A/N: Written for theweirdsisterz LJ community's November prompt, which is to write a fairytale HP style. Due to my busy schedule, I chose to write this little drabble as it is the first thing that popped into my mind after seeing the prompt.
The Minister's New Robes
It was no surprise to Harry Potter and his social circle that Cornelius Fudge was re-elected Minister for Magic ten years after the end of the war. The public's memory was notoriously short, and Fudge's demeanor was still painfully charismatic, not to mention that he still had friends in high places who loved to use him to their advantage.
The plan was, as always, Hermione's idea. Madame Malkin played her part beautifully, explaining to Fudge all about her new line of robes that made the wearer look younger, more vibrant, and more appealing to his audience.
"The only problem," she said, "is that the magic contained in the robes renders them invisible to the wearer, but I assure you, Minister, that they are the exact shade of green that you requested."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were posted outside of the shop with various reporters and other curious citizens waiting for the minister to make his scheduled appearance.
As expected, the entire crowd resolved into a fit of laughter upon his appearance in the street. However, the trio was rendered speechless as their gazes traveled south along with the rest of the crowd's wandering eyes. Within seconds, the sounds of hysterical laughter gave way to dead silence as everyone present stood gawking at the minister's impressive size.
Every woman present suddenly wanted him, and every man present suddenly wanted to be him.
Hermione felt two consoling hands on her back as she cursed the worst idea that she'd ever had.