After an amazingly long shopping trip, Hermione and her newfound 'female'
shopping buddy, who she had waited and prayed for for such a long time
after coping with two lazy useless males for five years, slumped down onto
the pavement with all the weight that they were carrying.
"Wow," said Harriet, "I've never done that before..."
"Being a girl is just the best thing ever Harriet (apart from that time of
the month- and child birth) but...you won't have to worry about that I
guess."
"Yeah..." Harriet suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, and for the first
time throughout the whole shopping trip he suddenly became very conscious
about all the inquiring faces around him. Was he completely stupid? This
change had come over him so quickly he hardly knew what was happening... But
it couldn't be. He refused to believe it. He had had spells cast on him
before but none of them had made him this keen about something. He just was
a normal person who enjoyed wearing these clothes, and well, he just didn't
feel comfortable as a male- it was perfectly normal- wasn't it? Some people
were just like that and he was one of them.
Just then, a prominent patch of orange shone through the crowd.
"Ron!" Cried Hermione. Ron turned towards her but still hadn't caught sight
of Harriet.
"Hey, where's Harry? Couldn't he make it?"
"Th-th-that's Harry Ron." She turned towards Harriet, who looked as though
he would do anything to sink further and further into the ground. Ron's
reaction, though a little belated as he failed at first to make the
connection, was the complete opposite to Hermione's. As soon as he
recognised that it was Harry he laughed so hard and uncontrollably that all
of Harriet's onlookers had turned their attention towards him.
"Great joke mate!" He said, whiping his eyes, "a little weird for you, but
hilarious all the same." Harriet, who was too embarrassed to admit that it
wasn't a joke, braced himself and said: "Glad you found it funny," and
attempted a very forced laugh which Ron took to be genuine. Hermione
decided that it would be wrong for her to intervene, and made up her mind
to leave it up to Harriet to tell him in his own time.
"I better go and change and get my stuff then." Said Harriet, and walked
dejectedly up to the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione looked after him pitifully,
while Ron, who was still reveling in the thought of Harry as a drag queen
laughed himself sick.
shopping buddy, who she had waited and prayed for for such a long time
after coping with two lazy useless males for five years, slumped down onto
the pavement with all the weight that they were carrying.
"Wow," said Harriet, "I've never done that before..."
"Being a girl is just the best thing ever Harriet (apart from that time of
the month- and child birth) but...you won't have to worry about that I
guess."
"Yeah..." Harriet suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, and for the first
time throughout the whole shopping trip he suddenly became very conscious
about all the inquiring faces around him. Was he completely stupid? This
change had come over him so quickly he hardly knew what was happening... But
it couldn't be. He refused to believe it. He had had spells cast on him
before but none of them had made him this keen about something. He just was
a normal person who enjoyed wearing these clothes, and well, he just didn't
feel comfortable as a male- it was perfectly normal- wasn't it? Some people
were just like that and he was one of them.
Just then, a prominent patch of orange shone through the crowd.
"Ron!" Cried Hermione. Ron turned towards her but still hadn't caught sight
of Harriet.
"Hey, where's Harry? Couldn't he make it?"
"Th-th-that's Harry Ron." She turned towards Harriet, who looked as though
he would do anything to sink further and further into the ground. Ron's
reaction, though a little belated as he failed at first to make the
connection, was the complete opposite to Hermione's. As soon as he
recognised that it was Harry he laughed so hard and uncontrollably that all
of Harriet's onlookers had turned their attention towards him.
"Great joke mate!" He said, whiping his eyes, "a little weird for you, but
hilarious all the same." Harriet, who was too embarrassed to admit that it
wasn't a joke, braced himself and said: "Glad you found it funny," and
attempted a very forced laugh which Ron took to be genuine. Hermione
decided that it would be wrong for her to intervene, and made up her mind
to leave it up to Harriet to tell him in his own time.
"I better go and change and get my stuff then." Said Harriet, and walked
dejectedly up to the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione looked after him pitifully,
while Ron, who was still reveling in the thought of Harry as a drag queen
laughed himself sick.