Chapter Two:
"Panty" Parkinson
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A/n: All of your reviews were so nice! Thank you all so much, I'm almost embarrassed writing this, but here ya' go!
Harry stumbled out of bed the next morning. He went over to his mirror and squinted at his reflection.
"AHHHHHH!"
"Harry! What's wrong?" asked Hermione as she and Ron frantically rushed in.
Harry was staring transfixed at his reflection. It was much different from the one he had yesterday, because, well yesterday he had been a he, if you catch my drift. Harry's new face was much more feminine. His chin was now delicately tapered and his nose was smaller. His eyes were larger and now had rather flamboyant lashes. They were still bright, bold, and very, very green. Would it give him away? And between you and me, he would definitely be needing that bra.
Harry turned towards his friends.
"Oh," said Ron.
"Harry, your scar!" cried Hermione.
Harry whipped back towards the mirror and lifted his hair off his forehead. It was still there.
"Looks like you'll have to wear makeup to hide it." said Hermione.
"Glad you thought of-
"Holy spit!"
Fred and George had just apparated into the room. They stared at Harry as if he'd suddenly become a girl (Like that would ever happen!).
"Blimey, Harry," said Fred. "Is that you?" Harry nodded glumly.
"Dang. You're hot as a girl, Harry," remarked George.
"That's wrong on so many levels," gasped Hermione as she laughed with the rest of them.
After grabbing a bite to eat, Harry headed out to do his school shopping. Alone. Without his friends. As a GIRL. As a Slytherin girl. He had to buy girl clothes and get a girl's haircut and other such feminine things. He (from here on she) didn't like the way her breasts jiggled while she walked, so the first thing to do would be to get a bra. Yes, this was Harry Potter, cold and alone. Shopping for her first bra.
(I'm going to call Harry by his feminine name from here on. So Harry is now Harrietta, m'kay? Back to the story)
Hufflepuff's Secret was the only undergarment store on Diagon Alley (Helga had a wild side! Who knew?). So our hero(wine) boldly goes forth into the confusing world of (dramatic pause) women's underwear! Duh, duh, duh!
And who should Harrietta meet while pacing the 50 off rack, but Pansy Parkinson! Gryiffendor's second most hated Slytherin!
"Uh, excuse me… What's this mean…?" asked a tentative Harrietta. Ah, a Slytherin! Now is my chance. And I'm quite lost actually…
"Oh! Is it your first time…?" answered Pansy, almost pleasantly at that.
"…Yeah…" replied Harrietta, blushing.
"Do you know what size you are?" questioned Pansy. She had taken pity on poor little Harietta.
"Er, no…"
"Come with me!" Pansy whisked Harrietta to the back of the store
And so our protagonist makes her first friend.
Half an hour later Harrietta and Pansy left the shop. They were fast friends, having "bonded" over the half priced panties bin.
"Oh what's your surname anyway?" asked Pansy with a colloquial air.
"Uh, Taverly." Harietta replied.
"First name?" said Pansy, rolling her eyes.
"Harrietta."
"Huh. So you goin' to Hogwarts?"
"Yeah."
"What year?"
"Fifth."
"Me too. What house?" Pansy was suddenly more wary. She'd never seen this girl before. What if she'd been talking to a Hufflepuff or, oh horror, a Gryfindor!
"Well, I was home schooled till now, but I 'spect I'll be in Slytherin. That was my Uncle's house, before they kicked him out, of course." Harrietta held her (formerly his!) breath. Would Pansy swallow her lies?
She did. "Oh, well in that case, we'll be glad to have you."
"Thanks, Pansy."
"You're welco- Hey! How'd you know my name?"
Oh no. What do I say? Uh, um, oh, what do I say! "Uh… I have my ways," Harrietta added a smirk for good measure. Yeees! Saved!
"Riiiight. Well, I've got to go meet a friend. Meet me tomorrow at Flourish and Blotts?"
"Sure."
"See ya!" And with that Pansy ran off to tell her friend about the "new girl".
Well, I might as well get my uniform today. My GIRL uniform. Oh god, I'll have to wear a skirt, thought Harrietta.
She strolled down the street to Madame Malkin's and who should be standing inside but the most hated student in Slytherin, Draco Malfoy!
A/n: Haha, now I'm gonna leave you all hanging. I'm sorry it took me so long to get the second chapter up, but I was busy applying to a magnet school and then I forgot… I happy to say I was accepted and now have four years of creative writing ahead of me!
I'd like to thank all my reviewers. You guys are the best! Again I'm sorry it took so long. Hopefully the next one won't take so long!
Poor Harry!