Harry Potter Imagines ⚠️Includes Smut⚠️

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Summary- When your mom sends you a Yule ball dress that she thinks is cute, it ends up being horrid. So when everyone makes fun of you for your dress, you become determined to fix it and make it the most beautiful dress anyone has ever seen. 

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Year- 4th

House- Gryffindor

Y/n= Your name

Y/l/n= Your last name

Warnings- none

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It was a few weeks before the Yule ball and your mom had sent you a letter a few weeks prior saying that she will be making your dress for you. Now, you love your mom with all of your heart, but her fashion sense is... unique. And the image you have in your head of what that dress will look like, it terrifies you.

Everyone was at breakfast when hundreds of owls came flying in, dropping off mail. You didn't expect anything today, so you just kept eating. But to your surprise, a box had been dropped on your head causing it to fall onto the ground. You groaned and rubbed your head while Ron, Harry, and Hermione laughed.

You just rolled your eyes and bent down to grab the, now dented, box. "What is this-" your eyes widened when you realized what it could be. You quickly opened it and pulled out the dress.

It was horrid. "What is that?" Hermione asked and drank a bit of her pumpkin juice. "My Yule ball dress," you said embarrassed.

She immediately spit out her drink, "That's your Yule ball dress?!" she yelled, making everyone look at you. "That's your Yule ball dress?" George asked you from across the table, you just nodded your head and looked down. Everyone started laughing at you. "Oh, can it! I'll fix it! Just you wait!" you yelled and put it back in the box.

"I don't think you can save that," Ron commented. "Let's not forget what you're wearing Ron, those dress robes are 'ghastly' according to Ginny," you sneered, making everyone laugh once more. You huffed and sat back down, stabbing your fork into your eggs. "I'll make this the most beautiful dress ever," you whispered to yourself.

After classes were over that day you darted to your dormitory to start fixing the dress. You opened your trunk and got out your sewing kit, ribbon, cloth, and basically anything you could find. You spent an hour drawing out a plan and then got to work.

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After two weeks of going to class, doing homework, and then spending about 4 hours working on your dress, it was almost complete. It only needed a few more flowers and a couple more pieces of sheer fabric.

"Hey Y/n!" you heard from behind you as you were walking to Defense Against the Dark Arts. You turned around to see Ron running to you with Harry behind him. "Hi Ron," you greeted him, "How's your day going?" he asked with a smile on his face. "Uh.. good?" you answered, "What's going on, Ron?".

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong," he said, Harry just hit his side. "Uh hu, alright I'll see you later," you told him, "Just ask her!" you heard Harry whisper. "Can I ask you a question?" Ron asked, causing you to look back at him, "Ask away," you told him. "Um, would you maybe want to go to the uh... ball with me? The, uh, Yule ball?" he asked. "Sure!" you agreed, almost a little too excited. "Really?" he beamed and you nodded. "Well, uh, great then!" he smiled and Harry patted him on the shoulder.

You giggled and turned on your heels to walk to class. That night you finally finished your dress. "Hermione!" you called from across your dorm room. "Yeah?" she asked. You held the dress up to your body and asked, "Does it look good?". Her eyes flew wide open, along with her mouth.

"That looks marvelous, how did you make it look that good?". "I honestly don't know," you chuckled and hung it up on your bed so that it wouldn't wrinkle.

"I think Ron's going to love it," she told you. "And I'm sure Krum will love yours," you winked and nodded your head toward her dress who was hanging up. She blushed and turned around to go back to her school work.

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The Yule ball came up quickly after that day and soon enough you and Hermione were in your dorm getting ready. "Y/n! Can you come and help me do my hair?" she asked from across the room. You walked over and fixed a few of her curls. She then turned around to see you in your dress.

"You look so pretty!" she squealed and hugged you. "Thanks, Hermione, well, I'm going to head there so that I can meet up with Ron," you told her and walked out.

You got to the stairs and peeked around the wall. You saw Harry, Parvati, Padma, and Ron all standing at the bottom. "Okay," you breathed out, "let's do this,". You walked into view and looked around at everyone in the hall. The boys looked up and looked like their breaths were taken away. You giggled and headed down the stairs.

"What is that?!," Ron asked, "What do you mean?" you asked. "Your dress! That thing was ugly! We were supposed to be ugly together! Well not that you're ever ugly, it's just-", "I fixed it, and now it's not ugly. And you don't look ugly. Your mom sent it to you, it wasn't your choice," you told him and caressed his face, causing him to blush.

"Y/n, you look gorgeous," Parvati told you, "Aw thank you," you told her, "you look very pretty too. Harry's lucky,".

Professor McGonagall then walked up and told Harry and Parvati that they had to go do the first dance. "Oh," Mrs. McGonagall said and looked at Ron's outfit, "as for you Mr. Weasley, you may proceed into the Great Hall with Miss Y/l/n,".

You both walked together and entered the Great Hall. "Woah," you gasped as you looked around, "this is gorgeous,". "Yeah, it is," Ron agreed. After that, the first dance happened and everyone else was invited to dance. "Come on Ron!" you said and dragged him onto the dance floor.

"Mr. Weasley put your hand on my waist," you told him, mimicking Professor McGonagall. "Oh shut up," Ron told you and rolled his eyes. "You got to do it, Weasley," you told him. He slowly put his hand on your waist and you two started dancing. Surprisingly, you two didn't mess up that much. As you and Ron were dancing he kept looking at your outfit.

"Eyes up here," you told him and giggled. He looked up really quick and blushed, "Um, I'm sorry for not saying this earlier, but, you look magnificent, Y/n. I just thought that I wasn't going to be the only bad-looking one at the ball today. But I guess with how you look all the time, I'll always be the bad-looking one,".

"What is that supposed to mean?" you questioned, "You always look gorgeous, and even with that old-god-awful dress you had, you still would have looked as beautiful as ever," he told you. You blushed and put your head on his shoulder. "Thanks, Ron, and even with these dress Robes, you still look handsome," you told him and rubbed his shoulder.

"How did you even change your dress this much? It had long sleeves and was short. Now it's straps and long," Ron asked, "I basically started from scratch. At first, I tried to just add on more length on the bottom and cut a V-neck into the dress, but that didn't work. So I used the fabric from the old dress and used it as the skirt for this dress, added some flowers and made a new top to the dress, " you informed him.

"Huh, well it looks gorgeous," he told you. "You've already said that," you told him, "And I'll say it again and again," he said. You just laughed and shook your head. He then pulled you closer and you danced in silence once again, it was truly a magical night.