I'm so glad this has received such a positive response. Thank you so much for reading. I really appreciate it. I hope you enjoy this one. I can't help but wonder, what on Earth is Draco thinking? Silly boy. ;)
Harry wasn't as nervous about his long hair, as he had been with the nail polish. The day before had given him some confidence in this new look. He was Harry Potter, after all. Sure, the Slytherins hated him and the Hufflepuffs weren't very fond of him, but the whole of Gryffindor house had his back, and so did his friends. He put his hair up like Hermione had done it the night before and went down to breakfast with Ron and Hermione. Today, they were keen to keep him in between them.
Malfoy spotted them right away, his eyes popped out his head and he watched them take their seat at the Gryffindor table. Harry waved at him and the Slytherin scowled and flipped him off. Harry was smiling so hard it was beginning to hurt. The look on Malfoy's face was worth any insult the blonde would throw at him. He was clearly baffled by Harry's looks.
It was going to be a good day, he thought smugly, as he tucked into some eggs.
He was wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong. How could he have been so utterly, wrong? He thought miserably. The girls would not leave him alone! Even Lavender had tried to braid his hair. He had to threaten to hex her to get her to back off. Ginny had come up on him and had tried doing it when he had his nose in a book, studying. He hadn't noticed until his hair snagged on her bracelet.
"Ginny!" He yelped, jumping out of his seat and managing to knock the chair over. She waved her hands at him.
"Shh!" she said urgently, looking around. They were in the library.
"Stop!" He hissed. "I don't want it braided, why do you girls think I want it braided? You're all mad!"
He grabbed his book and shoved it into his bag. Madam Pince was coming around the corner.
"I'm leaving!" He yelled and stormed out. Stupid girls! They can braid their hair all they want. He didn't want to braid his hair! He liked it in the ponytail, that was good enough, no more! He didn't realize where his feet were taking him until he found himself in the old room Firenze used to teach Divination. It was no longer charmed to look like they outside, which Harry found was a bit depressing. Still, there were no weird girls lurking in the shadows, trying to braid his hair. So he settled, cross legged, on the floor and pulled out the Charms book he had been reading through.
Unfortunately, Harry was tired, and no longer in a chair. Plus Charms homework was dreadfully boring. It wasn't long before the Gryffindor fell asleep, sliding down the wall until he was curled up on the floor.
Something soft hit him in the face. He jerked away from it and then pulled it off.
"Ron," he whined, sure it was the red head, hitting him with another pillow. It wasn't a pillow though. It was a green dress and it wasn't a redhead that hit him with it, it was a blonde. Harry scrambled to his feet and looked for his wand.
His heart sunk as he realized his wand was not in his pocket. Malfoy smirked as he tossed it into the air.
"Looking for this, Potter?"
Harry licked his lips and looked around the room. It was clearly late, the sky outside was already dark. He couldn't hear any noise in the corridor. Was he out past curfew? He chose not to answer Malfoy's question but instead asked one of his own, holding out the dress and shaking it.
"What is this?"
Malfoy snorted. "It's a dress."
"Obviously," Harry said exasperated. "But why give it to me?"
Malfoy smirked and held his own wand up to point at Harry.
"I rather thought it would look nice on you, Potter. It matches your eyes and your nails. How lovely."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Your father has hair longer than me, Malfoy."
"He doesn't look like a girl," Malfoy retorted and crossed his arms. Harry rolled his eyes again and there was a stretch of silence as he contemplated on how to get his wand back. It didn't take long for Malfoy to figure out what Harry was thinking, he barked out a laugh.
"Oh, Potter. It's not going to be easy. You need to try on the dress, then I'll let you have your wand back."
Harry's mouth went dry.
"Put-put on the dress? Malfoy, I am not a girl!" he yelled at the Slytherin. He couldn't believe him. He was ridiculous. But Malfoy just raised one eyebrow. Harry glanced back down at the wands held loosely in Malfoy's hands. Short of just tackling him though, Harry was at a loss as to how to get them back. Instead he sighed loudly and pulled his shirt off, tossing it on a table. Malfoy's smirked slid off his face.
"I thought you'd put up more of a fight. Do you want to try it on?" he sneered.
Harry ignored him, kicking off his shoes as well and unbuttoning his trousers. He glanced at Draco to see his cheeks tinted pink.
"You can turn around, you know." Harry said. Draco's smirk came back and he shook his head.
"And have you attack me when I'm not looking? Not likely."
Harry growled but let his them drop anyway. He thought he heard a noise from Malfoy, but when he looked up at him, the Slytherin merely looked impatient. Harry picked up the dress again. He wasn't sure if it would even fit him, there didn't seem to be a lot of fabric.
"You-Potter, are those Snitches on your pants?" he asked in disbelief.
"Are you checking out my arse?" Harry snapped. "This wouldn't even be an issue-"
Malfoy raised the wand again and took a step back. Harry realized he had moved towards him out of anger and huffed before turning his eyes back on the dress.
"I hate you," he muttered and pulled it on. The only thing he couldn't do on his own was zip up the back. While he was struggling to reach the zipper, Draco moved and did it for him. Harry froze, holding his breath until the Slytherin had moved away again.
Suddenly, the realization that he was wearing a dress in front of Malfoy crashed down on him. He looked up at the ceiling as a blush stole over him. Malfoy didn't say anything for the longest time, but Harry could feel his eyes on him. He could sense Draco moving around him, stalking him like some predator. Was it fear that he felt? Harry wasn't sure but his hands were trembling slightly. Suddenly, there was a loud crack, a bright flash of light, and smoke filled the room.
Harry's eyes snapped to Malfoy's grey ones, which were sparkling with delight.
"Did you just take my picture?" Harry roared and took a step forward, wand or not, he was going to murder him-
"Locomotor Mortis!"
Harry's legs snapped together, he yelped as he lost balance and fell to his right, smacking into a desk hard and then face down on the ground. Malfoy rolled him over.
"You'll have to bunny hop to get your wand. I'm not stupid. You would hex me as soon as you got it. This way, I'll be safe in bed before you reach it."
Harry had never seen Malfoy look so happy. He wasn't even sneering, a genuine smile had taken over his face and he glanced down at the picture and then Harry again.
"I hope Filch doesn't find you before you get your wand, Potter!"
The door banged shut behind him. Harry flinched. Hopefully, no one was nearby. Otherwise he could expect Filch or Peeves any second now. He growled as he pushed himself up and grabbed the desk that had assaulted him. It was a struggle to get up without moving his legs apart, even more so to hop forwards without toppling over again. His wand was nowhere in sight. His heart sunk. Did Malfoy take it? Would he seriously have to hop all the way to Gryffindor tower without getting caught? He was still in the dress!
He was so furious, shaking so badly, he lost balance and fell over again. He swore loudly and struggled to get back up, making the process even harder with his frustration and fury. He was going to kill Malfoy. That's all there was to it. He had to pay!
It was when he finally reached the door and looked down the he noticed his wand. Malfoy had tossed it into the rubbish bin. Prat. Git. Ferret. He thought furiously. Harry tried to kneel down to grab the bin but moved too far to the right, causing him to fall over again.
Yeah, Malfoy had to pay.