Chapter 1
Harry stood in front of the mirror frowning at his reflection which promptly whistled back. He flushed then turned to the door as someone banged on it, probably one of the twins considering it was their bedroom. He ignored whoever it was in favor of studying his reflection again, not sure if he liked it and at the same time not sure that he didn't like it either. It was defiantly not his usual mode of dress. Another knock preceded a shout
"C'mon Harry we don't have all night!" Harry frowned,
"In a minute" he called through the door as he added two emerald studs to his ensemble.
"Are you sure about this?" He could practically hear whoever it was roll his eyes through the door.
"I'm sure you look fine, now get out of my room." Harry nibbled at his bottom lip as he stared at his reflection.
"It's so…tight" He muttered more to himself than anybody else.
"I look like a two Knut whore."
"Oh Harry…" came a deep voice from behind him causing Harry to spin around. Fred was leaning in the door way arms folded across his considerable chest, smirking at Harry. His eyes raked harry from the tip of his dragon hide boots to the top of his now artfully messy hair and everything in between. George peeped in and leered at him.
"Lookin good Harry." Color rushed to the boys cheeks and he turned to the mirror once more.
He was wearing a dark green t-shirt gothic that was molded to his frame emphasizing his quidditch acquired muscles and rode up with every move he made giving a tantalizing glint of silver in his navel. Pretty tame, he shuddered at the thought of the shirt the twins had wanted him to wear, it was so…exposing. He also had on obscenely tight leather pants, sans underwear. He had tried it, but nooo, just didn't work. The pants were tucked into his dragon hide boots. A dragon torque rested around his slender neck, it was silver with emerald eyes and seemed strangely lifelike as it kept blinking. It was made of platinum and had a small moonstone at its neck. Harry had paid a small fortune for it, but didn't mind, he hadn't been able to resist. His hair was long in the front hanging permanently in his eyes while cut very low in the back sticking up in artful spikes. A dab of kohl around his eyes finished his look.
Harry had to admit, he looked pretty good even if he did say so himself.
"Done admiring yourself?" Harry turned to the grinning twins and grabbed his jacket.
"Let's go wankers" he called over his shoulder as he slipped his wand into an invisisble holster strapped to his arm. He headed downstairs into the closed shop where Hermione and Ron stood waiting. Both dressed similarly to him. They grinned at him.
"You look gorgeous Harry!" Hermione gushed as she gave him a very thorough once over.
"Yeah mate," Ron put in, "Gonna be beating the blokes of with a stick." He finished patting Harry on the back.
