Never in his life had Harry Potter been so scared. Not even when facing Voldemort, in thinking Ginny was dead. No, it was impossible to have been this scared before. This was the type of scared that could give you a heart attack, cause you to drop dead right then.
"Oh come on Harry," a whinning little voice said as Ginny held up the object of Harry's complete fear. "It won't hurt, I promise."
With a nervous glance at the girl's hands, he spoke, "Alright, but I'll have to show those pictures to everybody if you're lying to me."
Sighing he jumped onto the couch, Ginny right behind. With a gleeful grin the girl applied a thin layer of some sort of sticky residue upon his leg. All six occupants of the room watched as she layed a thin paper like thing over it. She slowly counted under her breath, and then reached out and ripped the paper off. This, of course, evoked a scream of pain from the green eyed boy.
"Fuck," he wheezed.
"Oh, get over it, you baby. We've still got the rest of it to do," the red haired girl said, moving to wax the rest of his legs.
By the time she had finished tears were streaming down the boy who had survived both Avada Kedavra and the Crutatious Curse's cheeks.
Leaning over, Ginny gently kissed away one of the tears, causing Harry to grimace. Lucky for him, she didn't see him do it.
"Ah man Mate, that was hilarious. We should do this more often," crowed one Ron Weasly.
"I'd like to see you try it," Harry said, quite injured. He stood to leave, but was stopped by a petite, but strong hand grabbing his arm.
"You stop right there Harry Potter, you haven't put on the dress yet," said a scowling Hermione.
Defeated, he turned around and accepted the proffered parcel. Quickly leaping onto his bed, he closed the curtains and changed. When he emerged, he was a changed man.
His lean frame was adorned in a silky black dress with flaring sleeves, a clingy top, and a flared bottom that ended just above his knees.
"I feel like an idiot," he mutter as the two girls attacked his shoulder length black hair. He had discovered, quite by accident, that it wasn't so wild at that length.
"Nonsense hun, you've got great legs, and once we stuff the top, an excellent figure," Ginny stated, looking into the large green eyes she had only recently forced into contacts.
"Why do you want to see me like this again?" the boy asked, pouting.
"Because you're damn sexy, and we wanted to experiment," piped up Seamus. "And I'm sorry hun, bright red doesn't suit you."
"Shut up you dirk," the boy moaned, hiding his crimson face.
"Nope, sorry doll, it's the truth."
"It is," Dean lazily stated, looking up from his avid study of Seamus's neck.
"Don't mock me," Harry said, walking over and delivering unto both a smart slap. He then turned a marched from the room, head held high.
"Hmm, I wonder if he realises he's still in a dress," Hermione mused.
"Probably not," supplied Ron.
"Oh come on Harry," a whinning little voice said as Ginny held up the object of Harry's complete fear. "It won't hurt, I promise."
With a nervous glance at the girl's hands, he spoke, "Alright, but I'll have to show those pictures to everybody if you're lying to me."
Sighing he jumped onto the couch, Ginny right behind. With a gleeful grin the girl applied a thin layer of some sort of sticky residue upon his leg. All six occupants of the room watched as she layed a thin paper like thing over it. She slowly counted under her breath, and then reached out and ripped the paper off. This, of course, evoked a scream of pain from the green eyed boy.
"Fuck," he wheezed.
"Oh, get over it, you baby. We've still got the rest of it to do," the red haired girl said, moving to wax the rest of his legs.
By the time she had finished tears were streaming down the boy who had survived both Avada Kedavra and the Crutatious Curse's cheeks.
Leaning over, Ginny gently kissed away one of the tears, causing Harry to grimace. Lucky for him, she didn't see him do it.
"Ah man Mate, that was hilarious. We should do this more often," crowed one Ron Weasly.
"I'd like to see you try it," Harry said, quite injured. He stood to leave, but was stopped by a petite, but strong hand grabbing his arm.
"You stop right there Harry Potter, you haven't put on the dress yet," said a scowling Hermione.
Defeated, he turned around and accepted the proffered parcel. Quickly leaping onto his bed, he closed the curtains and changed. When he emerged, he was a changed man.
His lean frame was adorned in a silky black dress with flaring sleeves, a clingy top, and a flared bottom that ended just above his knees.
"I feel like an idiot," he mutter as the two girls attacked his shoulder length black hair. He had discovered, quite by accident, that it wasn't so wild at that length.
"Nonsense hun, you've got great legs, and once we stuff the top, an excellent figure," Ginny stated, looking into the large green eyes she had only recently forced into contacts.
"Why do you want to see me like this again?" the boy asked, pouting.
"Because you're damn sexy, and we wanted to experiment," piped up Seamus. "And I'm sorry hun, bright red doesn't suit you."
"Shut up you dirk," the boy moaned, hiding his crimson face.
"Nope, sorry doll, it's the truth."
"It is," Dean lazily stated, looking up from his avid study of Seamus's neck.
"Don't mock me," Harry said, walking over and delivering unto both a smart slap. He then turned a marched from the room, head held high.
"Hmm, I wonder if he realises he's still in a dress," Hermione mused.
"Probably not," supplied Ron.