Hey this is my THIRD chappy today and I'm happy! You guys are awesome. I'm running out of ideas on how to do my disclaimers so I'll just leave the disclaimer place blank until someone gives me an idea for one. Thanks for the reviews, favorites, and alerts. I will try not to disappoint. This chapter is special because it's in Max POV so knock yourselves out. It's gonna be hilarity at its finest. Max in a dress. Hmmmmm… I have an evil mind. If you have any tips for me please tell me. 3 you all.

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On with the story…

Max's POV

*I'll just run as soon as they let go of me. If they don't I won't buy anything… and then I'll murder them. Good plan Max.* She groaned when she saw the fancy script on the door of the shop. It was called Madam Lulu's. *Well that plan was just trashed. I gotta get out of here NOW!* Chill out Max. You can wear leggings underneath. I bet Fang would like to see you without those though. *Fang won't care, he never has and he never will.* Whatever you want Max, but you still have to get a dress. It's for the school so you don't have a choice. *I hate it when you're right* Max scowled and followed the girls into the store.

Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, and Ginny entered a few seconds later huffing and puffing. "Next time could you possibly be a little slower?" Ginny panted. "Sorry, but Max wouldn't normally go near a dress with a 20 foot pole. This is probably be the only day that we'll ever see her in a dress." Mrs. Weasley took one look at her and said, "Let's be quick with it. She is about to run away screaming." Angel nodded and got out a coil of rope. "Sorry Max, but you can't run while we pick them out." She said before tying her tightly. *ANGEL!* Sorry, sorry, sorry! They all scampered out in different directions to look for dresses. *Well crap.*

A girl walked up to Max and sneered. "What, you don't like to wear dresses so badly that your friends had to tie you up? Man you're just scared because you're ugly. You don't want people to see how ugly you are." Max narrowed her eyes. "What, you wear dresses so often because you're afraid to not look like a slut?" Max hissed. The girl's eyes narrowed as she pulled a dress out from behind her back. "If you agree to buy this dress I'll untie you. If you don't I make you suffer at school even if you're not a Gryffindor." Max rolled her eyes. "Trust me honey you know nothing of suffering." She said coldly, but she was beginning to panic. She and the rest of the Flock hated being tied up. It brought back bad memories. Sorry Max we're almost ready.

"Okay just untie me and give me the dress." Max grouched and the girl grinned. "I'm Pansy by the way Pansy Parkinson." Max snorted loudly. "The James Bond thing doesn't work for you. I'm Max Ride."

Pansy untied her and shoved the dress into her hands. "Have fun trying it on." Max gave her a look but went into the dressing room.

And then walked right back out. "Have you seen how short this thing is?" Pansy nodded sagely, "And you're going to buy it if you don't try it on." Max sighed and gave her the most frightening glare she would ever receive. Pansy shrunk into her seat, but motioned for Max to go back in the dressing room.

Max checked for cameras and anything that might possibly hurt her, but found nothing so she donned the dress. She felt slutty. Extremely slutty. God it barely came to her thigh. *At least it's not black.* She thought when Pansy yelled, "Incoming Max!" as she threw a pair of silver stiletto heels. "No way am I wearing those!" Max screamed, and threw them back out. "Yes you are! Or you lose the bet." Pansy sang and threw the shoes back in. "Okay you win this time."

The dress was also strapless and had –get this—wing patterns in black and the brown of her wings. The part covering her chest was ruffled, but there was no lace or anything. The heels were very sparkly and were encrusted with moonstones. Max pulled them on and walked out feeling severely underdressed.

"Ohmygod Max, where'd you get that dress?" Nudge screamed. She blushed a dark red which made Pansy chuckle. "Who're you?" She asked Pansy. "I'm Pansy Parkinson and I made a deal with your friend here and made her try on the dress. Now she has to buy it!" Angel and Nudge screamed and hugged her. "You are amazing, where have you been all my life!" Nudge yelled. "Be back in a second. Nudge make her look at herself in the mirror. She's calling herself the S-L-U-T word." Angel said and traipsed off muttering about moonstones.

Nudge steered Max over to the mirror. "Look at yourself for crying out loud Max! You look so pretty! The dress matches your bracelet too." Max gasped and stood there staring at herself. How could she look so slutty, yet so beautiful too? "Shocker huh? Well if you ever want to talk about fashion—except if you're a Gryffindor—then you know who to call." Pansy said and left.

"Come on Max let's pay for the dress and get out of here. Mrs. Weasley has magicked the other dresses back and the others have already picked theirs out. I got a pretty hot pink halter top dress with black lily patterns! It's really pretty. I also got this pretty bracelet and earrings with black lilies on them. Oh Angel says to come to the counter! Let's go!"Nudge cried with way too much excitement.

They checked out and Max saw the rest of the stuff. Hermione had gotten a beautiful purple dress with purple heels and pearl jewelry. Ginny had gone for a fairylike ball gown in the colors of the rainbow and had a pretty golden bracelet. Angel had a puffy white ball gown with ruby accessories and white slippers. She looked like an angel. Nudge hadn't done her dress justice. It was truly beautiful and truly Nudge. Her hot pink, rhinestone encrusted, high heeled boots went perfectly with her dress. I didn't have any jewelry, but that was fine with me. We all still had enough money for everything else so we went to the robe store.

Fang was there and he was mad. They must be trying to make him wear one of those frilly white things Iggy and Gazzy were wearing with these black robe thingies. Mr. Weasley practically jumped at Max. "Help!" he cried. "Fang, why don't you just try it? I bought a dress for crying out loud, so you can at least try on the frilly thingy. If you don't like it you can get a black tux with a black dress shirt underneath and a silver tie to match my dress, 'kay?" Max soothed. Fang calmed down and nodded.

He chose the tux. The frilly thing just looked creepy on him. White is not Fang's color. He looked way hot in the tux though. Max couldn't stop staring at him. "When do I get to see you in your dress?" he questioned. Max snorted, "Not any time soon buddy." Mr. Weasley cleared his throat, "Let's wait for the girls to finish getting their school robes, and then we can go to the other stores together."

We nodded and Nudge, Angel, Hermione, and Ginny were measured while I waited patiently for the last booth to open. A girl stepped out with a smile on her face and thanked the lady inside. "Next!" she called and Max quickly stepped in. "I'm claustrophobic so please try to hurry up." She said quietly so her voice wouldn't crack. Max closed her eyes. * You're in the woods flying. You're not in a tiny booth in a foreign country in a wizarding hubbub… Dang this isn't working!* Calm down Max concentrate on the bracelet that's on your wrist. Concentrate on what it means and what it does. Thoughts of Fang, the bracelet, and the Pool of Mirrors calmed her down and gave her strength. *Thanks Voice, you saved my butt there* Of course it didn't reply.

"You're done sweetie, now that wasn't too bad was it?" the lady said before Max nearly broke the door down getting out. "I… can… breath." She moaned taking huge gulps of air. Angel and Nudge had gotten out earlier and they were still pale."Can we get out of here now?" the Flock said simultaneously staring at the cubicles like something would emerge from them and eat them. "Sure." Harry said after paying for his robe and helping the others. They fought to get out the door first and tumbled out into the street.

"NEVER AGAIN!" they cried. They heard a quietly creepy chuckle from above them and immediately scrambled up and got into fighting stances. The person was Lucius Malfoy and he raised a brow at them until they relaxed somewhat. "Sorry to have startled you, Draco just went in." he said conversationally. Max's eyes narrowed, "We have a habit of running into each other at odd moments." He laughed again, "Yes it appears we do." Draco sped out and looked at them. Max paid the imbecile no attention. "We're claustrophobic." She said. "Ah." Mr. Malfoy replied, grabbed his son's hand, and waved goodbye as they walked off.

"Let's get wands next!" Angel said shaking her head at the retreating figures.

Next chapter is Malfoy's POV and you'll see why. Hope you liked this chapter!