Rewritten and revised.


In her eyes, I'm Prince Charming
But to him, I'm just some fella, riding in and stealing Cinderella.

Fred Weasley looked at the Granger's house. It was a nice enough house; two story, a small balcony coming off the window that he knew was Hermione's. He'd come to see Hermione's father to ask permission to take his only daughter's hand in marriage.

After knocking on the door and being let in by Michael Granger, a tall, thin man who was slowing but noticeably losing his hair, he was left in the living room with pictures of Hermione throughout the years.

In the first picture, he saw Hermione was about five years old. She was wearing a pretty blue princess gown, and on the corner of the picture, it said in small handwriting, "Hermione as Cinderella; Halloween.". Her bushy hair had been tamed, obviously by many layers of hairspray and a very good flat iron. She was smiling, her teeth a little too big for her face. Her father was next to her, smiling as well, holding a bag of candy.

There was another picture of her, riding a muggle bike. She had a scared look on her face, and her father was again next to her, holding on the handle bars. Fred smiled slightly at this picture, her facial expression mirroring the one she had on the first time he had taken her on a broom.

Mr. Granger's gruff voice broke through his thoughts as he walked next to Fred, "Isn't she something?"

Fred glanced at him for a second, before looking back at the pictures. "She's amazing, she is."

The picture he was looking at was Hermione running through a sprinkler in a colorful one-pieced bathing suit. She was probably around eight, since she looked older, but not old enough to have been entering Hogwarts. She had red popsicle all over her face and was laughing.

Mr. Granger coughed,. "Well Frederick," he started, and Fred slightly winced at the use of his full name, "what can I help you with?"

Fred watched as he moved over to the chair that was only his, and nodded at him to sit down on the couch in front of him. Fred did so, swallowing the growing lump in his throat.

"Well..you see…" he started lamely. Damn, he thought, this was easier looking in the mirror.

"You want to marry her, don't you?"

Fred looked up, surprised. Mr. Granger said this with such ease, he was wondering if he imagined it. He nodded his head slowly."Well, I can't say I didn't see it coming. Take care of her," Mr. Granger said before he got up, nodded at Fred, and walked towards the kitchen. He looked back and said quietly, "Be good to my Cinderella."

Fred nodded his head before smiling. He took one look at the picture of Hermione as Cinderella before walking out the door and Apparating home.