Author's Notes: Chapter 4 picks up right after Chapter 3. I know in the books that Hermione isn't portrayed as a real girly girl like Lavender or Pavarti, but I think that has more to do with everything being from Harry's perspective. Even though he's not as bad as Ron, I'm pretty sure he still doesn't really see Hermione as a girl for most of the series. So, I took a little liberty here with her character.

As always, I don't own any of these characters, places, events, as they belong to JK Rowling. If I did own them, I wouldn't have a car payment.

Chapter 4

Harry stood there in his towel looking at his bed. Hermione had laid out another girl's uniform, a few muggle girl's outfits, a girl's dressing gown, some knickers, and two pieces that Harry didn't recognize. He slowly walked over, feeling slightly exposed in just a towel in front of Hermione, who he saw had also grabbed the Marauder's Map and was checking it to make sure Professor McGonagall wasn't nearby. She looked up as he walked in and motioned for him to sit down on Ron's bed.
"Ok Harry," she said, "Welcome to your new class, How to be a girl. As you can see, I've brought you a few outfits. The uniform is mine, it's from last year and it's gotten a little small but you should still be able to fit it. The same goes for the other clothes. The knickers are yours to keep, I don't want them back." Then she pointed at the two things Harry didn't recognize. "Those are training bras. They're what girls who haven't started growing breasts wear until they can fit regular bras. I don't need them anymore so I'm giving them to you."
She picked up one of the bras and held it out to him, showing how to pull it over his head. Then she handed it to him, along with a pair of knickers, a shirt, and some pants. "Go put those on and come back out here. And don't spend too long looking at yourself in the mirror." She admonished and pushed him towards the bathroom.

Harry set the clothes on the sink and picked up the bra. It was light blue with white stripes and felt very soft. He pulled it over his head and tried to adjust it to where he thought it should be on his body. That done he pulled on the rest of what Hermione had given him, the knickers, a pair of jeans and a blue v neck shirt, and looked at himself. Just like with the uniform he looked just like a girl, and now even had two small bumps on his chest from where the bra pushed the shirt out. He opened the door and walked back into the dormitory. "Very cute!" cried Hermione seeing him, "Come over here and let me get a good look"
He walked to wear she stood and waited while she walked around him. "Hmm, you definitely look good but you need to learn how to walk and stand like a girl. Well, lets finish getting you ready and then head down to the Common Room." She sat him down on the bed and pulled out a small bag. "Now, I only have some basic make up I use and it should work well enough for you. This will help make your face look a little girlier"

She went to work applying make up to his face. After what felt like half an hour and almost a dozen different items being used, she finally let him see. When he looked in the mirror, he had to do a double take and let out a gasp. Looking back at him with his mothers' eyes was a girlish face framed by his shock of black hair. He both recognized himself and didn't. "Hermione," he gasped reaching out and touching the mirror, "I look like a girl."
Walking up behind him and playing with his hair she said "You really do Harry, although we need to find something to do with this hair of yours." She started running a brush through it and to Harry's surprise it started to somewhat behave and lay down. She was arranging the front when he noticed something.
"Hermione, my scar." He gasped

The usually vivid lightening bolt that always stood out on his forehead was gone.
"That's the magic of makeup Harry" She replied smiling at him in the mirror.

With his hair now lying as flat as Hermione could get it, she let him stand and get a good look at himself in the mirror. Harry couldn't believe how good he looked. His slim frame fit the clothes rather well, and he felt like he almost passed as a teen girl. His hair was slightly longer than he thought it was, coming down just past his ears, and he wondered how he could grow it in to look more feminine.
"Ok little lady" broke in Hermione, laughing at him pose and twirl in front of the mirror, "lets head on downstairs."
Until dinner Harry and Hermione stayed in the common room, with Hermione teaching Harry how to sit, walk, and hold himself like a girl. Harry was used to slouching in any chair he sat in, which Hermione did her best to break him of. By the time he had finally started to sit up, "Like a proper little lady," it was getting close to dinnertime, and he went back upstairs to change, leaving the bra and knickers on. He was very nervous leaving Gryffindor Tower and thought everyone could see the two small mounds on his chest but no one stared at all. After dinner Hermione told him to get dressed again and then to come downstairs so they could talk some more. Freshly changed, he found her curled up in one of their favorite armchairs in front of the fire.
"So Harry, what do you want to do as a girl?" asked Hermione
"I'm not sure honestly," he replied, "I just know I'm really enjoying getting to be on with you today."
"I can tell. Before Ron left for the Burrow, we were both really worried about you. I was so concerned about you the last few days, what with everything you learned over the weekend. It's nice to see you come back out of your head again, and in a new way."
"I'm sorry I worried you Hermione." He said, smiling at her, "You're right that I did have a lot on my mind and I still do, but being able to be a girl has helped me to leave that for a while."
Hermione smiled back at him. Sitting up slightly she smirked and said, "So, since for right now you're a girl, we're going to have some girl talk"
"Ok" said Harry, not sure what was about to be asked.
"Do you think you want to be a girl more than a boy?" Asked Hermione

Harry hesitated and thought. He was really liking being a girl, but he didn't think he wanted to be one completely. "No, I don't think so. I like being a boy too"
"Ok, and how about boys, do you like them?" She asked

"Like, like them like them?" Harry asked haltingly

Hermione just nodded at him, a small grin and blush on her face.
"I haven't thought about it. I mean I think I like girls" he said hiding the blush on his face when the Ravenclaw Seeker came into his mind.
"That's fine Harry, you can like who you like, I was just curious. I like being a girl and think I like boys."
Harry, feeling slightly emboldened, asked "So who do you like?"
Hermione turned bright red and refused to answer. Harry kept trying, and even guessed a few names before Hermione all of a sudden decided that it was time for bed. She scurried away up the stairs, and Harry, feeling happier than he'd felt in a very long time went upstairs. As he pulled on the pajamas he'd being given, which were much softer than his normal ones, he did wonder slightly what it would be like to like a boy. He looked around at the empty room, thinking about his roommates, but none of them came to mind as being cute.

The next two days were some of the best Harry had had all of that year. The following morning, he woke up and briefly wondered why he was wearing a pink pajamas, but then it all flooded back to him. He got up and showered, using the flowery scented things Hermione had given him, pulled on knickers and a bra, and then boy clothes over them. Hermione was waiting for him in the common room and they walked down to breakfast together. Harry did his best to walk like a girl since no one was around to see, making Hermione giggle at him. The Great Hall was looking it's best for the holidays as usual. Harry and Hermione sat down and Harry started loading up his plate with everything he could. He had stated wolfing it down when he saw Hermione smiling at him.
Swallowing he looked at her, "What's wrong?"
"You eat like such a boy" she said laughing at him.

Harry sat back for a moment, looking at the pile of food on his plate against the neatness of Hermione's.

"A girl doesn't just attack her plate," Hermione said picking up her fork to eat some eggs. "Watch me"

Harry watched her and picked his fork back up. He tried to copy her movements as carefully as he could, even remembering to sit up straight. He wasn't sure if anyone was watching him but he also didn't care.

After breakfast they went to the library to check out as many books as they could to help prepare for Buckbeak's trial, and then took them back to Gryffindor Tower. There they poured over them and took as many notes as they could. Harry was surprised how much he actually came to enjoy studying and researching with Hermione. He was dressed in the same shirt as yesterday but had decided to pull on the uniform skirt instead of pants. Hermione arched an eyebrow at that but just smiled. Within about half an hour Harry regretted wearing it. Being close to the fire was nice and felt good on his bare legs, but it didn't quite overcome the chill of December that pervaded the castle no matter how many fires were lit.

After lunch Hermione decided to read through Harry's notes while he read through a copy of Witch Weekly she had found in Pavarti's bedside table. Harry was reading an article about make up tips, wondering if he could order a basic make up kit and hide it somewhere in his trunk. Hermione had put the basic layer back on after they'd come back upstairs, and she'd had him watch as best as he could while she did it.

After about an hour Hermione put down the sheets of parchment and looked over at him.

"Harry, if you're going to wear a skirt you need to either keep your knees together or cross your legs." She admonished, eyeing him.
"Sorry," he replied sheepishly, closing his legs and grinning back, "It just felt good"
"I bet it did" she laughed. She picked one of the sheets and handed it to him, "I need you to tell me what that sentence says" she pointed at a line two thirds of the way down the page.
"The Confederation ruled unanimously against the Hippogriff and it was executed" he said squinting at the words.

Hermione scratched out his writing and copied it neatly below. "You know, since you're learning how to dress and eat like a girl, we may as well add writing like one to the list too."
"What do you mean?" Harry responded.

Hermione pulled her notes towards he and set them on the table next to his. "See the difference between mine and yours?" She asked.

Harry could see it easily. His handwriting wasn't as bad as Ron's was but it still wasn't very readable. His notes were covered in ink spots from his quill, and compared to the neat lines and curving writing of Hermione looked almost illegible.

"Take your time and write carefully" said Hermione, handing him a quill and pointing at the next stack of books they had.

For the rest of the day they sat in front of the fire, Harry writing very carefully, trying to add some curves to his letters. Hermione had to remind him several times to keep his legs closed, eventually handing him a knut from her bag and telling him to keep it held between his knees. By the time Harry went upstairs for bed that night his legs were sore from keeping them tightly closed and he wondered if wearing a skirt was worth all of that, but then he saw his reflection in the mirror and decided that some things were worth a little pain.