Hey guys! Sorry I've been so AWOL. I promise I'll post another chapter before Sunday night to make up for it. Sorry no date this time but next chapter I promise! I hope you enjoy! And always remember to Rate and Review!
The rest of the week positively dragged on. By the time Harry opened his eyes on Saturday morning-way, way earlier than necessary- he was practically buzzing with anticipation. He quickly entered the bathroom and took the opportunity to take a long luxurious shower. Living in dorms didn't exactly give you a lot of privacy and most showers were spent hurriedly washing up. But on this Saturday Harry got to use all of the sweet smelling shampoos and soaps that Ron teased him about. It wasn't his fault that he liked to smell good! After he got out of the shower-smelling great thank you very much-he brushed his shoulder length hair and pulled it back. And then he stood in front of his wardrobe debating whether or not it was too early to ask Hermione for help. Before he could decide a tiny knock sounded at the door and it slowly creaked open. Before Harry could panic about being in just a towel Hermione's hair and then her face peeked around the door.
"Hermione you startled me! What are you doing here!" Harry said in a rush.
"I told you I didn't trust you to dress yourself!" Hermione said with a cheeky grin. "Now let's see what we got!"
Hermione peered into the wardrobe and began to sort through his clothes.
"Harry these are all rags! Are you telling me you still haven't gone shopping?!"
Harry blushed. "I've never gone clothes shopping before except for school robe's."
Hermione sighed and looked him over, resolving to take him shopping as soon as possible. "There's nothing for it then. You'll have to wear some of my clothes."
"But I'm a boy!" Harry squawked.
"Yeah a tiny boy. Give it up Harry there's nothing here for you. Accio Hermione's clothing trunk."
Harry pouted as a trunk sailed into the room and Hermione began digging through it. She quickly conjured a changing screen and pushed him behind it.
"Alright Harry try this." she said as she threw clothes behind her.
"But Hermione-"
"Don't argue with me!"
The other boys in the room began to stir as Hermione's voice filtered through their sleep muddled minds.
"Hermione? What are you doing?" grumbled Ron as the other three groaned as the light seared their eyes.
"Dressing Harry." she said elbow deep in her trunk surrounded by clothes.
"In your clothes?" said a confused looking Dean.
"What? Harry's wearing girls clothes?" said a suddenly perky looking Seamus.
"He didn't have any of his own clothes to wear?" said an incredulous looking Ron.
Hermione stopped and looked at Ron with a significant look.
"Yeah that's not surprising." conceded Ron.
Hermione nodded and continued to throw clothes over the screen.
Harry suddenly stepped out in a white tank top and Bermuda shorts. Everyone stopped and stared. And then burst out laughing.
"Go back Harry!" Hermione said through a flood of giggles. "Goodness you can't dress yourself at all!'
Harry glared at them all and then stomped back behind the screen with a pout.
"Hermione do I really have to-"
"Do. Not. Argue with Harry James!"
The rest of the boys watched with amusement from the, ahem, safety of their beds.
Hermione dug around until she finally sprang up with a triumphant "Aha!" In her hand was a nice looking blue silk shirt. She tapped it with her wand and muttered a spell and then threw it over the screen.
"What spell was that, Hermione?" said Neville curiously.
"Hmm? Oh just an automatic resizing charm." she said distractedly as she grabbed a scrap of black fabric and chucked it over the screen.
"Hermione I really don't think this is the best idea." said Harry nervously.
"Harry you wouldn't know how to dress yourself even if you went to 4 years of school just to learn how." shot back Hermione.
"She's got a point mate." called Ron.
"Yeah but do I really have to wear a-"
"Harry just put on the shirt. And tuck it in!" said Hermione with exasperation clear in her voice.
"Fine," said Harry with his nervous eyes peeking out from the edge, "But don't laugh!"
"Why on earth would we-" started Seamus before falling silent. In fact everyone was silent as they all stared at Harry.
"Well?" he said nervously.
Silence continued to reign as they took in the short boy fidgeting before them clad in a fitting blue silk shirt and a short black skirt. With his shoulder length hair, pale skin, green eyes, and Seekers build he could have easily passed as a flat chested girl. Nobody dared voice that thought however.
Suddenly Seamus groaned. "Harry why don't you just always wear skirts ok?"
Dean threw a pillow at him. "Stop being a pervert!"
By now Harry was bright red. "Hermione?"
Hermione coughed and cleared her throat an equally red blush across her cheeks. "Yes, Harry?"
"I'm not wearing this."
At this Hermione suddenly looked a lot more alert. "Oh yes you are!"
Ron looked at Hermione aghast. "Hermione really?!"
Hermione looked slightly abashed. "Sorry. I meant the shirt. You don't have to wear the skirt I meant to give you black trousers." She turned and grabbed said trousers with a triumphant sound. "Here put those on."
Harry took the pants relieved and disappeared behind the screen again. Shortly after he came out with the same shirt tucked into the pants. Hermione considered him and tapped the pants with her wand. They immediately tightened and became quite snug from the knees up.
"Un-tuck your shirt." Hermione commanded.
Harry hurried to do as she asked and she continued to study him with a small frown.
"What's wrong?" asked Neville.
"Yeah I think he looks fine." said Ron with a shrug.
Hermione simply hmmed and continued to study Harry. Finally her eyes lit up and she tapped her wand on his shirt once more. This time however the change was a lot more visible. The previously ice blue shirt deepened to a deep green that matched Harry's eyes exactly. Before the boys could get a good look she hustled Harry into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, just as the boys were starting to fall back asleep a smug Hermione exited the bathroom and said, "Gentlemen, I present to you the new and improved Harry!"
Harry nervously stepped out of the bathroom and the boys jaws dropped. They were used to seeing Harry with either his school uniform or a pile of frumpy jumpers and jeans. But this Harry was sleekly dressed. His hair, no longer as untamable due to the length, looked neat and his wide eyes stood out more than ever with the tiniest touch of kohl.
"Blimey, Harry. You look great!" exclaimed a surprised Ron.
Dean and Neville heartily agreed while a dumbfounded Seamus looked seconds away from tackling Harry to the ground and having his wicked way with him right there.
Harry blushed but looked pleased at their reaction.
"Alright!" Hermione chirped. "Go get breakfast but go to the Kitchens and avoid the Great Hall. I want Blaise to be completely surprised."
"Hold on what. Blaise Zabini?" asked a surprised Neville.
"Yeah why are you dressing up anyways Harry and what does Zabini have to do with it." queried Dean.
"I have a date with him today." said Harry.
"You have a WHAT?!" shrieked Seamus looking murderous.
"I'm going to breakfast." said Harry nervously as he hurried out of the room.
"Come back here!" shouted Seamus at the closed door. He leaned forward and glared at Ron and Hermione.
"How could you let him go on a date with that, that" sputtered Seamus.
"That what? Blaise was a perfect gentleman. Harry's a big boy he'll be fine." retorted Hermione.
Seamus glared once more and then sat back with a pout. He drew the curtains and began to plot the demise of one Blaise Zabini.
'So that's how it's going to be. Watch out Zabini. You have serious competition coming your way.
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