Disclaimer: My army turned on me. I don't know how that woman (JKR) does it but she foils my plans every time!! I don't own Harry Potter.
AN: Well, this is it folks. It's been ... unique. I wanted to end on a happy note though so I saved this one for last. Don't be too disappointed ... I may add more drabbles to this later they just won't come every day anymore.
Laugh, cry, boo if you have to. Do whatever ya feel is right. :p
Harry had lost. That wasn't the way it was supposed to go. The Boy-Who-Lived was supposed to win, always win.
It was a long walk to the Great Hall that night. The door's opened for him and he knew they were waiting. Everyone just waiting to see his defeat.
Harry drug his feet hoping to find an opening to run but a push from behind nixed that idea.
With a sigh and slump of resignation Harry accepted his defeat and his punishment. He continued into the Great Hall which was soon alight with noise as students and teachers alike whispered and pointed before the laughter started up.
Harry's eyes sought out Ron who seemed to be unable to breath with the force of his own laughter.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. This wasn't what he imagined when he purposed the idea. It was supposed to be Ron walking into the full Great Hall at dinner wearing the skirt. Not him!!
Fin
Sorry it's late. I had some problems getting it uploaded. For some reason the Document Manager just didn't want to work.