Harry was the big game hunter, stalking his prey through the underbrush. He could see it fluttering in the breeze, not a care in the world about the landlocked creature below it, that moved as it did. Harry's face broke into a manic grin as he drew near enough to grasp-
His fingers caught the Cornflower blue sundress with one smooth motion, yanking it off the clothesline. He quickly shoved it into his satchel, and then his hands found some socks - that was a far jump, and Harry heard the door slam. He looked up, hoping he was hidden enough behind the house that no one would notice. And desperately hoping the sundress was store-bought, because otherwise...
He cast a longing look at some trousers, that were floating above the lawn. Entirely too close to the house, he thought, though his greedy eyes still sought them out.
Suddenly, Blackie exploded out of the bushes, grabbing the trousers and running back - not towards Harry, but more towards the front lawn. Harry could hear the people shouting, and fervently hoped they didn't bring out a longgun.
Harry took the opportunity to run back over the crest of the hill, socks still in hand, as he grinned at Draco. "Got it in one!"
Draco Malfoy gave Harry a dubious look. "Got what? - You said you'd never done this before!"
Harry Potter pulled out the sundress, and ran his hands over the fabric, "You'll need to change into this."
"But- that's for a girl!" Draco Malfoy nearly shrieked, "And it's too revealing!"
"This is what Muggles wear," Harry said, thinking that if Draco Malfoy ever saw breeches he might faint.
Harry grabbed Draco by the ear, hissing into it, "Settle down and shut up. And put it on."
Draco's baffled eyes met Harry's cold greens, and he somehow found himself putting the Cornflower blue DRESS on. "How do I look?" He asked bitterly, snapping, "You couldn't have found anything better?"
The barking had stopped, and Harry looked over Draco critically. "Hmm..." He said, before pulling out the waist-tie off the dress. "You still look like a boy in a dress."
"Potter, I am a boy in a dress." Draco Malfoy said with all of his accustomed arrogance.
Harry said, "Shut up," through his gritted teeth as he tied the cotton ribbon into a lopsided bow. "That's better," He said critically, "At least you aren't too tall."
Draco Malfoy crossed his arms, and said with a sniff, "I do not look like a girl."
"Put lipstick on a pig..." Harry said, getting a considering look on his face, "Not yet, you don't."
Draco Malfoy said, uncertainly, "I don't like that look on your face."
At about this point, Blackie returned, flowing low to the ground like a dashing throw rug... carrying those trousers.
And a good thing too, as Harry hadn't wanted to wear his tatty, holey trousers. "Who's a good boy," Harry said quietly, stripping himself out of his "Smeltings" pants, and slipping on the jeans.
"Why could I wear those?" Draco Malfoy asked.
"Because you don't have the shirt," Harry smiled back.
"But we're the exact same size." Draco Malfoy near-whined.
"You make a prettier girl than I do." Harry Potter said, and the sheer and ineffable truth of that statement settled the argument then and there.
[a/n: Reviews please! Yes, Blackie's a bit better at this whole "sneak and grab" thing. He is a Dog.]