Something Went Wrong… Severely Wrong!!

Chapter Three: Many Different Shapes And Colours.

'Move it Harry! It's not that bad! We'll just have to get you another bra that's all!'
Harry has his arms wrapped around his bust.
'Don't want to go anywhere… can't I just hide out until I turn back to normal? These clothes are tight! My butt feels larger than normal and-'
'Please stop talking, I don't want to think about your butt, mate,' I glare at Ron.
'Your butt looks fine,' I smile at Harry, 'Also, we will call you Lilly in public, just to be safe.'
Harry pouts and I link my arm with hers.
'This is going to be so much fun!'

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'How about this one? It looks about your size, try it on Lilly!'
Harry looks out the window at Ron, who is digging a hole in the snow with his shoe.
I think he's being very immature not coming into the store with us; they're just bras for goodness sake!
'Oh! And this one! Green to match your eyes!' I hand the bra to Harry.
'Why does a bra need to match my eyes? I'm not going to show anyone… and why so many? I don't plan on having breasts for the rest of my life!'
I roll my eyes and the store attendant raises her eyebrows.
'Just put it on!'

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'Finally!' shouts Ron, 'What did you do? Buy the whole bloody store?' I glare and poke my tongue at him.
Immature, I know but, Harry's a girl now! No more stupid chess or exploding snap! I'm gonna milk this for what it's worth!
'Now, onto clothes!' I drag Harry towards another store.
Ron groans, 'Seriously, is this going to take another hour?'
'We'll take as long as we need,' Harry checks his watch.
'Not too long though… it's almost lunch time.'
'Oh, alright, just this one, then we can get something to eat.'
'Brilliant,' said Ron, his eyes lighting up with a wonderful smile.
That boy sure likes to stuff his face, and can he eat! I guess I would too if I had his metabolism.

The store has wide windows with dancing dresses in them, green, pink, blue, red; every elegant frill, bow and colour you can think of! Even the not so elegant, just like Muggle clothing. Short skirts, shirts with very low necks… a pair of butt munching shorts kept turning this way and that, trying to entice girls into buying one.
Upon entering the store I spot Pansy pointing at a pair of very tight trousers.
'Try them on! Oh, please!'
'No way!' snarled a pretty girl with her, 'Those ridiculous under garments were enough! There is no way in the name of Merlin's left testicle that I am wearing those!'
Pansy grabbed the girl by the front of her large robes.
'Put them on Malfoy or I promise, I can make your female life a very painful one indeed!'
'Draco Malfoy?' the girl's eyes bulge as she spots me.
'Oh, get over it Draco!' Pansy stamps her feet, 'Snape said you'll be like this for at least three months!'
'Three months!' shouts Harry.
'Hey, better than the five that we thought, mate,' said Ron encouragingly.
'Are you trying to convince him to wear out clothes?' Pansy nodded.
'Draco refused to leave Hogwarts in my skirt and sweater, I don't know how you managed to get Potter into some of your clothes,' she said, looking over at Harry.
'Oh, don't say that, and you should give her another name too, Malfoy's father has been pretty popular in the Prophet lately, it wouldn't be good for either of them to be found out by the papers. I'm sure that neither of them want the whole world to know about this.' Pansy nodded again.
'You're right… You're not that bad Granger, just don't expect anymore compliments from me.'
I raise my hands. 'Gotta keep the Slytherin, Gryffindor pride.' She winks.
'See you later,' she rounds on Malfoy again and points at the trousers, 'Now, those trousers.'
Malfoy whips them off the hanger angrily and storms towards a dressing room.
'Right,' I turn to Harry, 'let's get you some nice outfits, Lilly,' I smile at her and she groans.

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40 pairs of trousers, 20 skirts, 60 shirts and sweaters later and we're sitting in the Three Broomsticks for lunch. I did sneak one dress in though.
It just went with Harry's eyes so well that I had to! A Victorian style dress, green in colour, bustier styled front pushing into a large lace skirt, small bows hung off each hip; a small layer of frilled trim ran across the line of the bust and met in the centre to dip down and hang over the front of the skirt.
A criss-cross ribboned back traced down to sit right on the butt of the large skirt; it is just beautiful! I don't know how or when I can convince Harry to wear it but, I will!

Ron stood, 'Alright so, it's three butter beers, sandwiches and a jug of water, right?' I nod and Harry puts his head to the table.
'After lunch we have to get you new glasses. Seriously, I don't see why you haven't bought yourself new ones anyway; they're just awful!'
'I thought, what's the point of buying expensive new glasses if they're just gonna get broken anyway,' mumbled Harry.
'Honestly Har-Lilly… That is such a poor excuse, besides that's what you have me for! I can always repair them if they break.' I place a hand on Harry's back.
'So, new glasses, maybe some contact lenses too… you should really have some for Quidditch anyway, oh and we'll have to get you a haircut, it might help calm that mop of yours.'
Ron sits down, already shoving a sandwich into his mouth.
'Wha's w'ong wi' his hair?' I wrinkle my nose at Ron.
'Well, it's not very lady like is it? And Ronald,' he looks up, cheeks bulging and I pull a face.
'Hmm?'
'Chew with your mouth closed and never speak with something in it again… please.'

A/N
Chapter Three! Any ideas on where I can shove Harry into that dress would be delightful!
I'm gonna top up on caffeine and then I'll start writing chapter four; clocks ticking!

.Mister Jackkkk. ^_^