A/N: Written by Elizabeth and Molly.

Dedicated to Frances. )

We know you hate us.

MOST CHARACTERS ARE OOC. It's supposed to be funny. ;)

Halloween night, a night for fun, laughter, and costumes.

Harry Potter inspected himself in a mirror, hearing Ginny, Luna and Hermione giggling behind him. "You look just like a girl." Ginny squealed, as Harry practiced his 'girl walk.' Ron sat in the armchair in the corner, almost gagging at the sight. The three girls decided to go to the ball as the three musketeers, except they had worn brown skirts instead of trousers. All were ready to go to the ball, even Ron, who was dressed as a muggle businessman. Harry, of course, was going as a girl, decked out in the lacy pink dress, white stockings and white pumps.

As they all headed out the portrait hole, Ron grabbed Harry's lace-covered arm and said quietly, "You sure you want to go like this, mate?"

Harry nodded, and laughed, however it came out as the same sounding giggle as the girls. Ron cringed. "It's scary how much you sound like them," He said. "I've been practicing for weeks." Harry replied proudly with a grin.

They walked into the Great Hall, and all eyes turned to Harry in shock. He had charmed black hair extensions and Ginny had curled them. Luna did his make up, though gave him shockingly pink eye shadow and berry pink lipstick.

Draco looked up after Blaise Zabini nudged him in the ribs. "Look," Blaise said, and Draco obliged. Who was that stunning girl? Leaving his jealous dance partner, he advanced on the 'girl.'

"Would you mind telling me your name?" He asked in his smoothest voice. Harry looked nervously at Ron from across the room, as if pleading for help. Ron urged him on, nodding his head vigorously. Harry shrugged, "Harietta." Harry said in a high voice. Draco didn't seem to notice how ridiculous he looked, and if he did, he didn't care.

"Nice to meet you, Harietta." Draco said. He liked the way it sounded, the way it rolled off his tongue like sugar. "Would you like to dance, Harietta?" Draco asked with a smirk.

"Er..." Harry stuttered. "Sure." He finally said, awkwardly taking Draco's hand and letting him lead him to the dance floor. He glanced at Ron, seeing that he was practically on the floor, laughing.

They began to spin and twirl. Harry was really getting into it. Draco ran a hand through his curls. "Your hair is so beautiful-" He began.

But the hair came out in his palm. A look of disgust crossed his features as he backed away from the 'girl.' "What are you?" He shrieked. Harry looked around for some explanation. Apparently the charm he used was shabby. Ginny, Luna and Hermione had worried expressions.

Harry had always been a good actor(ess).

Tears rolled from his eyes and he let out a high-pitched sob. "How could you?! I payed one hundred galleons for those extensions!" He turned, feeling his dress flip all around him, and ran out of the Great Hall. Or at least tried. He slipped on his pumps and fell flat on the floor, his dress going up over his head. Ginny jumped to her feet and trotted over to him, her mouth wide open in awe. She helped him up and guided him out of the Great Hall, the shocked murmurs buzzing in the room.

Once they were in the corridor, Ginny stopped to inspect his ankle, but looked up when she heard heavy footsteps. Dumbeldore stopped in front of them, examining Harry for a long moment, and turned away without a word, continuing to walk down the hall.

Ginny began to laugh, and Harry glared at her, a pink tint crawling up his cheeks, embarrassment coming over him. That made Ginny laugh harder. Amused tears spilled from her eyes.

And everyone remembered Harrietta...

Well, at least until they all disappeared in a cloud of spaghetti, that is.