A drabble that popped into my head. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. :(
He'd refused, he'd whined, he'd cried and begged and pleaded, but to no avail. And once again, here he was, dressed in drag and hating every moment of it. Remus Lupin didn't know how he always got involved in these things. Or why he was always the one who had to wear the skirt.
Yes he did. It always involved Sirius threatening to tell Snape that Remus had… special dreams… about him.
"But I don't!" Remus cried as James and Sirius advanced on him holding the feminine garments. Sirius practically leered in reply.
"Do you think Snivelly will believe your protests? He's been longing for some action for so long he'll take it any way he can get!"
And so once again Remus Lupin was dressed as a girl, standing in a Hogwarts corridor and praying no one would recognize him.
He was really starting to hate the girls' uniform.