What happens when Princess of England Amelia Rose gets a letter from Hogwarts asking would she like to attend the school. Everyone knows the story of her parents past when they went Hogwarts so they never let her attend. But after years and years of...
"Come on Princess we have to get ready!" Holly says.
"Stop calling me Princess, I've said you can just call me Amelia" I say sighing.
"Yeah but you might chop my head off" she says laughing and I join in.
"So what are you wearing?" She asks.
"Uhm I dont know, this?" I ask looking at the dress I've already been wearing.
"Babes, I know your a princess and all but like this is a party, and not any party it's A GRYFFINDOR PARTY you've gotta look sexy, this ain't no ballroom" she says wiggling her eyebrows
I was about to protest but gave in and nodded.
"Great I'll go get you a dress! You i don't know do your hair, your good at hair" she says leaving my room.
I sit at my dressing table and do a smoky eye with winged liner adding abit more bronzer, blush and high lighter on along with some black liner on my water line.
I keep my hair in the bounce curls I've had it in all day and soon Holly came in.
"YOU LOOK FIT! Now get changed in this"
I swear all this girl does is make me laugh. I go into the bathroom and see a tiny golden shimmery dress.
I put it on with my white heels and head out of my room to spray my perfume.
I look at Holly to see shes wearing a mini black corset dress with the same makeup as me and her hair in her tight curls.
Holly looks at me and pretends to fall.
"Ow! I just skidded my knee, falling for you" she says sarcastically.
"HAHAHHA HOLLY! You look gorgeous too! Come on I can hear the music."
"Alright at least let me introduce you out." Holly says and leaves the room.
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"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, Princess of England, Amelia Rose." Holly says and I walk out down the stairs.
I look around to see people looking at me mesmerised. Well I hope it's mesmerised.
"OH COME ON AMELIA!" Fred shouts clapping and I laugh joining him on the table.
"So what we drinking here then?" I ask looking at all the drinks.
"I mean your a princess so I don't know whether or not you should drink this or not..." he says luring fire whiskey into a shot gloss.
I smirk at him and drink it.
"Oo hoo hoo, Princess got sass" he says laughing at me and I join in.
"Come on let's get this party started!" I say walking to the dance floor with a glass of fire whiskey.
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FREDS POV:
As I leaned against the wall, cup of fire whiskey in hand, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Princess Amelia. She was dancing in the middle of the Gryffindor party, her golden gown shimmering like a beacon. The laughter and music faded into the background as I watched her twirl, completely lost in the moment. There was something about her that made my heart race, something that made me forget all the pranks and jokes I usually thrived on.
But then, reality hit me like a bludger. She was a princess, for Merlin's sake! What could a Weasley like me possibly offer her? I could see the way she lit up the room, surrounded by her friends, and I felt a pang of doubt. Who was I to think that someone like her could ever be interested in a guy like me? My family was known for chaos and laughter, not royal elegance.
Still, as the night went on, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was a connection between us. Every time our eyes met, it felt like a spark ignited. I knew I had to take a chance. After all, what was the worst that could happen? Maybe, just maybe, a princess could fall for a Weasley. And with that thought, I pushed myself off the wall, ready to make my move.
Wait I couldn't. What am I thinking off! I was about to go back on the wall till I see her collapse on the floor.
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AMELIAS POV:
I woke up with a pounding head ache.
How on earth did I get back in my room?
Oh no. What if my parents find out what happend.
"Hey sexy" Holly comes in.
"Hey Holls, how did I get up here?" I ask.
"You like collapsed on the dance floor with a bottle on fire whiskey in your hand, quite funny really so Fred Weasley brought you up" she says.
"Oh right okay... wait why are you in here?" I ask again.
"Oh yeah! Your parents want to see you their in the great hall where you guys noemally sit" she says leaving.
My eyes widen at her words.
Shit
Shit
Shit
Shit
I'm in deep shit.
I get into my blue dress and put my hair in a low bun spraying my perfume and putting concealer on the mascara that was running down my face and spraying shit loads of deaodrant on.
Gosh this isn't how a princess should be.
I walk out of the Gryffindor common room graceful and open the great hall doors where all the students are enjoy their breakfast and most Gryffindors looking moody and tired.
I look at my parents to see them looking at me dead in the eye. They looks mad. They put there arms across their chest and watched me as I walk along the hall gracefully.
"Goodmorning!" I say.
"Sit." My father says.
Shit.
A|N
THIS IS HOW I FEEL HOLLY WOULD LOOK LIKE
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