Once again Harry came to the door to the Girls Dorm. This time it was awake. Strangely, it didn't seem to recognize him.

"Who's there?" it asked. "I don't know you."

"I'm a transfer student," said Harry, making his voice high and squeaky. "My name is...er...Winkly Narglepuff."

"Ah, I believe a Narglepuff once stayed in this dorm many years ago," said the door. "Would your mother be called Gertrude?"

"Uh...yes," said Harry, deciding to go along with it.

"A fine woman, if I remember correctly." The door smiled. "Well then, I can't promise there will be space, but you may go on in."

Harry's heart was pounding. It had worked! The door swung open...

It was like walking into heaven. Lavendar Brown and Parvati Patil were jumping on their beds, hitting each other with pillows in what to Harry seemed to be slow motion. Meanwhile, Hermione was on her bed, reading.

Disappointingly, they were all still clothed. Still, Harry was excited. His time had come. Soon, he would be a man!

"Who's that?" Lavendar Brown asked. "A new girl?"

"I didn't hear anything about a new girl," said Parvati. They stopped their pillow fight and approached him. "What's your name then?"

"Oh-er-" Harry tried once again to make his voice squeaky and effeminate. "It's Winky. Winky Narglepuff. I just transferred from Durmstrang. Very dark, unpleasant school. I like Hogwarts much better."

Hermione was squinting at him. Her expression said "What the fuck?"

Lavendar Brown smiled, but she still looked confused. "Well then, Winky, welcome to Hogwarts! Do you want to join our pillow fight?"

"I'd love to!" said Harry. "But, do we really do it in all these clothes? I feel that such a strenuous activity warrants-"

"Harry, what are you doing?" interrupted Hermione.

Harry's eyes swished across the faces of the girls. They were all looking at him with suspicion now. "Uh...who's Harry?" he said.

Parvati gasped. "Oh my God, that IS Harry! What's he doing in our dorm?"

"He was just suggesting that we take our clothes off," said Lavendar, eyes moving up and down him. "Weren't you, Harry?"

"I-I'm a transfer student-" Harry stammered. With a shaking hand he reached for his wand. If he just used Obliviate, he could make them all forget this ever happened...

"EXPELLIARMUS!" said Hermione, and Harry's wand fired from his hand and out the door behind him. "Really, Harry? Really?"

Parvati was staring at him in horror. She looked hurt and disgusted all at once. "I had no idea you were such a pervert, Harry. I can't believe I went to the Yule Ball with you!"

Harry fell silent. His stomach seemed to have dropped. He looked sadly at Hermione, hoping she might have a way of magically fixing the situation. "H-hermione?" It came out as a croak. His throat was dry from fear.

"Get out of our room, Harry," Hermione sighed. "You're just making things worse."

Dejected, Harry left the room. He rode the slide down back to his dorm. "Whee," he said.