D/N: I don't own anything!!!! Except for my physics book…. Blah!

Author's Note: Sorry, I haven't updated lately. I have one major excuse, SCHOOL!! Oh well sings "I will survive." Hehehe oh and for those of u who have read the Harry Potter books and that have seen the movie or read the LOTR books, please no spoilers! If you put a spoiler in one of your reviews I will remove it. You have been warned. Any questions or advice for me that probably will give a spoiler to the rest you can send it to me by e-mail. Ok thanks! Thank you for your cooperation.

Ch. 4 "Party Outfits"

Harry stared at his own reflection in the mirror. A boy with messy, jet-black hair, green eyes and big round glasses stared back at him. Harry's mind flickered back to a similar time when he had been staring in the mirror. He smiled to himself. It had happened during his first year at Hogwarts. In one of his little misadventures, in trying to look for a Nicolas Flamel he was almost caught by Professors Snape and Quirrell. In his attempt from not getting caught, he had stumbled into finding a magical mirror. It was the Mirror of Erised. And in that mirror whoever looked in would see what they most desired. So when Harry looked in he saw his reflection standing with his dead parents. He wished he could look into the mirror one last time. He sighed.

"Harry? Harry!?"

"Huh, what?" exclaimed Harry.

His thoughts had been interrupted by a very impatient Ron. Ron's eyebrow was raised.

"What were you doing?"

"Oh, nothing, Ron. It was nothing."answered Harry.

Ron seemed to be satisfied with Harry's answer. Harry finished fixing his collar. He didn't necessarily like the material, let alone how it looked on him. Bilbo had said that their Hogwarts uniforms were not "fit" for the party. So instead they were to borrow clothes from Frodo's closet. Earlier on their tour of the Shire, Bilbo had taken Hermione shopping. Hermione had gotten, in her opinion, a rather "cute dress". Harry, Ron, and Malfoy meanwhile were to wear some of Frodo's "party outfits". After Malfoy had seen the outfit that he was to wear he complained loudly.

"Why must I wear that rag ,when my school uniform fits me quite comfortably. Besides, I don't see you making Gandalf wear anything but that old piece of rag! I mean come on at least mine is clean and new while his looks like it had been buried and then dug up again with all the dirt and maggots on it."

Gandalf gave him a dangerous look. Malfoy immediately closed his mouth and was quite for the remainder of the time he put on his clothes.

Harry's outfit consisted of brown, itchy pants. He had to wear a very itchy, white cotton shirt with a blue vest. Ron had to wear black pants that were two sizes too small for him. The pants reached to just below his knee. He also had to wear a white cotton shirt similar to Harry's. His vest was an emerald green. Malfoy got to wear gray pants, same shirt except long sleeved and a grey vest. Because he had insulted Gandalf, and Frodo's wardrobe, Bilbo made Malfoy wear suspenders.

Harry was now ready. Malfoy could still be seen grumbling about the "cheap" clothes. Harry, Ron, and Malfoy were to share a room while they stayed at Bag End. Hermione has her own room, of course. Frodo had his room and Bilbo his. Then there was another room for Gandalf. Bag End was very big.

Harry moved from the wash room back to the bedroom. His neck was itchy. Ron was feeling a bit uncomfortable in his very small, tight pants. Malfoy was in the wash room. Suddenly, from out of nowhere there was a huge scream. It had come from Hermione's room. Harry and Ron rushed towards her room which was down the corridor. Frodo and Bilbo appeared on the other side. Both wore the same shocked impression. Heavy steps could be heard from behind Frodo and Bilbo as Gandalf joined them.

"RON!" screamed Hermione from inside her room.

"What?" asked Ron.

Hermione stepped out from her room. She was wearing the dress Bilbo had bought for her, but her hair was still wet. She was carrying a dangling, squeking Scabbers from his tail.

"Scabbers! How did you get loose?" exclaimed Ron taking the rat from Hermione.

"That is exactly what I would want to know", said Hermione. She rolled her eyes.

" Is that your pet?" asked Bilbo looking at Scabbers with a look of disgust on his face.

"Um, yes this is Scabbers", said Ron holding the rat up.

"You never told us you had a pet rat", said Bilbo, obviously not too thrilled of having a rat in his house.

"Oh, I kinda forgot that he was in my pocket the whole time I was here."

Bilbo nodded and walked away. Frodo shook his head and smiled. He was about to turn and hurry after Bilbo when Malfoy's blonde head popped out from the wash room. This caused everyone to jump, including Gandalf, which resulted in him bumping his head on the ceiling.

"Oh!"

Malfoy smirked. "What's all the hulla-ba-loo about?"

"Hermione found Ron's pet rat in her room", explained Harry.

"Oh is that all?"

"And Bilbo wants us to hurry, he doesn't wish to be late," added Frodo. He rolled his eyes. "Well you know Bilbo", he paused and cleared his throat, his voice became raspy and deep " Punctuality is a very important aspect that you must have, Frodo. Better be known as the early one than the late one." Frodo sighed and walked away. Gandalf followed him rubbing the bump on his head.

"Frodo!" exclaimed Hermione.

Frodo stopped and looked back. Hermione paused and added, " I think you made a wonderful impression of Bilbo."

Frodo looked at Harry from the corner of his eye. He nodded and said "Thanks". He continued on his way. Harry and Ron exchanged looks. They both looked at Hermione.

"I saw that", said Harry his arms crossed.

"What?" asked Hermione puzzled.

"You like him don't you?"

"No I -"

" Yeah, yeah we know Hermione", teased Harry with a smile.

Hermione looked mad and she closed the door with a bang.

"Yep, she does", said Ron.

Harry turned and stopped. Malfoy had been there the whole time. Harry had forgotten. Malfoy wore the most disgusting grin on his face.

"Getting jealous, Potter?"

"No!"

"I think you are. I think you're jealous that, Granger likes the shrimp." He snickered and withdrew his head into the wash room. Harry saw that Ron was looking at him. Harry frowned at him. Ron held up his hands and went inside his room. Harry rolled his eyes. Whatever, he wasn't jealous. Or was he?