Harry was quick to storm back to the common room and stopped only at the
fat lady who cast him an annoyingly suspicious eye. "Password?"
"Buggar!" Harry spat.
"I beg your pardon," The painting said in shock. "Young man, watch your language.
Harry was not in the mood. "It's –your- password! If –you- don't like it, change it!"
"Oh..." The painting said, casting a sidelong glance to see if anyone else had seen their exchange. "Right, I suppose it is," She said as she began to open up.
Harry stepped through the doorway hearing the fat lady mumble that he didn't have to say it so violently.
Ron and Hermione were both waiting for him, though as Ron seemed to be anxious, Hermione seemed reserved and un-talkative, as he passed by she didn't so much as look at him.
"Harry?" Ron asked as Harry walked by and began to head up to the boys' dormitory. Harry remained silent, too afraid of what might come out of his mouth. He was so mad he wanted to break something.
As he began his march up the stairs, he only made it halfway before the stairway collapsed and he fell backwards to the floor below. "ALREADY?!!" He shouted in anger. He had seen that happen once before, as Ron had foolishly charged up into the girls' dormitory once only to find himself on his back. Yet Hermione was able to enter the boys dormitory which meant this was a direct result of his banning.
Harry struck the wall with his fist. Which served only to generate a severe amount of pain in his hand. The other few kids who were in the common room kept uncommonly silent as they watched Harry.
"Harry what's going on?" Ron finally asked.
Hermione, Harry noticed, was still not looking at him, nor did she seem surprised at his apparent inability to climb the dorm steps to his room.
"Snape," Harry hissed. "He's having a field-day with this curse!"
It seemed to dawn on Ron just what Harry was meaning and his eyes got wide. "You can't mean... He wants you to sleep in the girls... I mean that's- That's the girls- and your... Well I mean- they can't possibly mean for you... buggar." Ron finally concluded. Harry couldn't agree more.
"And this," Harry said as he opened up the bundle of clothes for Ron to see.
"Girls uniform?"
"Yeah, Snape said I had to wear it to every one of my classes for a solid week."
"He's making you stay a girl?" Ron asked in horror.
"Oh no," Harry remarked humorlessly. "He said I could wear it whichever way I choose," Harry seemed to want to strike something again. "Same as my dorm, really. I have the option to remain a boy, but if I want to get to my stuff and sleep in a bed I have to turn into a girl to climb those steps. And If I want to save as much face as I can when attending class I'll have to do it as a girl. I can't believe this!"
"That's mad!" Ron outburst mirroring Harry's feelings. "That bastard. Just because his mum didn't breastfeed him, he doesn't have to take it out on others." Ron sneered.
Harry smiled at this. If anyone could make him feel better, it'd have to be Ron.
"Where do you suppose that pervert got a girl's uniform from anyway?" Ron asked, bringing to mind a question Harry had overlooked. Ron failed to notice Hermione put her head in her hand. "You don't suppose he had one on hand, do you?"
"It's not important," Harry answered, having already surmised where such a uniform may have come from.
Ron shrugged. "So, it's about time to head down to the great hall for dinner right? I'm starving!"
Harry inwardly smiled at how quickly Ron could change topics. "Yeah let's go, come on Hermione." Hermione finally looked up and seemed to realize Harry's expression had finally calmed down. She nodded wordlessly and stood to follow.
"Buggar!" Harry spat.
"I beg your pardon," The painting said in shock. "Young man, watch your language.
Harry was not in the mood. "It's –your- password! If –you- don't like it, change it!"
"Oh..." The painting said, casting a sidelong glance to see if anyone else had seen their exchange. "Right, I suppose it is," She said as she began to open up.
Harry stepped through the doorway hearing the fat lady mumble that he didn't have to say it so violently.
Ron and Hermione were both waiting for him, though as Ron seemed to be anxious, Hermione seemed reserved and un-talkative, as he passed by she didn't so much as look at him.
"Harry?" Ron asked as Harry walked by and began to head up to the boys' dormitory. Harry remained silent, too afraid of what might come out of his mouth. He was so mad he wanted to break something.
As he began his march up the stairs, he only made it halfway before the stairway collapsed and he fell backwards to the floor below. "ALREADY?!!" He shouted in anger. He had seen that happen once before, as Ron had foolishly charged up into the girls' dormitory once only to find himself on his back. Yet Hermione was able to enter the boys dormitory which meant this was a direct result of his banning.
Harry struck the wall with his fist. Which served only to generate a severe amount of pain in his hand. The other few kids who were in the common room kept uncommonly silent as they watched Harry.
"Harry what's going on?" Ron finally asked.
Hermione, Harry noticed, was still not looking at him, nor did she seem surprised at his apparent inability to climb the dorm steps to his room.
"Snape," Harry hissed. "He's having a field-day with this curse!"
It seemed to dawn on Ron just what Harry was meaning and his eyes got wide. "You can't mean... He wants you to sleep in the girls... I mean that's- That's the girls- and your... Well I mean- they can't possibly mean for you... buggar." Ron finally concluded. Harry couldn't agree more.
"And this," Harry said as he opened up the bundle of clothes for Ron to see.
"Girls uniform?"
"Yeah, Snape said I had to wear it to every one of my classes for a solid week."
"He's making you stay a girl?" Ron asked in horror.
"Oh no," Harry remarked humorlessly. "He said I could wear it whichever way I choose," Harry seemed to want to strike something again. "Same as my dorm, really. I have the option to remain a boy, but if I want to get to my stuff and sleep in a bed I have to turn into a girl to climb those steps. And If I want to save as much face as I can when attending class I'll have to do it as a girl. I can't believe this!"
"That's mad!" Ron outburst mirroring Harry's feelings. "That bastard. Just because his mum didn't breastfeed him, he doesn't have to take it out on others." Ron sneered.
Harry smiled at this. If anyone could make him feel better, it'd have to be Ron.
"Where do you suppose that pervert got a girl's uniform from anyway?" Ron asked, bringing to mind a question Harry had overlooked. Ron failed to notice Hermione put her head in her hand. "You don't suppose he had one on hand, do you?"
"It's not important," Harry answered, having already surmised where such a uniform may have come from.
Ron shrugged. "So, it's about time to head down to the great hall for dinner right? I'm starving!"
Harry inwardly smiled at how quickly Ron could change topics. "Yeah let's go, come on Hermione." Hermione finally looked up and seemed to realize Harry's expression had finally calmed down. She nodded wordlessly and stood to follow.
