened and in came no other than Ginny. She looked stunning and everyone was staring at her beauty, Harry mentally shook himself, this was Ron's little sister. If Ron knew what he was thinking he would have smacked Harry so hard, Harry would have been sent to the hospital wing. Besides him and Ginny had only become friends for a couple of months, but he couldn't deny that whenever she was around the butterflies in his stomach fluttered around so much it hurt.
He watched as Malfoy walked up to her and offered her his hand. He scoffed Ginny would never ever say yes to Malfoy. However when she took his hand in hers. Harry's blood pressure rose, how could she say yes to him, and why was Malfoy Prince charming.
"I should've been Prince Charming, I should have been the one dancing with Ginny." Harry thought.
"It's awful isn't it, I mean we are much more beautiful than her. How could the Prince want to dance with her and not us." Ron said as he came to stand shoulder to shoulder with Harry.
He watched them dance together with a scorn embedded on his features, for a long time. He knew he was in the story of Cinderella by know, Dudley had loved gloating in Harry's face about how he got everything. The only thing Harry did when he lived with the Dursley's was work for them, but when he had time he sometimes like to read, he only had two books but he would re-read them thousands of times, one of which being a fairy tale book. But the lighting was impossible to read in especially if your room was actually just a cupboard under the stairs, which his was.
The clock struck twelve and he watched Ginny run out of the ballroom. A couple of minutes later, however with a flash of green and blue, Harry was transported into another place.
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