One Night In High Heels

By Emerald Dragon08

Disclaimer: Since I have red hair and no money, I highly doubt I own these characters, the rights to them, or the mind that created them. Don't you?

Summary: Harry lost a bet with Ron and now he has to spend one night as a girl in a club. The same club as Draco Malfoy, but Draco doesn't like girls... H/D slash

A/N: Well, this just randomly popped into my head while washing dishes. Dunno why, but I HAD to write it. I couldn't help it. I hope it's good, and please review. Don't flame though, I've already caught my hand on fire once before. I wouldn't care to do it again.

Sorry guys, I would have posted this yesterday, but Mcrappy (McAfee) was acting up.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

(Recap: "Stupid heels!" He angrily threw them down the empty side walk and collapsed on his hands and knees and cried. Until a hand touched his shoulder.

"Harry?" a surprised voice asked. )

Harry spun around and away from the touch, expecting Draco to be there. But it wasn't. It was Ron. Oh, God. It was RON! Harry panicked and stood up quickly, fiercely brushing away tears and looked away.

"Harry? What happened? What wrong?" A concerned Ron asked, trying to move so that he could see Harry's face. Harry still looked away.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong, Ron. Everything's just peachy. Angel Dandy, Cotton Candy, Ron. Perfect." He began to rant about everything being just great in a slightly sarcastic tone. Ron was even more shocked, if possible. Not only was Harry wearing a skirt and bawling his eyes out, he was now ranting like a madman. He touched Harry's shoulder.

Harry stopped his ranting to look at Ron, tears welling in his eyes again. "Please, Ron. Not now...Can we just... go home?" Hesitantly, Ron nodded and led Harry to the alley he had come from. With two loud pops, the two disappeared, leaving only Harry's high heels behind.

Back at the house that the three of them shared, Harry had opened the door and walked numbly up the stairs to his bedroom, ignoring Hermione's greetings and protests. When Ron came in, he was greeted with a very angry Hermione who was intent on scolding him for the bet and the obvious state Harry was in.

"How could you let this happen? What happened, Ron? Why is Harry acting like this? What did you do to him?"

Ron's only reply was, "I have no idea, 'Mione. I went there to see how it went and to bring him back home, but I found him about 4 buildings over from the club outside of an alley, crying on the ground. He wouldn't tell me what happened, but I could tell there was something seriously wrong. Then he started ranting about everything being 'Perfect'" Ron ended in a sarcastic voice.

Hermione softened, and sat down at the table next to Ron. She turned to him with a sad smile, "He'll tell us when he can, love." She said as she put a hand over his.

"I hope so", Ron replied.

A/N: My writing always turns out better when I only had a vague idea of what to write, and then just type till it's done. So convenient. Well, my beloved readers, hopefully McAfee will work soon and I can answer your reviews.

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