Plotting
Look at the first chapter for all the info you can't do without. (They're not mine, PG, etc)
On the floor in the twins' room, three Weasleys and a Potter were sitting, conferring. They were trying to work out how to continue with George's plan. Sure, it was a brilliant idea to get Draco Malfoy to turn up outside Gringotts, but surely they could improve on it. It would be a bit boring to just watch him stand there. Add to this the factor that they only had an hour to come up with something good before Malfoy himself would be getting to the arranged meeting place, and they were getting slightly panicked.
"Ooh!" squealed Ron suddenly, sounding more like Ginny than himself. "I know what we could do!" At the inquisitive looks from the others, he carried on. "One of us can dress up as a girl and go and talk to Malfoy!"
"Are you volunteering?" mocked Harry lightly.
"No!" protested Ron loudly. "George can do it!"
"Why should I do it, you came up with the idea!"
"Yeah, but it was your idea to tell him to go there in the first place!" countered Ron, poking his tongue out at George. Before it got nasty, however, Harry intervened.
"I know what we can do. There's this thing muggles do, called drawing lots. You have four straws, or twigs, or something, but one is shorter than the rest. The person who pulls out the shortest straw has to dress up as a girl. Ok?" When the other three nodded agreement, Harry looked around for something he could use to draw the lots with. When Fred handed him four straws, one shorter than the others, he didn't ask, just raised one eyebrow. Arranging them in his hand so the others couldn't tell which the shortest was, he added, "If I'm left holding the short straw after you've all picked, I'll dress up."
Which was exactly what he was complaining about doing just a short while later.
"It's not fair, you must have used some sort of spell to help you!"
"Harry," said Fred patiently, "why would there be a spell to help wizards cheat at drawing lots?" When Harry didn't reply, he added, "Now, let's go and raid Ginny's wardrobe for you!" The mischievous glint in his eye was hard to miss.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry was standing dressed in a short red skirt, black tights that went wonderfully with his black, knee high, high heeled boots, a white spaghetti strap top and a black leather jacket. The twins, with their knowledge of all spells weird and wonderful, had changed Harry's body so he now looked like a very sun-tanned, well-exercised teenage girl. If he hadn't known it was Harry, Ron would have been in love. Ginny, who was now also in on the prank, had made Harry up with some mascara, lip- gloss and some cover-up stick to hide his scar. He had changed his glasses for contact lenses, and was now unrecognisable as the Boy Who Lived. Standing in front of the mirror, Harry studied his reflection.
"I'm not sure about this…" he muttered uncertainly.
"Oh come off it Harry you look stunning, darling!" minced George. "Or would you prefer Harriet?" Harry shot him a death glare.
"Shut up!" he mumbled. "Or I'll set my boyfriend on you, and his daddy's a dark arts master!" he lisped on the end, making everyone else in the room burst out laughing. Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Quick!" hissed Fred, "Into the wardrobe!" Not two seconds after they shoved Harry into the wardrobe, Percy strode into the room.
"Would you mind quieting down a bit in here?" he said pompously. "Some of us are trying to work!" With a final glare at them, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room. Letting out a sigh, Ron opened the wardrobe. As he stumbled out, Harry held up something to show the others.
"Ginny," he inquired, "What is this?" He was holding up a pink lacy thong with G 4 N written on it in silver glitter. Blushing furiously, Ginny snatched it out of his hands and shoved it violently into a drawer.
"I didn't buy it!" she muttered, "It was a Valentine's day present!" As soon as she said this, she instantly regretted it as the twins started cat calling.
"Who's N, Gin?" they teased. "Let me guess… could it be Neville?" Judging by Ginny's metamorphism into a beetroot, the twins assumed they were right and resumed their catcalls.
"Leave her be, guys," said Ron fairly. "It could be worse! I mean, suppose she'd fallen for Crabbe or Goyle! Or even worse, Snape!" In the midst of the laughter that followed that comment, Harry shouted over the others,
"Come on, it's nearly two o'clock! We've got a dragon to catch!"
Like? Don't like? Any ideas as to where I should go? I'm a little stuck.. Please review anyway!
Look at the first chapter for all the info you can't do without. (They're not mine, PG, etc)
On the floor in the twins' room, three Weasleys and a Potter were sitting, conferring. They were trying to work out how to continue with George's plan. Sure, it was a brilliant idea to get Draco Malfoy to turn up outside Gringotts, but surely they could improve on it. It would be a bit boring to just watch him stand there. Add to this the factor that they only had an hour to come up with something good before Malfoy himself would be getting to the arranged meeting place, and they were getting slightly panicked.
"Ooh!" squealed Ron suddenly, sounding more like Ginny than himself. "I know what we could do!" At the inquisitive looks from the others, he carried on. "One of us can dress up as a girl and go and talk to Malfoy!"
"Are you volunteering?" mocked Harry lightly.
"No!" protested Ron loudly. "George can do it!"
"Why should I do it, you came up with the idea!"
"Yeah, but it was your idea to tell him to go there in the first place!" countered Ron, poking his tongue out at George. Before it got nasty, however, Harry intervened.
"I know what we can do. There's this thing muggles do, called drawing lots. You have four straws, or twigs, or something, but one is shorter than the rest. The person who pulls out the shortest straw has to dress up as a girl. Ok?" When the other three nodded agreement, Harry looked around for something he could use to draw the lots with. When Fred handed him four straws, one shorter than the others, he didn't ask, just raised one eyebrow. Arranging them in his hand so the others couldn't tell which the shortest was, he added, "If I'm left holding the short straw after you've all picked, I'll dress up."
Which was exactly what he was complaining about doing just a short while later.
"It's not fair, you must have used some sort of spell to help you!"
"Harry," said Fred patiently, "why would there be a spell to help wizards cheat at drawing lots?" When Harry didn't reply, he added, "Now, let's go and raid Ginny's wardrobe for you!" The mischievous glint in his eye was hard to miss.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry was standing dressed in a short red skirt, black tights that went wonderfully with his black, knee high, high heeled boots, a white spaghetti strap top and a black leather jacket. The twins, with their knowledge of all spells weird and wonderful, had changed Harry's body so he now looked like a very sun-tanned, well-exercised teenage girl. If he hadn't known it was Harry, Ron would have been in love. Ginny, who was now also in on the prank, had made Harry up with some mascara, lip- gloss and some cover-up stick to hide his scar. He had changed his glasses for contact lenses, and was now unrecognisable as the Boy Who Lived. Standing in front of the mirror, Harry studied his reflection.
"I'm not sure about this…" he muttered uncertainly.
"Oh come off it Harry you look stunning, darling!" minced George. "Or would you prefer Harriet?" Harry shot him a death glare.
"Shut up!" he mumbled. "Or I'll set my boyfriend on you, and his daddy's a dark arts master!" he lisped on the end, making everyone else in the room burst out laughing. Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Quick!" hissed Fred, "Into the wardrobe!" Not two seconds after they shoved Harry into the wardrobe, Percy strode into the room.
"Would you mind quieting down a bit in here?" he said pompously. "Some of us are trying to work!" With a final glare at them, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room. Letting out a sigh, Ron opened the wardrobe. As he stumbled out, Harry held up something to show the others.
"Ginny," he inquired, "What is this?" He was holding up a pink lacy thong with G 4 N written on it in silver glitter. Blushing furiously, Ginny snatched it out of his hands and shoved it violently into a drawer.
"I didn't buy it!" she muttered, "It was a Valentine's day present!" As soon as she said this, she instantly regretted it as the twins started cat calling.
"Who's N, Gin?" they teased. "Let me guess… could it be Neville?" Judging by Ginny's metamorphism into a beetroot, the twins assumed they were right and resumed their catcalls.
"Leave her be, guys," said Ron fairly. "It could be worse! I mean, suppose she'd fallen for Crabbe or Goyle! Or even worse, Snape!" In the midst of the laughter that followed that comment, Harry shouted over the others,
"Come on, it's nearly two o'clock! We've got a dragon to catch!"
Like? Don't like? Any ideas as to where I should go? I'm a little stuck.. Please review anyway!