A/N: I've been working on so many of my serious stories lately I figured I'd take a break and right a silly one before finishing and updating chapters for the others. I'll have about 4 or five new stories posted in the next month as well.
Ron stared down at his school uniform in disgust.
"Dumbledore's lost his mind!"
"Ron quit complaining!"
"He's lost his bloody mind!"
"Ron, it's not that bad!"
"Not that bad!! NOT THAT BAD!! LOOK WHAT I HAVE TO WEAR!!!" Ron screamed.
"Ron, it'll be fine."
"Easy for you to say!!!" Ron yelled.
"Look, Ron, I'm sure there's an explanation for this."
Ron glared at Harry and collapsed onto the bed.
Lying beside him was his school uniform; a plaid skirt, a lacey pink tank top, and a tie (red and gold).
"Spaghetti straps, Harry, spaghetti!!" Ron cried, holding up the tank top.
A pecking at the window caught Harry's attention. He went over to let the owl in, all the while Ron complaining in the background.
"- I mean come on Harry, what possible reason could he have for making me-"
"It's for you." Harry said, trying to hand him the letter.
"-not even a girl. Besides how could this possibly be considered-"
"RON!" Harry yelled.
"What?" Ron said, looking shocked by the interruption.
"It's for you." He said, showing him the letter.
"Oh, I don't want it." Ron grumbled, lying back on his bed with his hands over his eyes.
Harry rolled his eyes and opened the letter.
"Dear Ronald Weasley,
It has come to my attention recently that crude and inappropriate jokes have been made about gays and cross-gender dressing. So, in order to solve the problem I have decided that you should dress like a girl and promote acceptance of Drag queens and homosexuals. You will perform once a week in a 'Drag' Show! I picked you because I randomly selected a name from the hat and you were the lucky pick.
Sincerely,
Dumbledore
Wow, he really has lost his mind." Harry muttered.
Ron sat on the bed rocking back and forth.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Ron screamed jumping towards the window.
Harry grabbed Ron and pulled him back.
"Pull yourself together man!" Harry screamed, slapping Ron across the face.
Ron awoke the next day and shoved his head under the pillow.
"Ron! Ron, you have to get up!" Harry said.
"No!"
"Ron, come on!"
"I don't wanna."
"Ron, seriously!"
"NO!"
"Guys, could you help." Harry begged.
Seamus, Dean, and Neville grumbled but came over none the less.
"Ron, GET UP!"
"No!"
"GET UP NOW!"
"NO! And you can't make me!"
Seamus and Dean looked at each other and nodded. Each grabbed one of his ankles and started pulling on his ankles. Ron immediately grabbed onto the bed posts with his hands and held on tight.
"NOOOO! HERMIONE HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
"What the hell is going on?!" Hermione exclaimed. Her eyes grew wide when she saw what was going.
Of course, they all knew why Ron didn't want to get up. Dumbledore had announced it during Dinner. Unknown to Ron many were anticipating him in girls clothing, including Hermione.
"Come on Ron, you're going to have to get up sometime Ron." Hermione reasoned. When Ron continued to grasp at his bedposts she sighed. "Ron, come on, let go."
"NO!"
"Go on boys." She said, sighing.
Harry and Neville grabbed on to his hands and tugged, pulling at his fingers. Ron's grip loosened and with one final tug from Seamus and Dean he let go altogether.
"Ron, Get up and get dressed, or we can dress you if you want." Seamus whispered suggestively into his ear.
"I can do it myself." Ron said, eyes wide.
Getting up tentatively Ron went to his closet and grabbed his clothes and the pink knee high heeled boots that came with it.
"I'm going into the bathroom." He grumbled.
When he got into the bathroom he took a quick shower and pulled on some briefs, all the while hands shaking.
'I can't believe I'm doing this.'
Ron reached for the mini skirt and pulled it on. It fit alright but it felt really weird. Ron's back tensed as he pulled on the tank top which hugged his skin tightly and only covered up a few inches of his chest, the rest exposed. Hands shaking more than ever he pulled on the pink heels and zipped them up, one at a time. Lastly came the tie, feeling foreign wrapped around his neck with no button up shirt.
"I will never forgive Dumbledore." Ron muttered when the outfit was on.
He refused to look at himself in the mirror as he walked, ungracefully, out of the room.
His dorm mates whistled and catcalled and he shot glares at them, almost crying in frustration.
"Leave him alone guys." Hermione warned.
Looking at him critically she let out a 'Hmmm' and reached into her pocket. She pulled out some lip gloss and a scrunchy.
Ron looked at her with wide eyes.
"What are those for?" He squeaked.
"Oh, Ron, relax."
She walked towards him and grabbed his hair.
"Ahh, what are you going to do."
"I'm just putting it up, now stop struggling." She said, casting a hair lengthening spell on him.
When she was finished Ron's now few-inches-below-the-shoulder length red hair was in a ponytail, his bangs hanging in front of his face, and a light pink gloss was coating his lips.
"Wow, Ron, you look hot!" Seamus exclaimed as the rest of the boys stared at him in shock.
Ron groaned.
"Let's just go to breakfast." Ron grumbled and tried his best not to stumble as he walked towards the door. "God, I hate these shoes." Ron muttered and opened the door.
Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you looked at it, by that time most people had gone to breakfast. On the bright side it meant that there were less people in the common room to gape at him. On the not-so-bright side it meant there were more people in the great hall. Ron unsteadily walked down the stairs, his dorm mates and Hermione following. The few people that were in the common room stared at him in shock and amusement, whispering to each other and pointing.
"Oh, take a picture, it'll last longer." Ron exclaimed, sending a glare to them.
Stomping out of the common room he wandered down the hallway, slowing as he approached the Great Hall.
"Ron, you okay?" Hermione asked while Seamus, Neville, Harry, and Dean surrounded him, forming a sort of protective circle.
Ron let out a long breath and nodded.
Ron's heart pounded in his chest and he seemed to have trouble breathing as Hermione turned the knob. Everything from then on seemed to pass in slow motion. Hermione pushed the door open and everyone stopped there excited chatter as the group walked into the hall. The silence was deafening as everyone stared at Ron.
Ron sighed and kept walking to the table. Sitting down he looked at his hands, aware of the many stares still on him.
"Alright everyone, get back to your meals." Hermione's voice rang through the hall.
Ron looked up and could see that even though people started chatting and eating again glances were thrown his way constantly. Still, it was better than the outright staring.
"Thanks." Ron muttered, and pulled awkwardly at his skirt, which was riding up.
The rest of the day seemed to go much the same. People were too shocked to make any comments, even the Slytherins.