AN: YAY new story for all my fans! I am attempting a feat I have never tried before: drabbles. 100 drabbles to be precise. I shall need lots of help to conquer this mountain and am calling on you, loyal readers, to help me with ideas and love.
Harry sighed deeply as he slumped in his uncomfortable chair. Hermione had dragged him out shopping with her because she needed "a man's opinion". Ron was taking her on a picnic tomorrow afternoon and apparently, she had nothing 'cute' to wear. So, Harry had to judge the outfits she tried on and make sure they were good enough for a picnic with Ron.
"What do you think of these?" Hermione asked, stepping out of a changing room. The small peek Harry had inside showed him he was far from over with his job. He saw about 50 different outfits she had yet to try on.
"Looks like pants," Harry yawned.
"Yeah, but are they cute? Hot? Sexy?" Hermione surveyed herself in the mirror.
"Does it matter?" Harry admitted. "I mean, it will just end up in a pile under a bush anyways!"
Hermione blushed furiously. After all, Harry was right.
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