Title: Invisusamore

Author: Nephimar

Rating: PG-13 (for a while anyway)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. No trademark infringement is intended. I just enjoy corrupting JK's characters.

Additional Rambling: My ransom has been met and here is the promised chapter!
The second half of this chapter was inspired by sleep deprivation and was actually the first part of this story I wrote. One late night, I was listening to No Doubt and flipping through the CD booklet. I was looking at a picture of Gwen Stefani and suddenly shouted, "She looks like a female Draco!" And of course, I decided that I had to write a story about it.

Warnings: You'll never be able to look at Gwen Stefani the same way again.

Invisusamore

Draco in Drag

A few days later, Harry could be found sitting in the Gryffindor common room brooding. As he thought of all the nasty things he'd like to do to Malfoy, he subconsciously began shredding one of the pamphlets into confetti.

None of the Gryffindor's seemed to believe what was written in those pages, but the same couldn't be said for the other Houses. He'd had to endure unending comments from the Slytherins about getting it up the arse. Potions classes had been a nightmare. Snape had made a point of moving him way from Ron and any other male in the room so that he might not become distracted.

The teachers (with exception to Snape) had made it clear that no materials not pertaining to their lessons would be tolerated in class. But that was about all they could do. As far as Harry could see, Malfoy had gone completely unpunished.

Harry's revenge plotting was interrupted by giggling. He frowned at the other side of the room where Parvati and Lavender were applying paint to Ginny's face via wand. Parvati's wand spouted a small crimson fountain which landed to settle on Ginny's lips. Lavender eyed her critically and shook her head. She pointed her wand at the youngest Weasley's face and muttered a spell. Ginny's mouth suddenly took on a lighter shade. Harry's thoughts of vengeance were briefly forgotten as he watched the slow transformation of Ginny's face, hair and even clothing in fascination.

Inspiration struck Harry with a nearly physical blow. He stood and joined the girls on the other side of the room. When he approached, they stopped and eyed him wearily. He'd been getting that a lot lately. They might not believe what had been printed about him, but that didn't mean they didn't think him capable of loosing the tenuous hold he'd kept on his temper at any moment. He had even heard Seamus and Dean quietly betting on how long it would be before Malfoy fell victim to a nasty 'accident'.

"Could you guys teach me some of those spells?" he asked of the girls.

Parvati looked confused. "But I thought the pamphlets weren't tru—"

Both Lavender and Ginny tried to clamp a hand over her mouth at the same time. This resulted in something like a pair of soft slaps delivered to Parvati's face.

"Sure, Harry, we'll show you."

"Yeah, um, what do you want to see first?"

Once the impromptu lesson got underway, Harry was surprised at just how many self-improvement spells the girls knew. Make-up seemed to be the least of what they could do.

When they had taught him nearly everything they knew, he thanked them and asked, "Do you know when the next Hogsmead weekend is scheduled for?"

"Weekend after next I think. Why?"

"Oh, no reason," Harry replied far too innocently.

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Parchment and bottles of multicolored potions cluttered the desk of Professor Snape. He sat amid the mess bent over his lesson plans for his third year classes. He let out a weary sigh and wrote a few more notes before moving on to his next task. The next task was, of course, more lesson plans. He dipped his quill into the inkpot and began planning for the fourth years.

BANG!

Snape's head snapped up as the door to his office was flung open and crashed into the dungeon wall. Reaching for the wand hidden up his sleeve, he rose from his seat.

A young blonde girl stood in the shadowed doorway. Snape arched an eyebrow and wondered why Hannah Abbott would dare to enter as she had. The idiot girl was terrified of Snape and hardly ever spoke in class.

In his most demanding voice he asked, "What is the meaning of this, Miss. Abbott?"

"Do I look like a Hufflepuff to you?!" said the visitor in a deep, angry voice.

The intruder took a few large strides into the room and was illuminated with candlelight. Snape's mouth twitched at the corners and he had to fight a rare smile. It was not Hannah Abbott that had come to call. Dressed in a tight fitting blouse and a pleated, green mini skirt with shoulder length pigtails was Draco Malfoy.

"You do indeed, Mr. Malfoy. A female Hufflepuff." Snape watched as a scowl spread across the boy's face. "And is that lipstick you're wearing?"

Draco mumbled something as he wiped his mouth on the arm of his long-sleeved white blouse. Glaring at the smear of red, he said, "I am going to kill Potter."

Ah, of course. It had only been a matter of time before Potter sought vengeance for the blow he had taken to his reputation as a heterosexual male. Potter's preferences were really of no interest to Snape, but he had always thought the boy looked a bit fey. For that matter, so did Draco. But no matter, back to the crisis at hand...

"What does Potter have to do with your choice of women's apparel?"

Waving his arms in an attempt to express his fury and causing his pigtails to swing back and forth, he yelled, "he did this to me!"

"Mr. Malfoy, you will keep your voice down while in my office."

"But look at me!" Draco shouted as he wildly gestured at himself.

Snape spoke in a low severe tone, "In my day, students jumped when a professor said jump, and continued jumping until told to stop. As I am still alive, it is still my day. Need I make myself clearer?"

The young Slytherin had the grace to look abashed and dropped his glare to the floor. Snape sighed in exasperation and said, "Now, what did Potter do?"

Draco looked up again and began his tale. "Some of the other Slytherins and I were in Hogsmead and heading to the Three Broomsticks. Potter jumped out from nowhere and transfigured my robes into this," he indicated the skirt and blouse. "Then he did something to lengthen my hair and put it in these ridiculous things," he said as he pulled at his pigtails. "And apparently he put make-up on me too. Before I realised what he'd done, he vanished into the crowd. Bloody coward."

He would have dearly loved to punish Potter, but this stunt wouldn't be enough to get him expelled. Maybe a detention and a few House Points, but nothing more.

"Mr. Malfoy, there isn't much I can do for you. Why don't you go change out of those clothes and wash the paint from your face."

"I can't go to the Common Room looking like this! Enough people have seen me already!" Draco yelled in outrage.

"Fine, I'll re-transfigure your robe, but you will have to wash your own face."

Once Draco was back in his black school robes he turned to leave Snape's office. As he opened the door, the Potions Master heard him mutter, "how did he know those spells anyway? Damned poncy git."

The door closed with a click and Snape stared at it for a moment. It seemed that the two rivals were even in prank points once again. Hopefully, Potter would do something worthy of expulsion. And if he did, Snape was determined to be there.

He pictured again in his mind Draco dressed as a girl and let out a chuckle. With a slight shake of his head, he sat back down and went back to his lesson plans.

A/N: Chapter 4 is firmly planned out in my head. Therefore, writing it shouldn't be too difficult. It should be coming along shortly.
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