A/N: Harry will now be addressed as a 'she' in this and following chapters.
Harry's ears were burning as she looked upon the new pile of clothing on her bed. McGonagall had taken her shopping and ended up choosing most of Harry's clothing. Most of the clothing was skirts and sleeveless shirts. Harry had been able to sneak in a few pairs of jeans and baggy long-sleeved shirts however. There was a clear difference between Harry and the professor as to what she should wear. McGonagall (or Minerva as the woman had insisted all during the trip) had thought that Harry would look wonderful in bright colors, buying him things in light greens, blues, and even some pinks. Harry had gone for a darker look, only buying black or dark green shirts. The only things they agreed on were the light blue jeans and the new pair of shoes that were a safe neutral grey.
Underwear was the most embarrassing thing to buy. Harry had put her foot down, one hundred percent on anything with lace, roses, sequence or any other 'disturbingly girlie accessory' as she put it. Just simple white for most, and some black.
A knock on the door pulled Harry out of her stupor.
"Harry, can we come in?" came Ginny's voice from the other side.
Harry gave a hoarse laugh. She had just started getting up the courage to tell Ginny how she felt, and now! Now Harry was a girl! Now nothing could happen between them… Never.
"Yeah." She said, looking down at the floor.
The door opened and in came Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Neville.
"Are you all right?" Ginny asked, moving next to Harry, rubbing her back lightly. Harry's eyes snapped open and she scooted away a bit.
"Yeah, I'm fine… Just… Well… Have to adjust, you know? I don't think the Dursley's will like this… No way." A strained laugh escaped her lips, "Oh well. Um, Hermione, could you help me find something to wear? I have all of this, and I don't know…"
Hermione nodded her understanding and picked up some of the clothing while Harry took the other half, and then the two disappeared into the bathroom.
There was silence between the three left in the room for a moment before Ron decided to break the silence.
"Wow… I still can't believe that Harry is a girl now… Not even after staring at him for like ten minutes straight."
"Technically, 'her', now, Ron." Ginny said. She stared at the bathroom door for a few moments, "Why did she flinch like that? It was like Harry was trying to get as far away from me as she could."
Neville shrugged his shoulders. He had taken to hanging out with Harry more ever since the battle in the Department of Mysteries. The two would talk about it sometimes. Or other times they would just talk about irrelevant things, like what was the best way to cook pineapples. It didn't matter, just as long as they were there for one another… They had both lost loved ones to Bellatrix Lestrange. They both knew the anger that had bottled up inside the other and understood it. Neville couldn't stand watching Harry go through something that he couldn't help with…
In the bathroom…
Harry stood in the bathroom, looking at the collection of clothing. "So, what should I wear?"
Hermione shook her head, "I don't think that is what you asked me in here about, Harry."
Harry stared at her for a moment and then stooped down, taking out matching underwear and then fishing out a pair of light blue jeans. She then rooted through the pile some more, and found a black sleeveless shirt.
"This look okay?" Harry asked, holding the clothes up a bit so that her friend could see them.
"Yes, Harry, they look fine." Hermione said, smiling faintly. She then sat on the edge of the seat and watched Harry undress. "You know, you should tell her. I don't think that she would really care. She knows that it really is you under all of that."
"Hmph. I can tell she is totally weirded out by the whole thing. No way would she still want to date me…"
"You are such a pessimist, it is insane!" Hermione yelled, taking a shirt and throwing it at Harry.
The shirt landed on Harry's head, covering her face. She turned to face Hermione, hands on her hips, "Very funny, Hermione."
Hermione burst out in laughter, holding her sides. Harry ripped the shirt from her head and threw it on the floor. "May I ask what is so funny, Hermione Anne Granger?"
"Just you!" the brown-haired young woman said. "You really aren't that threatening, you know. Especially when you are only in your underwear."
Harry's face turned scarlet and she pulled on the pair of jeans she had picked out. She then put on her shirt.
"Okay, having long hair is really annoying." Harry mumbled.
"Let me, Harry." Hermione said as she pushed herself off of the sink. She then took all of Harry's hair out from under her shirt and then combed it out with her fingers. She then separated the combed hair into three parts, beginning to braid it carefully. Hermione then fished in her pocket for a moment and then found a green scrunchie. She tied it at the end of the braid, keeping it together. "There we go. It should stay out of your way most of the time now."
"Thanks 'Mione…" Harry said softly, looking at herself in the mirror.
"Do you want to go back into the dorm room, or are you going to stay in here for a while? Either way, I am going to pack your trunk for you, I have seen what you have done to your clothes by just flinging them in there." Hermione said, lightly smiling as she finished.
Harry answered by shaking her head, a smile upon her face and making her way back into the dorm room.
"What do you think?" Harry asked, turning around a little so that her audience could see everything.
"Very nice, Harry." Ginny said softly, her eyes sad.
Ron nodded and turned his face away as it began to turn red.
"You look very pretty, Harry." Neville said.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Neville and then laughed, "Thanks, Neville."
Neville nodded and then lay down on his bed. "What are you going to do for sleeping arrangements? There are only three days left, but that means two more nights here. Are you going to stay here or are you going to go off somewhere else?"
Harry tilted her head to the side. Was it just her, or did Neville sound like he wanted her to stay?
"I don't know, 'Ville. I still need to ask McGonagall. I will probably stay in the infirmary. Pomfrey will probably want to take some tests anyway…"
"Well, I hope that you feel better soon." Ginny said as she left the room.
"How the hell do you get better from being changed into a girl?" Ron asked, his voice raised an octave.
"Yep. I'm staying in the infirmary."
Conditions Met:
These conditions have only been met half-way so far.
1. More than one character must have their gender switched.
2. They are switched unvolunterily.