Skirts Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

Okay cracky and silly and really fun. Rated Teen for suggestive themes. HPDM themes fluffy!verse and that smut will be in the second chapter once I'm done. Warning: Draco and Harry in skirts. I think I got a nose bleed. Warnings for Bottom!Tease!Draco and Desperate!dominant!Harry

Hermione cursed under her breath. She loved her boys she really did but this was the 4th time this week that Harry and Draco had been in the Hospital Wing because of their competitions. They loved each other—that much was obvious—after all they'd been through but ever since they started their 8th year it's been chaos. In-between their silly contests, trips to the hospital wing and detentions from said contests AND shagging; their grades were starting to slip.

And because of this she and Theo—the brains—were being mauled with begging and pleading for help. She wasn't expecting anything different from Harry but Draco used to be tied for top of the class! They were corrupting each other!

Draco was getting lazier about his responsibilities but increasingly more polite and charming. Harry's jokes were becoming border lining on Draco's mocking dry humor but his Potion's and Charm's marks were rising. Was rising. Things needed to change.

First step: stop the contests. Without those, there would be no mad Pomfrey, or detentions with Filch. She gave a wry smile. Couldn't stop the shagging though. It was almost sweet. They were always touching—from holding hands in class and hallways to every night in the common room where Draco would read with his head in Harry's lap while Harry would play Chess with Ron or Cards with Seamus. While she thought it was sweet, Ron still turns as green as Draco's tie when the couple kiss.

She smiled at them from her armchair by the fire. They had come back from hospital ten minutes ago with the promise of detention tomorrow. Harry gave her a curious glance as he and Draco scrambled to finish their essays. He was expecting a lecture on the importance of grades and safety but shrugged. He had an essay to do.

Hermione shook her head. Draco had been teaching Harry to look for things out of the ordinary and to be a little cleverer—but Harry was still oblivious as ever. He could notice things now but never analyze them.

Draco however noticed too. He paused and narrowed his eyes giving her a warning look that said quite clearly: Whatever you're up to, stop it now. He may sleep in the Lion's den now but he was still a snake to the core.

But she was the smartest witch of her time and she knew her boys. They wouldn't know what hit them.

Hermione had gone over everything with Headmistress McGonagall. The woman's thin lips had twitched into a smile at it and readily agreed hoping the humiliation would be a better incentive then detention. Hermione waited until Sunday morning to tell them her plan. Ron choked on his porridge.

"Can you repeat that please?" Draco asked dryly from his perch on Harry's lap. Fighting a grin Hermione said clearly: "I propose a final composition between you two with higher stakes. A seekers game. The whole school will be there. Everyone loves to watch you two fly. It sets a good example for other students to put aside their differences or to blow off steam with friendly competition. Only we have higher stakes here. It will give the school a good laugh and I think it will bring you two… closer."

Draco caught the hesitation. "What are the stakes?"

"If Harry catches the snitch in less than 60 minutes then you wear a Gryffindor girl's uniform for a school day. If you catch the snitch then Harry wear's a Slytherin girl's uniform for a day. It's the ultimate challenge."

"No." Harry said hastily setting his jaw. Draco laughed confident. He had beaten Harry in seeker's games before. "Why? Are you afraid to lose to me?" He twisted a little and winked at his boyfriend. "Scared Potter?"

Harry laughed this time. "You wish." He frowned a little starting to warm up to the idea. "I would love to see the Ice Prince in drag, only you would be insufferable if you lost… but the skirt…" Draco pinched his arm. "Ow! What'd I say?"

Hermione saw her window of opportunity. She slid the contract across the table. "Sign here." Draco snatched the quill out of her hand. "I'm going to make you eat your words. Me in a skirt…Ha!" He signed the contract with a flourish still mumbling to himself.

Harry grabbed the quill scowling. "Just you wait. I've beaten you before." He scribbled his name.

Harry smirked and leaned in close so only Draco could hear. "And I can't wait to do all sorts of wicked things to my naughty little schoolgirl." He subtly licked the shell of Draco's ear and the blonde shuddered, seriously considering blowing the whole damn thing to find out exactly what those things were. Harry, the creatively kinky pervert, knew exactly how to drive him (the naughty machovist) over the edge. But… then again… blackmail and gloating rights…he'll just wear a skirt later. At least he knew what to do for Harry's next birthday.

Hermione smiled at their antics. Thankfully it seemed Draco was too…distracted to ask questions like he would've if he'd been alone.

Ron wasn't though. "What are you up too? You hate their contests." He leaned close in a conspiratal whisper. It looked like sweet nothings, between a sweet couple but the words were anything but teasing. He was worried for Harry—and maybe a little for Draco too. "I promise not to hurt them. Only their pride will be hurt. Hurt enough for neither of them to do another damn contest of stupidity." Ron grinned. He got it. "I'm going to take pictures and sell them to Fred and George." She kissed his nose. "That's the spirit only…" She looked uneasy. "This may not work. I may have started an all-out war." Her eyes tracked the couple as they walked out arms wrapped around each other, swaying, bumping each other's hips in a miniature competition. It wasn't just their grades at stake. One of these days their contests might go too far and their relationship might suffer. She couldn't sit around and watch that happen. She loved her boys, she really did, but enough was enough.

The posters had brought out most of the school. Everyone knew they were the best flyers and to watch them fly was nothing short of amazing. But, while in their normal seekers games they flew circles, around each other playfully, today it was much tenser for they both had their pride at stake. The posters had stated the consequences of losing and the audience had been shouting crude and suggestive comments to both of them. Harry gritted his teeth as another cat-call reached his ears. He was getting increasingly frustrated and the clock was ticking down. He glanced across the field at his boyfriend and felt a shiver. It was too much like their old rivalry days. He was starting to think these competitions were become too intense. He was jarred when the bell rang signaling the halfway mark.

Draco was circling the pitch getting more agitated, harry noticed. Draco was a good seeker; he just gets easily distracted like a Hufflepuff with something shiny. They had each seen the snitch numerous times but it had outmaneuvered them both.

Suddenly he saw it! Far below, hovering near the grass waiting. Harry shot downward, a scarlet blur, always keeping the damn thing in sight. Draco was an emerald shape in the corner of his eye. As he stretched out his fingers he blinked and shot upwards darting his eyes around looking for it. The snitch had disappeared!

Draco hovered close to him. "Did you catch it?" The blonde asked anxiously. Harry shook his head. "I didn't. It's gone."

Draco scoffed. "That's ridiculous. I didn't see it fly away." He narrowed his eyes and bit his lip. Harry waited knowing that was a (adorable) habit of Draco's when he was thinking hard. "Harry does this game seem—"

"And it seems the snitch has outmaneuvered our top seekers yet again. Perhaps you two have a thing for skirts?" A woman's voice rang loud and clear, through the speakers and the crowd roared more cat-calls. They came all the way down here for an hour and were going the make the most of insulting the boys. It was incredibly entertaining to gasp and shout and pretend the snitch was on one side of the stadium to confuse the seekers.

It didn't help that Hermione was running commentary.

As one the boys sent Hermione in the commentator's box the two fingered salute and took off in opposite directions, Harry shooting a desperate glance at the clock.

Hermione twirled her wand in her hand and grinned as she took the notice-me-not charm off the snitch. Everything was working out perfectly! Ron sat beside her with a box of chocolate frogs. He eyed her. "Are you sure you're not in Slytherin?"

"I paid attention when Draco was telling Harry than to win against your opponent you have to find their weakness, distract the victim, and use them to their advantage of their own free will. Manipulate, distract and disguise your intentions to make it look like it was all their idea. Wait until they're at their weakness then go in for the kill. In this case? Their humiliation will be worse than death for them. Well… until later in private, then if the look on Harry's face when he thought of it was any clue then Draco won't be able to walk for—'

Ron interrupted "I don't want to hear that." He grimaced. The one time he saw them making out on the common room couch gave him nightmares for a week. He looked back at his girlfriend and offered her a chocolate frog. "You're the best 'Mione just don't ever do this to me okay?" She smiled and bit into the frog, flicking her wand in a complicated movement, giving the illusion that there was more than one snitch on the pitch.

She kissed him and said: "I wouldn't as long as you didn't give me a reason too, Ron. Also I want a copy of those pictures. And make sure Fred and George don't do anything stupid with those. If they get on the daily prophet, harry and Draco would never forgive me."

"Ok Hermione I promise. And I love you but you're scary as hell sometimes." She smiled. "I know Ronald I know." They turned their attention back to the game. 15 minutes left.

Draco snarled as the snitch slipped through his fingers yet again. Harry stopped beside him and watched as Draco cursed. This didn't feel right at all. "This means more to you." He said simply.

Silver eyes flew to his. "What?" Harry smiled a little. He looked so shocked. "Why are you so Hell bent on beating me?"

"I'm Gay, Potter I'm already bent and going to Hell." Draco didn't look him in the eye. Harry reached out and tugged Draco's chin making the Slytherin look at him. "Why do you want to win so badly?"

"My pride?" It sounded like a guess. Harry shook his head. "Try again"

A guilty expression passed across his face then came back and stayed there accompanied by a pretty blush. Draco looked down. "Because you're always better than me." He said it clearly. Malfoy's never mumble.

Harry blinked. "Is that why you love the contests? So you can best me?"

"No!" Draco said quickly. "It's not just that!" The blush grew. "When you get competitive and serious your eyes glow and you get so intense. It's really fucking hot."

Harry smirked and Draco got a really bad feeling that he wasn't going to walk properly tomorrow. "Did I ever tell you that sometimes I like to annoy you and get on your nerves; that I like to win because you're stunning when you're angry you little brat." Harry kissed his nose to contradict the harsh words. "No more contests after this alright?"

Draco smiled like a snake. "Deal, but, I'm going to win. I'm not going to wear a skirt on a Monday."

Harry grinned. "Will you wear one on a Tuesday?" He asked hopefully. Draco gave him a sidelong glance looking up then down and stopped at Harry's groin. Teasingly he looked up and winked. "Maybe. If I have the right persuasion."

Harry's throat was suddenly dry. "Then I'm definitely going to win so I can see you in one every day of the fucking week." With that, together they shot forward and separated, concentrating.

The clock was ticking but Harry barely noticed. The snitch was floating right there in the middle of the field in-between the two of them.

20 seconds…

They shot forward at the same time eating up the distance…

10 seconds…

He could see Draco clearly now, for once in his life completely focused on the little golden ball and not Harry…

7…

He could see the snitch perfectly, gold wings a blur as it hovered…

5…

Draco was lighter but Harry's broom was slightly faster. The crowd jumped to their feet watching as it seemed the two seekers would collide head on. Harry narrowed his eyes, the roar of the crowd drowned out by the roaring of blood in his ears.

1…

Then the roar of the buzzer drowned out everything else as Harry grabbed at the snitch and silver eyes met green in a flash of panic and the two swerved sharply to avoid each other just barley touching, both doing text-book perfect barrel rolls of to each side.

Harry breathed deeply his heartbeat loud. Then he heard the screaming. The crowd was going crazy. Harry opened his hand to find the snitch. His eyes flew towards the timer. The timer counted how much time had passed and was spelled to stop once the snitch had been caught. It stopped at 1 hour and 3 seconds.

He caught the snitch and won! But… lost at the same time… And Draco lost but if Harry lost at the same time that meant Draco won at the same time too… was it a tie then? But the contract stated…

In mounting horror his eyes met Draco's in that awkward moment when you hear the dull thud of a trap being closed around you.

The whole thing had been rigged.

"HERMIONE!"

The outraged howls were music to her ears. She tugged the microphone towards her. "Sorry boys, but according to the contract you signed, you both lost. Pansy and I will take care of the details. You just have to show up tomorrow looking pretty. Have fun."

Harry and Draco looked at each other. "How far do you think we can run before she can catch us?" Harry asked. "Why would we do that? We'd just die tired."

"Oh and don't even think about running." Her voice boomed again. "The contract clearly states—if you had bothered to read it—that if you try to get out of your losing penalty, then I have permission to turn you both into girls for a month." They heard Ron laughing hysterically in the background. "And they'll be ugly girls too. Just a warning."

They were left on the pitch, speechless. After a few moments Draco let out a strangled laugh. "Forget Ravenclaw. That girl should've been in Slytherin." He sounded strangely proud.

That caused Harry to start laughing. Hard.

The torture began the next morning. By order of Pansy and Hermione they had to get up extra early to be ready by breakfast. They sat side by side on the couch in the room of requirement.

"Why are we here again?" Draco scowled. He wasn't a morning person at all. He lived in the dungeons for years. Sunlight and mornings were non-existent.

Pansy rolled her eyes at her friend. "We know you're not willing transvestites but since you are for a day, we're going to make you look hot. Drakey has the legs for it."

"Ha-ha" came the dry response. Harry kept silent, mostly because he agreed with her. The next instant he was dragged into an adjoining room and Draco was left alone to Pansy's mercy. She smiled like a snake and poor Draco got a very bad feeling.

30 minutes later he felt very confused. He didn't know whether it was a good idea to be a hot girl or not, but he was one anyway. He was wearing black shoes with red knee high socks and like all girls spring uniforms had a grey skirt that reached his knees and a white blouse with the Gryffindor crest and red and gold tie. His hair was softer and his bangs fell artfully in front of his eyes.

A noise from the other room drew their attention and Harry slipped out, followed by Hermione. "Very nice" Draco purred. Harry was dressed the same as Draco only with green socks, Slytherin crest and green and silver tie that matched his eyes. With some clever spell work from the girls' their faces became softer, their hair a bit longer and touches of makeup here and there.

Harry looked good, and if Harry's speechless reaction was anything to go by… Draco was apparently hotter than Hell. Draco smirked and spun in a circle causing the skirt to flare up and teasingly show the black silk knickers he wore. Boxers would show and briefs would be too bulky so… based on Harry's shudder and eyes fixed on his legs and arse… it was a good thing.

Draco knew exactly how to drive his newly appointed Slytherin wild. And why not do something a little out of character? He was a newly appointed Gryffindor after all. Draco assumed an innocent pose and giggled softly, tactfully shifting his legs so the skirt would ride up.

Harry gulped.

Draco gave a small teasing smile and skipped over to his boyfriend. He took two fingers and tilted his head up until green eyes clouded with arousal met his. He leaned close and whispered in his ear. "Harry dear, your drooling." Harry snapped his jaw shut. "Sorry" came the muttered reply.

Hermione and Pansy looked on apparently forgotten, watching the cunning blonde torture his boyfriend while the Golden Boy not-so-subtly eye-fucked him.

Stepping away, Draco turned and swayed his hips as he bent down, feeling the fabric of the skirt brush his legs as he adjusted the strap of his book bag. His Lion made an odd, choked off noise in the back of his throat. It sounded like a groan. "Is something wrong Harry darling?" his voice dripped with silky sweet innocent concern.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." Harry's voice nearly cracked. "Well then since breakfast is in ten minutes I suggest we should start our way down so we don't break the contract." Draco sashayed past their friends. "Ladies" The girls giggled and walked out of the room. Harry stopped and leaned close to his boyfriend from behind to drag his nails up the blonde's thigh.

"You do realize," his voice was a low timbre, dangerous with desire. "That the next chance I get I'm dragging you up here, shoving you against the wall and fucking you until scream my name like the pretty little bitch you are."

Draco shivered and pressed back against him, momentarily caught up in the fantasy. "I realize this." He said evenly. "I'm surprised you haven't done it yet. Apparently Gryffindors have more self-control than I thought."

If they thought the torture of the morning was bad, the day was even worse. They walked down to the Great Hall dodging as many people as they could but they couldn't escape the inexorable. By the time they made it to the doors they had gained a steady stream of people and a crowd formed behind them. Hermione stepped forward and faced the crowd, hands up for silence.

"Okay boys, its 8:00 now. As punishment for taking part in these ridiculous contests and then both losing a bet because of it you have to survive 12 hours at the mercy of your peers. You have to stay in the uniforms until 8:00 tonight and must stay with someone not participating at all times. You may not hex, curse or throw anyone ridiculing you into the lake" She gave Draco a pointed look "For they have every right to do so and you both deserve it. However, if anyone physically hurts you, you have my permission to do whatever the Hell you'd like. Any violation of these will call for immediate forfeit and you both will spend the next month as girls. Do you understand?" they both nodded meekly. She smiled. "Good luck." She turned and pushed open the doors. As the crowd surged around them to breakfast Harry and Draco looked at each other and sighed.

Draco took Harry's hand. "Let's get this over with; at least we know we can't get any gayer." They walked in and sat close together at the Gryffindor table. Draco glared not liking the way a Hufflepuff boy was staring at his arse. Only Harry could do that. Harry put his arm around him protectively.

And so began the first day of Hell.

Harry didn't like Mondays. Mondays meant more work and a whole week of more work on top of that. He hated this Monday even more for 5 reasons.

1) Was the shoes. They were uncomfortable and tight. If he didn't take them off a bit each class, his feet would fall asleep.

2) Was the laughter that followed him everywhere and not being able to do a damn thing. His face was permanently red and his ears were burning.

3) Were the stares. The creepy stares the pervs of the school gave him. The stares that always seemed to crawl up his skirt. He hated it. He had to clench his teeth and count to 20 so he wouldn't curse them into a pile of ash. It was humiliating.

4) Was the fact that he only had a limited number of classes with Draco. And while his friends were great support (once Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean had gotten over their giggle attacks) it was still more comforting to have someone there sharing your misery. There also was the sinking realization that Draco was probably getting eyes up his skirt too. Draco was sex on legs, in skirt or out, so when they had separate classes the only thing Harry wanted to do was race to Draco's class and handcuff his boyfriend to him in this overwhelming urge to protect what was his. (He also wanted to bend the blonde over the nearest available surface but that was beside the point.)

Only then he realized during his very last class that he needed Draco to save him as well.

This brings us to reason number five: Snape.

8 hours of school in a day. Harry had survived 7 and now he had to put up with Defense alone. If Draco was there, Snape wouldn't have dared laugh. And laugh he did. No one had ever heard the Slytherin Head of House laugh before. Most thought he wasn't capable of the act. Most doubted he could even smile.

But the moment he caught sight of Harry he braced himself on his desk and laughed. It was deep and hoarse from years of disuse. He closed his eyes to hold back tears of mirth. Harry sat stiffly in his seat trying to tune the professor out. Hermione hid a smug smile and Ron patted him on the shoulder, sympathetic.

Harry took deep breaths to stop himself from running out of the room. Snape wiped at his eyes and grinned like a snake that had cornered his mouse and was just prolonging its death for fun. "Who's…" he stopped to catch his breathe. "Whose brilliant idea was this?"

Hermione raised her hand "Mine sir, so they would stop doing foolish contests that ended in the hospital wing. Draco's in one too." The teacher tried valiantly to erase the smirk from his face but gave up when he realized it unnerved his students even more. "Yes Miss Granger I saw my godson, but unlike Potter, he didn't look like a virgin transvestite schoolboy in a skirt that would do a hooker proud. And as a Slytherin too!" The teacher snickered as professionally as he could as harry sank low in his seat, glowering menacingly hoping it was as freighting as Draco's.

The Defense teacher took no notice, instead spinning around and barking at everyone to turn to page 439 in their textbooks. There was a canopy of sound as everyone scrambled to do as they were told and Snape started the lesson.

"Today we will be talking about the dangers of a Veela who'd mate has just died. The Veela will only feel great rage and heartache and will go on a rampage…" When the lesson was finally over Harry bolted and ran all the way from Defense to the Charms wing where Draco stood talking to Blaise. The dropped his bag and stepped behind Draco and hugged him hard burying his face in his fine hair breathing deeply. "Harry?"

"Too bad the Dark Lord isn't around because I really want to kill someone right now."

Draco snorted. "He'd die of laughter first considering you're in a dress. Bad day was it?"

"Horrible." Came the muffled reply. "Snape called me an ugly virgin transvestite." Blaise barked out a laugh. "He called Draco a cheap lesbian prostitute." Harry looked at Draco. "Let's never piss off Hermione again okay?" Draco leaned back against him and turned to kiss him "Agreed. Astronomy Tower?"

"Nope!" Blaise crowed "You have to have a babysitter at all times remember?"

"You just want to make more lesbian jokes about me don't you?" Blaise grinned, nodding happily. Harry picked up his bag and laced his fingers through Draco's. "Let's go outside. It's quieter." Blaise of course tagged along and they were joined by Ron, Pansy, Theo, Seamus, Luna, Hermione and Neville. Together they fanned out on the grass beneath a tree and started their homework.

The hours passed by with random chatter, called questions and shouted answers, complaints, laughter and jokes of old and new friends. It was nice.

Dinner was another matter altogether. For Harry at least. He still had the shoes, still had the itchy pornographic skirt and the worst was that he now had Draco in his lap. Who was torturing him. Slowly.

Ice cream was not supposed to be consumed in such a manner. Only no one told that to Draco. The blonde bastard wasn't even doing it on purpose! Draco had felt he deserved a small reward for not hexing anybody today. The reward? Chocolate ice cream with fudge sauce and cream. The boy had the biggest sweet tooth imaginable. No wonder he had to take up Quititch—he'd gotten fatter than Dudley at Christmas time without them. It should've been obnoxious but like all the other quirky little traits it just made the blonde even more charming and oddly human.

But Draco's love of chocolate was becoming increasingly distracting. Every spoonful of the desert earned a small moan only Harry could hear. When a piece of fudge stuck to the spoon Draco would take his wicked pink, pink tongue and lick the offending piece of chocolate. And when Draco had taken the spoon in his mouth and sucked—well that was just too much for Harry. He slid his hand stealthily up Draco's skirt to stroke the inside of his pale thigh. Draco gave one last lick and internally smiled. He wasn't even halfway done and Harry was already hard for him. He couldn't feel it through the skirt because of a carefully placed confining charm but his suspicions were confirmed when Harry whispered in his ear. "Stop that"

Draco turned a little to face him and shifted in his lap grinding softly down. His eyes were full of wide-eyed innocence. "Stop what?" he purred like a contented cat. That was the sound that made his Lion lose control. A hand clenched on his thigh, digging short nails into his skin. Draco masked his hiss of pleasure by scooping another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

His body flushed with heat as his boyfriend stroked his panties and whispered in his ear: "Stop eating the ice cream like you're the star of a porno. Stop molesting the spoon because all it picture is you taking that little pink tongue and licking me all over before I pound you into the mattress until we shake the wall and break the bed." Then Draco could feel the smirk against his neck. "Stop sucking on it like a lesbian prostitute."

The blonde elbowed his in the ribs and muttered 'bastard' loud enough for Ron to hear. "What?" Harry grinned. "Just reminding Draco that Snape called him a cheap lesbian prostitute." Ron started to laugh. "That's almost as bad as the ugly transvestite." Harry nodded. "Well I'd hate to be a pretty one. Draco here though could pass off as a girl no problem."

The lesbian in question smacked him over the head and continued eating his ice cream. He loved chocolate. They all looked up as Hermione stood. "Alright boys, have you learned your lesson?" People around them quieted so they could hear.

"Not to piss you off?" guessed Draco

"To read contracts before signing them?" asked Harry

Hermione looked annoyed "Yes well—"

"That Harry looks horrible in a skirt?" a couple people snickered.

"That Draco could pass off as a prostitute in a lesbian whore house?" a few spectators 'ooohed' and even dared to laugh. Draco noted the faces and told himself to hex their balls off later. "How about—'

"The lesson you learned" Hermione stressed. "Is to pay attention to your school work instead of acting in feats of stupidity that get you hurt." They stared. "You did all of this" Draco started slowly "Just to get us to do our homework?"

Hermione blushed. "Well yes"

Draco looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. "I'd really hate to see what you would do if you were really mad at us."

Hermione smiled and waved them off. "You're free to go. You can go change." They looked at each other and scrambled to get out of there leaving behind the chatter of people and melting ice cream. Hermione sat down smiling and held Ron's hand.

He kissed her cheek. "You're a genius 'Mione" she grinned amused. "You have blackmail pictures don't you?" He nodded happily. "They're already on their way to Fred and George and I'm going to be 30 gallons richer." He grew silent as Snape and McGonagall approached the table. "I believe congratulations are in order Miss Granger." Snape began. "For keeping my Godson in line." He produced a photo; a hint of a smile was at the corner of his lips. "And ensuring he remains so for the next few years."

The photo was of Draco in a bathroom earlier today, fixing his hair and adjusting his skirt looking exactly like a girl. His legs looked softer in the light, the skirt accenting the tiniest of curves in his hips and the angle and design of the blouse made his have the impression of having breasts. His longish blonde hair was free flowing and soft. His elegant hands and long arms didn't help. The only implication that the figure was male was the urinals in the background.

Ron gaped and Snape withdrew the photo smirking now. "Ten points to Gryffindor" was all he said as Minerva ushered him away. "That picture" Ron moaned. "Would've been worth hundreds"

Hermione laughed out loud. She loved her boys, she really truly did.