"How about this?" Ron picked up a powder blue suit.
"Your sister is right, you are insane." Harry said flatly.
"All right, this is the rest of your life, not mine. If you're going to take my sister over me-"
"Any day, any time, Ron." Harry finished for him.
"Sick puppy, you don't know about my sister." Ron shook his head, then perked up. "Ooooh, what about this?" He said, holding up a Green dress.
"Ron that's a dress."
"No, it's a robe." Ron said smugly.
"No, it's a dress, a muumuu at that." Harry fingered it distastefully
"Fine, but you can't say no to leather." Ron help up a lime green leather jacket, covered in rhinestones. "This is even in your color."
"Don't ever say that's my color." Harry turned from his crestfallen friend to the stacks of dress shirts. he held up a gray one to himself and looked into a mirror connected to a square pillar.
"Hmm."
~~~
"Hermione, DON'T say you're about to catch one of the most eligible bachelors in the wizarding world in front of a room full of women who haven't touched a man in years, it's just not bright." Lavender said while picking up clothes left and right.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked meekly as Lavender held a shirt up to her. Hermione usually had a fiery spirit, but Lavender was something else, not to be toyed with. Hermione knew this well. So she just leaned in submission against a stack of rack of shirts and toyed with the sleeve of a purple one.
"Hermione dear?" Lavender asked sweetly.
"Yes?"
"Who would you hate seeing right now?"
"Malfoy, a death eater of any kind, and Harry." Hermione said looking up. She instantly gasped.
"Why don't you take this and go in the dressing room." Lavender handed her a stack of clothes.
Hermione grabbed them and ran to the nearest opening in the wall, willing Harry not to see her.
~~~
"So," Lavender purred. "Why do you think someone's best friend would get him together with his other best friend?"
Ron was still folding another shirt option, not looking up. "I haven't the foggiest."
"That's funny Ronnikins. I seem to remember an ugly bet and an angry bookie. That isn't the way to go about love."
Ron looked up and glared. "Not that you would know how to go about love." He sneered.
"Please, you're the one who called it off. And besides, that's not what we're talking about here. We're talking about you being a complete wanker and sabotaging your friends." She said, jamming her finger into his chest, as if he weren't aware it was him she was talking about.
Ron pushed her hand away. "No, we and NOT talking about me being a wanker, we're talking about- hey, how do you know about that?"
"You admit to being a wanker? Finally! If you had said that when we were going out I wouldn't have left you."
Ron made stopping gestures. "Oh no! You didn't leave me, I left you."
"Are you trying to flag down a plane? Put your arms down! I left you!"
~~~
Hermione threw the clothes into the corner bench and hastily shut the door. She leaned against it, breathing in and out, waiting for her heart rate to slow.
"It's been about fifty years since I've seen a woman," A smooth masculine voice said. "And never one so scared."
Hermione turned white, then her color returned. "Excuse me? Why is there a male mirror in the women's dressing room?" The second it came out of her mouth she instantly regretted it. She rubbed her eyes and sighed. "I'm in the men's room, aren't I?"
"Yes, mon chairee, but that's no reason to leave. You obviously came in here because you're in a rush, so why don't you change?"
Hermione looked at the large mirror warily.
"Don't be such a prude, I won't look!"
After a moment Hermione said, "Alright." reaching for one of the shirts.
"Er, excuse me?"
"Yes?" She said, sounding harassed.
"Not that I was looking or anything, but you should really go with the lacey thing first. It seems that that is what should be going under clothes."
Hermione picked it up. "I'm going to kill Lavender."
"Why? It's certainly your color."
~~~
Harry peered around the pillar. He saw a flash of brown hair coming from the men's changing room. He'd know that hair anywhere, but why was she going into the men's room?
Intrigued he followed, slowly stepping around the displays.
Once he was inside he heard voices.
"Oh that's sexy, defiantly right for the occasion." A man purred.
"Do you really like it? I think it's too tight." He heard Hermione's voice.
"No, very Shaggable, but not too slutty."
"I can't believe I'm wearing this, much less modeling it."
All right, who was this person? Who was in there with her? Who was she modeling for? All this burned Harry, but he didn't get a chance to simmer for long. He heard Ron's yelling.
"YOU- YOU-YOU.-" It sounded like he was looking for a word.
"WE'VE GATHERED THAT IT'S ME!" He heard a female screech.
"YOU-YOU SCARLET WOMAN!" Harry almost started laughing then, scarlet woman; who uses that?
The next thing he heard was a Ron yell out in pain. Harry forgot why he was there and started running.
He found on staring blankly out into the women's section.
"Mate? What's wrong?"
Ron put his hand up to his eye, were there seemed to be the beginnings of a very impressive black eye. "I love that woman."
~~~
"Your sister is right, you are insane." Harry said flatly.
"All right, this is the rest of your life, not mine. If you're going to take my sister over me-"
"Any day, any time, Ron." Harry finished for him.
"Sick puppy, you don't know about my sister." Ron shook his head, then perked up. "Ooooh, what about this?" He said, holding up a Green dress.
"Ron that's a dress."
"No, it's a robe." Ron said smugly.
"No, it's a dress, a muumuu at that." Harry fingered it distastefully
"Fine, but you can't say no to leather." Ron help up a lime green leather jacket, covered in rhinestones. "This is even in your color."
"Don't ever say that's my color." Harry turned from his crestfallen friend to the stacks of dress shirts. he held up a gray one to himself and looked into a mirror connected to a square pillar.
"Hmm."
~~~
"Hermione, DON'T say you're about to catch one of the most eligible bachelors in the wizarding world in front of a room full of women who haven't touched a man in years, it's just not bright." Lavender said while picking up clothes left and right.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked meekly as Lavender held a shirt up to her. Hermione usually had a fiery spirit, but Lavender was something else, not to be toyed with. Hermione knew this well. So she just leaned in submission against a stack of rack of shirts and toyed with the sleeve of a purple one.
"Hermione dear?" Lavender asked sweetly.
"Yes?"
"Who would you hate seeing right now?"
"Malfoy, a death eater of any kind, and Harry." Hermione said looking up. She instantly gasped.
"Why don't you take this and go in the dressing room." Lavender handed her a stack of clothes.
Hermione grabbed them and ran to the nearest opening in the wall, willing Harry not to see her.
~~~
"So," Lavender purred. "Why do you think someone's best friend would get him together with his other best friend?"
Ron was still folding another shirt option, not looking up. "I haven't the foggiest."
"That's funny Ronnikins. I seem to remember an ugly bet and an angry bookie. That isn't the way to go about love."
Ron looked up and glared. "Not that you would know how to go about love." He sneered.
"Please, you're the one who called it off. And besides, that's not what we're talking about here. We're talking about you being a complete wanker and sabotaging your friends." She said, jamming her finger into his chest, as if he weren't aware it was him she was talking about.
Ron pushed her hand away. "No, we and NOT talking about me being a wanker, we're talking about- hey, how do you know about that?"
"You admit to being a wanker? Finally! If you had said that when we were going out I wouldn't have left you."
Ron made stopping gestures. "Oh no! You didn't leave me, I left you."
"Are you trying to flag down a plane? Put your arms down! I left you!"
~~~
Hermione threw the clothes into the corner bench and hastily shut the door. She leaned against it, breathing in and out, waiting for her heart rate to slow.
"It's been about fifty years since I've seen a woman," A smooth masculine voice said. "And never one so scared."
Hermione turned white, then her color returned. "Excuse me? Why is there a male mirror in the women's dressing room?" The second it came out of her mouth she instantly regretted it. She rubbed her eyes and sighed. "I'm in the men's room, aren't I?"
"Yes, mon chairee, but that's no reason to leave. You obviously came in here because you're in a rush, so why don't you change?"
Hermione looked at the large mirror warily.
"Don't be such a prude, I won't look!"
After a moment Hermione said, "Alright." reaching for one of the shirts.
"Er, excuse me?"
"Yes?" She said, sounding harassed.
"Not that I was looking or anything, but you should really go with the lacey thing first. It seems that that is what should be going under clothes."
Hermione picked it up. "I'm going to kill Lavender."
"Why? It's certainly your color."
~~~
Harry peered around the pillar. He saw a flash of brown hair coming from the men's changing room. He'd know that hair anywhere, but why was she going into the men's room?
Intrigued he followed, slowly stepping around the displays.
Once he was inside he heard voices.
"Oh that's sexy, defiantly right for the occasion." A man purred.
"Do you really like it? I think it's too tight." He heard Hermione's voice.
"No, very Shaggable, but not too slutty."
"I can't believe I'm wearing this, much less modeling it."
All right, who was this person? Who was in there with her? Who was she modeling for? All this burned Harry, but he didn't get a chance to simmer for long. He heard Ron's yelling.
"YOU- YOU-YOU.-" It sounded like he was looking for a word.
"WE'VE GATHERED THAT IT'S ME!" He heard a female screech.
"YOU-YOU SCARLET WOMAN!" Harry almost started laughing then, scarlet woman; who uses that?
The next thing he heard was a Ron yell out in pain. Harry forgot why he was there and started running.
He found on staring blankly out into the women's section.
"Mate? What's wrong?"
Ron put his hand up to his eye, were there seemed to be the beginnings of a very impressive black eye. "I love that woman."
~~~