"What? WHATTHEHELL?" Draco screamed staring down at his larger than life cleavage.
Harry just stood there, staring like any guy would.
"Well whadaya know," he whispered, "he DID have menstrual problems…"
"Um… if you two didn't guess what his disguise is… it's a woman."
"I FICKIN NOTICED!"
"So…have I…" Harry breathed.
"I'm afraid that's the only really effective costume…"
"FOR WHO?"
"…I could think of…"
"I'M GOING TO CRY!"
"…for your new school…"
"I'M GOING TO BAWL MY FUCKING EYES OUT!"
"…with Mr. Potter in your current situation."
"I KNOW YOU WANT TO SEE ME SUFFER!"
Harry took a hold of this situation. Literally.
"Here… let me hold you, it will make you feel better…"
Draco shoved Harry into a weird floating thing and grabbed his new dead weights, shaking them, screaming,
"DAMMIT, I DON'T WANT THESE!"
Harry about died. They were bigger than Pamela Anderson's for fucks sake.
Draco, because he took his hands off the marble floor, lost his balance and fell over with a 'wump!'
Dumbledore frowned and asked,
"Are they too big?"