A/N: this is a three shot. For now. I might add more later, i'm not sure. I kinda do set it up for more awesome cross dressing Harry. Oh yes, that reminds me, warnings. WARNING: Harry is a crossdresser and a prostitute in parts of this. There is male/male stuff. And there is Ron bashing...i think some other bashing too but i can't remember. As for the story The Sphinx, thats all there is of it guys. I mean, if i get another idea for it down the line i might add to it but really that was just a one shot oxO
Hope you guys enjoy!
"Harry Potter!"
Bright green eyes, shaded by long feathered black bangs, darted towards the woman at the front of the room. In her hands was a ragged pointed hat, and at her side an equally antique looking stool. Harry curled his lip in disdain. It was bad enough that he had been forced into this...monstrosity, but to sit on that?! It was too much.
"I refuse to sit on that. Bring the hat here." he instructed, knowing that whispers would start now that he'd spoken.
"P-Potter? W-why are you dressed in-"
The boy shut her up with an icy glare and a raised brow. Really? She had to bring it up?
"Can it lady. It's not fun wearing this when I could be wearing something more flattering."
A snort to his right had him spinning on his heel, hand outstretched and power crackling around his palm. The red head who had snorted, paled. Ronald Weasley, his mind supplied.
"Something to say?"
Many in the hall held their breath and Weasley stood tall.
"You're a boy! Why are you dressed in girls clothes to begin with?"
A sneer flitted across Harry's face before he snapped his fingers and the drab grey school robes turned into a black silk shirt covered with a black and white corset, along with a black skirt that only covered half of his thighs. Black high heeled combat boots covered his feet and his hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, the gathered hair falling against his back in ringlets. Dark green eyeshadow painted his eyes while clear lipgloss, his lips.
A sigh of relief echoed throughout the hall and quite a few gasps followed suit. Many of the older, gay males, felt their groins tighten. This kid would be gorgeous when he got older. They definitely looked forward to it.
"Holy shite! You're one of them! Those freaky gay blokes!" Weasley exclaimed and many in the hall stiffened. Numerous glares turned to the loud mouth having inadvertently offended them.
Harry Potter glided on his high heels towards the red head, his practiced gait both graceful and erotic. Ron didn't expect the magically charged punch to the face until he was sprawled out on the floor.
"Alright Professor, put the hat on me."
The hat was floated on to his head. Moments later the hat began to cackle then it shouted;
"Slytherin!"
The whole Great Hall shuddered when Harry smirked.
