Ron's New Clothes
by
FrivolousFlare (Flare - Ravenclaw)
Character - Ronald Weasley
Fairytale - The Emperor's New Clothes
Ronald Weasley was confused. Why, you ask? Well, he had woken up to find himself in a large, hexagonal room with cream walls, gilt coving and purple curtains around his bed. He was dressed in pyjamas of the finest silk and golden thread, and even had gold rings and precious stones on his fingers. He pushed himself out of bed, glancing around.
A man came into the room and opened the pair of rich purple curtains in front of the window, letting in a barrage of light. The man then turned to Ron and bowed. "Good Morning, Your Highness."
"Bloody Hell…" Ron breathed.
"Is something wrong, Your Highness?"
"Bloody Hell…"
"Your Highness?"
"…Bloody Hell!"
The man arched his eyebrows, looking quite confused. Ron, however, looked around in amazement. He then noticed a wardrobe and ran over to it, throwing it open. "Wow…" he exclaimed, looking at all the fine clothes.
"Your Highness; your breakfast is ready." The voice came from the doorway where another man with bright red hair stood, pushing a pair of glasses further up his nose.
"Percy!"
"Yes, Your Highness?" Percy enquired. Ron blinked a few times then smirked. However, just then his stomach growled. Percy moved aside, letting a few others men roll in a trolley stacked with food. Ron's mouth watered. Percy smiled wryly. "I'll leave you alone with your breakfast," he said before leaving and closing the door behind him. Ron shot toward the trolley and began eating, forgetting about the first man in the room.
A bit later, Ron was dressed in expensive clothes and sitting on a soft, red sofa in a large room. A man with a puffy purple outfit ran in. "Two men wish to meet with you, Your Highness. They claim to be the best seamstresses in the land."
"Show them in," Ron said lazily, waving his hand. The man nodded and left, returning a few minutes later with two men in tow.
Both had coppery hair, blue eyes and wide grins, and both wore simple green tunics. They stepped forward and spoke as one.
"Your Highness. We are the best seamstresses in the land, and wish to make you a suit, more fabulous and fine than any suit you already own!"
"Oh really?" Ron didn't bother sitting up straight. The two, who he had recognised as his brothers Fred and George, smirked.
"Indeed, Your Highness," one said.
"It will be the very best," the other added.
"And what makes this suit so amazing?" Ron asked.
"What makes it so fabulous, is that only those who are wise or fit for their job shall be able to see it!"
"I see…I shall have one!" Emperor Ron decided. "Make me one at once!"
"Of course, Your Highness." They bowed. "However, before we can start, we shall require the correct materials and resources."
"Of course! Just ask my servants, they shall provide."
"Thank you, Your Highness." They bowed again and left the room. Ron smirked to himself. Being an Emperor wasn't half bad.
The two seamstresses locked themselves in a room for the next few days. However, everyday, one would leave the room to ask for more gold, silver and jewels for the suit, and everyday the treasure would be left outside their room, along with good food and fine wine. Ron, however, soon got impatient. He called Percy to him and told him to go along to the seamstresses' room and see how they were getting on. Percy complied and went down.
He knocked on the door and was soon met by one of the twins. "Yes?"
"The Emperor wishes to see how the suit is coming," Percy said stiffly. The seamstress smiled and ushered him in.
"Of course. Come, see the suit so far! Look at the extravagant colours!"
"The beautiful patterns!"
"The fine silk!"
"The golden thread!"
Percy rubbed his eyes as the brothers pointed to various bits of air by a spinning wheel. "Um…It's…it's…it's fabulous!"
The twins grinned impishly. "We're glad you think so. Now, go forth and tell your Emperor that he needn't worry, for the suit shall be ready soon!"
More days passed, and again the Emperor grew bored. He called his Butler, Harry, to him and told him to see how the suit was coming along. Harry bowed and left the room.
"The Emperor wishes to know how the suit is coming along," Harry said after knocking on the door to their room.
"Why don't you come and see for yourself?" one twin asked. Harry entered the room and looked around for the clothes, but couldn't see them.
"Well, what do you think?" the other twin asked.
"Why, it is…amazing!" Harry exclaimed, not wishing to appear stupid or unfit for his job. "The colours are simply fantastic!"
"That's what we thought." The twins smirked.
"I shall tell the Emperor immediately!" Harry proclaimed before disappearing out of the room.
Yet more days passed until Emperor Ron could take it no more. He marched to the seamstresses' room and knocked on the door. "I demand to know when this suit shall be ready!"
There was a pause until the door creaked open. "Why, Your Highness…we were just coming to tell you that it is finished!"
"It is?" Ron brightened immediately. "Well, I must try it on at once!"
The twins led Ron to his Royal Chambers and told him to undress. Ron did so hesitantly and the brothers started to mime putting clothes on him, instructing Ron to close his eyes.
"I cannot feel any material on me," he said.
"That is because it is so light, you can hardly feel it!"
"I shall feel as thought you are wearing nothing!"
"I see…"
When they had finished dressing him, they took Ron in front of a mirror and told him to open his eyes. When he did, he was quite amazed by the sight.
"Do you like them Your Highness?"
"Uhh…"
"Do you like the extraordinary colours?"
"And the astonishing patterns?"
"The beautiful silken sleeves?"
"The fabulous gold and silver lining?"
"The jewel encrusted neck line?"
"The marvellous belt?"
"Um…" Ron paused. "Yes?"
"Your Majesty, it was a pleasure to make this suit for you! You are truly worthy of wearing such glorious material!" they enthused. Ron nodded.
"Indeed."
"Sadly, we must be on our way," Fred said.
"The King of Plug-Sockets has requested a hat made from the hide of a Train," George added, shaking his head.
"Have fun," Ron said. The two left, leaving him alone with his 'suit'. He then called his servants to him and announced that he would show off his new suit to his kingdom. The staff tried not to stare at his crown jewels and nodded before running off to call everyone in the streets out.
Soon, Ron was standing on a wooden platform, his hands on his hips as he was carried through the town, showing off his suit. The crowds watched with wide-eyes, trying not to let on to their neighbours that they could see nothing of the fabulous suit. Ron smirked to himself; this was brilliant. Everyone was staring at him and his amazing suit.
They were almost at the end of the street when a voice laughed. Ron turned, the crowds turned, to look at the person. It was a young woman, with bushy brown hair and large front teeth. Ron frowned. "What are you laughing at?"
"What am I laughing at?" The women smiled. "I'm laughing at you. You've got no clothes on!"
There was a moment of silence as the rest of the audience glanced at each other. Ron felt his neck and ears heating up, a red bloom spreading over his skin. The girl was still laughing, and was soon joined by the rest of the crowds, and soon everyone was jeering and shouting, "The Emperor's got no clothes on!"
Ron woke up in a cold sweat, his skin bright red. He looked around and, to his relief, he was in his own room, in his own bed, in his own pyjamas and not naked. He looked at the bed next to his and saw Harry looking at him cautiously.
"You alright, Ron? You screamed."
"Harry," Ron panted. "Remind me never to eat cheese-flavoured Bertie-Bots-Beans before bed, again!"