Disclaimer: I own nothin except the plot. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling (No matter how much I wish they were mine P ) There's no money involved.

I really need a beta for this fic... English is not my first language and I suck at grammar...

erm, some characters may appear (more than just) a bit OOC

oh, just one more thing, should I make this Slash (HP/DM) ? P

It was dark outside and despite staying up late the previous night Harry couldn't fall asleep. No matter how much he tried to get comfortable, some strange feeling just wouldn't let him relax. Realizing it was no use just lying in bed, listening to his friends snoring; he got up and donned his invisibility cloak. He figured the Room of requirement would provide him with something to keep him amused for a couple of hours.

He walked towards his destination at a quick pace, pulling the cloak closer to his body to stop himself from shivering. The thick stone walls made sure the school was cool all year round.

Harry paused in front of the entrance, looked around nervously and started pacing, to make the door appear. Still wearing his father's cloak he absentmindedly put his hand on the door handle, noting that the door opened unusually smoothly. He was immediately glad he had been so quiet, not wanting to attract the unwanted attention of Snape or Filch. He opened the door just wide enough so that he could slip inside and stared at the sight in front of him, not believing his eyes. The room was eerily empty, bare stone walls, a couple of torches giving off soft, flickering light. There was no furniture, but a huge mirror stood in the centre of the room. But that wasn't what Harry was looking at. There, kneeling in front of the mirror, was Draco Malfoy. The blonde was wrapped in a dark, velvety cloak, his head hanging low. Taking a couple of steps towards his rival he could see something shimmering in the dim lighting, something white underneath the folds of soft, dark velvet. In the end, it was his old trainers that revealed Harry's presence. There was a loud gasp as he stumbled, his invisibility cloak slipped off his head. Malfoy hastily stood up, shaking hands grasping at his cloak. But it was too late. The fine material slipped trough his fingers to pool at his feet, leaving him in a beautiful white outfit. A woman's outfit, to be precise.

"Potter!" His voice was shaking noticeably, but he straightened himself anyway, trying to glare down at the slightly smaller boy. "What are you doing here?"Harry, who had been doing a pretty realistic impression of a fish, glared right back. "I could ask you the same thing…What on earth are you…doing?"
Malfoy's voice took on a more desperate tone as he tried to cover himself up with his cloak. "You can't tell…You can't tell anyone, do you understand!"
Harry's brows furrowed in confusion and slight annoyance. " I would be a lot more cooperative if you'd just explain the situation." Malfoy stared at him, worrying his lip. Finally, he stubbornly whispered. " What's the point?"
"Well, I'm sure Hermione and Ron would be glad to hear all about this and come up with some theories which, knowing Ron, could actually be more damaging for you than the actual truth. Now, please… What's up with all this shit you're wearing?"
Malfoy reluctantly mumbled an answer, little pink spots appearing on his cheeks. Unfortunately for him, his words were too muted for Harry to understand. When Malfoy realized that Potter still didn't get it, his temper finally made him explode. "I'm a fucking transvestite, OK?"