Author's Notes: Chapter 2 begins at the start of the Christmas Holiday, a few days after Harry snuck into Hogsmeade and learned the truth about Sirius Black. In my story Ron went home for Christmas, leaving only Harry and Hermione in Gryffindor Tower.

Harry Potter and all characters, events, locations, etc belong to JK Rowling.

Chapter 2:

Harry lay in his four poster bed trying to sleep but his brain was racing to fast to be able to let him. Everything from Sirius Black to the Committee for the Disposal of Magical Creatures kept going round and round until he had to sit up. It was late, with moonlight shining onto the floor through the window into the empty dormitory. Harry slipped out of bed to walk over to the water jug by the bathroom and filled a cup before moving to the window. The grounds were still and quiet, snow covered everything, and nothing moved. Harry was considering, since he couldn't sleep anyway, using the invisibility cloak to sneak off to the library to get a jump start on the research for Buckbeak's trial but in the end decided to pull out the Marauder's map and study it. He was just pulling out the map when he saw the hem of a skirt sticking out from under his cloak.

Doing a quick guilty glance around the room, even though he was alone, just in case Peeves was lurking out of sight, he pulled the folded uniform out and set it on his bed. His heart was racing looking at it. He'd completely forgotten about it. For the first week after it had appeared, he'd been nervous anytime he was near Lavender, as if she would be able to know just by looking at him that he had her uniform. He'd been expecting questions to be asked if anyone had found it, or even for it to magically vanish and return to her, but it stayed hidden where he had put it.

Now he had it laid out on his bed and was just looking at it. He thought back to those memories from being young and wanting to dress like a girl, and now he had the chance. In a surge of boldness, He slipped out of his pajamas and picked up the tights. It took a few tries to get them correctly on his feet and up his legs. Once they were up, he pulled the skirt up and zipped it around his waist. It was only then, with a cold breeze in a place he wasn't accustomed to, he realized just how cold the tower was. Shivering slightly, he picked up the shirt which confused him for a moment as the buttons were on the opposite side as a boy's shirt. After that he pulled the sweater over his head. Both of these fit very differently than his regular uniforms, tighter around the middle and in the sleeves, showing off his slim waist. Last he did up the tie, tucked it down under the sweater and pulled the robes over his arms and into place.

When he was done and felt like everything was where it should be, he walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. "Definitely a boy, but this feels amazing" he whispered to himself. After a few minutes he realized that he had a small bulge at the front of his skirt as his biology showed how much he was enjoying this, and quickly adjusted himself to hide it. He soon realized that the floor was freezing on his stockinged feet and he almost pranced back into the dormitory to get his slippers, thinking that as cute as the uniform was, it might have some slight drawbacks. Once his slippers were on and his feet, he sat down on the bed to let his feet warm back up, he started to flatten the skirt on his legs and look at himself. He thought about how the other girls in the school looked in their uniforms, his thoughts slipping to the Ravenclaw Seeker, Cho Chang, which made him slightly excited again, and admitted that he did look a little like a girl. He was missing the boobs that the girls in his year were starting to have, but there were also still some flat chested girls in fourth year he and Ron had looked at so he knew that wasn't as big of a deal, but his face and hair were definitely boyish. Also, the tights made his briefs ride uncomfortably, and without even realizing it he was wishing for a pair of knickers.

He got up again and went to go look in the mirror again, trying to walk like he'd seen other girls, not so heavy footed and more gracefully. In front of the mirror, he tried to look at himself from all angles, mostly looking at himself from the neck down. "I guess it's lucky that Lavender and I are the same size" he said to no one. He spent another half hour or so looking at himself, he even tried wetting his hair to get it to lay down so he could see if it looked more feminine that way but it remained the mess that it always was.

Stifling a yawn Harry looked at his watch and saw it was after two in the morning. Deciding he'd better try to sleep again he pick up his pajamas and slipped out of the uniform, doing his best to fold it back up before locking it in his trunk. He fell asleep thinking about what it would be like to wear that to a class.

The next morning dawned cold but bright, and Harry rolled out of bed feeling refreshed despite how late he had fallen asleep. He looked out the window to see clear skies and the morning sun shining on the snow. He got dressed in last year's Weasley Christmas sweater and went down to the empty common room. Hermione was gone, most likely at breakfast or, knowing her, already in the library. After a quick breakfast in the Great Hall of ham and eggs, Harry went back to his dormitory, planning on grabbing his bag and heading to the library. He had just grabbed the strap of it when he saw Lavender's unform where he'd left it last night in his trunk. It only took a moment of hesitation for Harry to abandon any idea of going to help Hermione and changing back into the uniform.

He had less trouble getting the tights up his legs today, and soon was back in front of the mirror, turning this way and that admiring his reflection. He hadn't felt this much desire to spend so long in front of a mirror since his first year when he had found the Mirror of Erised. In the light of the morning the reflection looking back at him looked slightly more feminine than he thought it had last night, but from the neck up his boyish face stared back at him. After three quarters of an hour posing and walking back and forth, Harry went back and sat down on his bed again. His legs loved the feeling of the tights rubbing up against the blanket of the bed, he could feel the goosebumps forming.

Harry looked around the room wondering what to do next. He knew he didn't want to change back into his boy clothes, but there was only so much he felt like he could do in his dormitory. He wanted to do something girly, but even going through his trunk nothing came to mind. So, he took off the robes, leaving the rest of the uniform on, and laid down on the bed looking out the window.

Several hours later he woke to a grumbling stomach and changed for lunch. When he got to the Great Hall, he saw it was mostly empty, but Hermione was sitting alone at the Gryffindor Table, nose in a book, eating a sandwich. As he walked up, he checked out what Hermione was wearing, a pink sweater with a hood and jeans. He admired how they fit her and wondered how they'd fit on him.
"There you are!" She said, breaking his train of thought as he sat down and pulled a plate of food towards him. "I've been in the library all morning, where were you?"

Harry didn't meet her eyes as he fixed himself a sandwich, but when it was clear she wanted an answer for why he wasn't helping her he said that he had spent the morning catching up on some last-minute homework that he'd left and didn't want to rush to finish at the end of the break.
Hermione, surprised, said "Oh, well in that case, the research isn't going well. I've found several cases where the appeal failed, and only one where the animal was let off."

"What was the one case?" Harry asked, trying to keep the conversation on trial research and not the fake homework.
"It involved a Manticore, but the only reason it was let off was because everyone was too terrified of it to get close to it" She replied, looking downcast.
"Well," Harry said feeling somewhat guilty after not helping all morning, "I'm done with my essay so I can come to the library with you after I finish and help you keep looking"
"That would be very helpful. It'll be so much faster with help." Hermione responded looking closely at Harry's face"
"Is everything ok?" Asked Harry, feeling as though she was looking through him

"Its just that we haven't really talked since yesterday about what we heard in Hogsmeade. I was worried about you when I didn't see you this morning."
"Oh" said Harry breathing easier, "Honestly Hermione, I'd let it slip my mind. I'm still upset but it feels less…close right now"

Hermione didn't say anything but kept looking at him, as if not believing that was all, but not sure if it was wise to press the point. Eventually Harry said "Well, should we head to the library?"
The rest of the day until dinner was spent hunched over thick books at a small table in the back of the library, occasionally making small notes and comments but mostly quiet. Harry tried to casually watch how Hermione moved and walked, and hoped she hadn't caught him watching her too often. That night in the common room Harry excused himself for bed early, wanting to dress up one more time. He wasn't sure if Hermione was suspicious of anything as he felt her eyes watching him until he reached the stairs, but he tried his best to walk calmly until he was out of sight. In his dormitory he again unlocked his trunk and pulled out the uniform. Instead of putting it all on again he laid down on his bed in the tights and skirt, feeling the sensation of the blankets on his legs. He woke late that night to discover that he'd fallen asleep dressed like that. Hoping Peeves hadn't snuck in and seen him, Harry quickly changed into his regular pajamas and went back to sleep.