Draco, still not wearing underwear and fully dressed in a knee-length black skirt, knee high boots, and a button up blouse, entered the Great Hall in time for supper, he and Potter, skipping the last two classes.

A faint pink came across his pale cheeks as he sat down at the Slytherin table.

He knew everyone was staring at him and Potter because silence fell.

"Hermione!" McGonagall called, "Help Silence up!"

Hermione obey.

Harry took a seat next to Ron.

"'Arry!" Ron grinned, "Should-"

He held up his hand, "Please, no more 'Harrietta' jokes..."

His friend's face fell.

"Oh, sorry, mate," Ron shoved potatoes into his mouth, "Grmphch prafis."

"What?" Harry grinned to Hermione who had sat back down.

"Quidditch practice today."

"Bloody hell..." Harry sighed, "How am I going to practice with these?" he motioned to his bust.

"A sports bra, Harry," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"That's perfect!" Harry's eyes gleamed, then his narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "You are serious, right? There is a such thing as a 'sports bra', right?"

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Hermione sighed, "Yes!"

"Do you have one?"

"Can we not talk about this?" Ron's ears had gone red.

"Oh, sorry, mate," Harry shoved some steak into his mouth before chugging his goblet of pumpkin juice.

"At least your manners are the same..." Hermione sighed before burying her nose in a book.

"Have you figured out how to reverse it?" Harry asked.

"Oh y- ow!" Ron reached down and rubbed his thigh.

"I'm researching," Hermione smiled apollogetically.

"I take it you have and won't tell me?"

Ron grinned, too, "Please, Hermi?"

Hermione sighed, "He needs to figure it out on his own."

"Fine," Harry said, standing up, knocking over his pumkin juice, "I've got Quidditch practice!"

He disappeared down the hall and found his way to his portrait where Romeo and Juliet were making out, "Would you quit snogging?!"

"Password?" Juliet spat.

"Baka," he climbed in, pissed.

"What are you doing here?" Draco glared at the raven-haired boy.

"It's my bloody room too!" Harry said, stripping down.

"What are you doing?! Do you just like undressing infront of me?!"

"No, I'm getting ready for Quidditch practice, though, it's none of your business!" Harry pulled on spandex shorts.

"With those?!" Draco pointed at his bust.

"WHAT IS IT WITH YOUR OBSESSION WITH MY BOOBS?!" Harry exploded.

Draco shrugged, "I'm not obsessed!"

"Are too!"

"Are not!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nuh-huh!"

"UH-HUH!"

"NUH-HUH!"

"Uh-huh infinety!" Harry said gleefully.

"That is so childish!" Draco pouted.

"You are a child," Harry agreed, pulling on a stretchy bra.

"What's that?"

"You're peeking!"

"So," Draco shrugged again, repeating, "What's that?"

"A sports bra, I think," Harry looked in the mirror.

"Very good, dearie," The mirror wheezed, sarcastic.

"Oh, shut it," Harry glared at it before quickly dressing in the rest of his Quidditch robes.

"Bye bye," Draco sneered, heading to shower. He peeked into his pants, letting out a low moan, "Noooo! It's still gone...."

Harry arrived, clutching his broom to his chest, glad to be back.

Harry shivered.

"Good, you're already dressed," Angelina said, "We weren't sure which dressing room you should use."

"Ah, well, thanks," Harry said sarcastically.

Practice went by quick and easily and Harry regreted coming back to his room.

"Finally, well, I supposeit's good you took your bloody time- Gryffindors need all the practice they can get,now don't they?" Draco sneered as Harry climbed in.

"I see your cheek hasn't healed from this morning, huh, Malfoy? Maybe you need to remember exactly how it got there," Harry said calmly, changing into his nightgown.

"Shut it," Malfoy snapped, "Anyway, this is just a scheme for 'inter-house relationships' to form, huh, Potter. How many times did you have to kiss up to that old bat they call a headmaster?"

"Don't talk like that about Dumbledore!" Harry glared, reaching for his wand.

"Don't tell me how to talk about people! Father says you're an insufferable know-it-all and shouldn't be pampered like you are!"

"I'm not pampered, you prick!" Harry snarled, "Not like you!"

"Pampered my ass! JUST BECAUSE YOUR BOOBS ARE BIGGER DOESN'T- " Draco's hand shot up to his mouth and he burst into noisy tears, running into the bathroom.

He woke up with a rustling of paper and he found Malfoy poring over a Potions essay.

"G'morning," Harry yawned.

"Shut it," Malfoy held up his index finger to further silence him.

"Why?" he answered defiently.

"We have Snape first block."

"And...?"

"He's giving a pop quiz on the potion from yesterday," he snapped, not looking up.

"Bloody hell," Harry sighed, grabbing a change of clothes and going into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

The door opened and Draco, parchment still in hand, grabbed his toothbrush as Harry quickly closed the shower curtain.

"What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" Harry yelled.

"Shut it," Draco said, mouth full of toothpaste, "It's not like I don't have one- two, myself," he shrugged.

"Whatever, as long as you stay out there."

"Is that a challenge?" Draco sneered.

"NO!"

Draco climbed in, his potions notes forgotten on the floor.

Harry gave a shriek, trying to cover up, "GET OUT YOU PRICK!"

Draco grinned, "Why?"

"Because I'm not queer," his voice lowered.

"But I'm female on the outside, male on the inside- you said it your self," Draco pressed him against the wall of the slick shower, the warm water flowing down his blonde hair, matting it against his back and breasts.

"But-but-"

"You can't say you don't forget you're a girl when you look at me," Draco purred in his ear.

"Dra-Draco..." Harry quivered underneath blonde's grip.