They, Harry and the G-boys that is, left Malfoy Manor warmer then when they arrived, of course that could have been due to the fire that Duo had caused, it wasn't his fault, nope, not at all, he merely threw a jar of basilisk venom into a Calming Draught. Snape had quite literally thrown him from the potions lab, then again Harry had mentioned that it was his own fault and while it had been funny watching Malfoy walk around with irremovable pink hair, (Harry had ducked,) any one who laughed got subjected to a rant on what Malfoys did, didn't do, and had.

Harry appearated them back to Winner Manor and watched Quatre fall under a crowd of women, knowing that they were most likely his sisters Harry tried to sneak up the stairs.

"Oh, no you don't." Quatre broke free and grabbed Harry.

Harry turned big green eyes to Quatre, and looked at him through his eyelashes. "Don't let them hug me to death, I don't want to die that way, think of the headlines, 'Youngest Winner killed by horde of hugging sisters.' Imagine."

Quatre ignored Harry as he dragged him back, "Gir… Ladies, this is Harry, our younger half brother." And Quatre let he go, to be swept up by the sea of sisters.

"Awww… He's so cute." Someone pinched his cheeks.

"So Sweet."

"Just darling."

"He'd look darling in that outfit you made."

Harry whimpered.

-P.O.V. Change-

"Should we help him?" Heero asked, from where he stood he couldn't even see Harry anymore.

"Think of it as punishment, he worried us." Quatre said.

Harry suddenly appeared behind them, "You, Winner, are no longer safe, I will get you." He snarled and vanished with Zechs and WuFei.

"I should run, shouldn't I?" Quatre asked.

"Most definitely." Duo said. "Harry was right, I do dampen his prank ideas."

The boys sweat dropped, because if one was getting hit, they all were.

-P.O.V. Change-

Harry was whistling a happy tune under a disillusion charm; first he snuck into Heero and Duo's room, once there he transfigured all of their clothes into skirts and dresses, in the color pink. Then he slipped into Trowa and Quatre's room and did the same, only they got purple.

He then went to make breakfast. Harry looked up when he heard the door open, he hid his laugh as Duo skipped happily into the room, he wore a skirt that fell to mid-thigh, with his tennis shoes, his shirt was a simple pink blouse and instead of his usual braid he had pulled his hair up into two pony tails.

Heero slunk in behind Duo scowling at Harry, arms crossed over his chest; he had dressed in a knee-length dark pink, nearly red skirt, and a simple shirt of the same color, with tennis shoes that had become pink, he hadn't bothered to try to do anything with his hair like Duo.

"Harry!" Quatre shouted, "Where are my suits?"

Harry giggled.

When Trowa finally managed to drag Quatre down, Quatre was wearing a skirt the same length as Duo's, showing off his legs, no doubt chosen by Trowa, he wore a simple blouse as well, but unlike the others Harry had taken all of his tennis shoes and flip-flops, leaving him with only a pair of three inch heels, his hair had been swept to the side, if he were smiling he wouldn't look that bad.

Trowa had found a skort, somewhere in the skirts and dresses, Harry didn't remember putting that in there, he had a simple tank top and tennis shoes, of course now that Harry thought about it, Trowa, had he been born a girl probably would never wear a skirt or dress, so Harry shrugged and was happy that Trowa hadn't given the skort to Quatre.

"So, Duo you look nice." WuFei said as he entered the kitchen, Zechs had come in, turned and left, Harry could hear him laughing outside the door.

"Thank you, it shows off my legs and the breeze…"

Harry scowled, "You all better be wearing undershorts." He said turning to face them.

When all but Trowa winced Harry smirked, "Very well, then." Harry snapped his fingers and they all had on thongs. "You had your chance to choose them your self, what type did you chose Trowa?" Harry said as they shifted uncomfortably.

"Shorts." Trowa said, sitting down

WuFei laughed, and kissed Harry, "How long does it last?"

"The clothes are spelled to stay on for the entire day." Harry then went to collect Zechs.

Heero turned to Duo, "Is it bad that I fear pissing Harry off more than I fear going to work like this?"

"Nope, I'm with you, there."

So they left for work after eating breakfast.

Quatre scowled, and it was damaging his sweet image, of course if his co-worker weren't compete horn dogs he wouldn't be having this problem, if one more person smacked his ass there would be blood.

A hand ghosted over the top of his butt, Quatre pressed his tongue against his teeth, counted to ten and turned around, to see Trowa grinning at him, eyes sparkling, Quatre's anger dimmed a little, a fled when Trowa pressed a soul-seeking kiss against his lips.

Duo was way too happy about this, he had been bouncing around the office all day, and Heero was annoyed with it. Harry hadn't let them call in, so they were all at work, and Heero was trying to figure out how to get away with murder because if one more person slapped Duo's ass he would kill someone, and the Baka just accepted it as a compliment.

Heero snarled at a person who dared touch what was his as he approached, he stopped Duo's movement and kissed him until Duo didn't have the breath to protest as he pulled him into their privet office.

"Get out!" he snapped at WuFei and Zechs who hadn't been touched by the prank.

They both looked up and quickly vacated the room. Heero locked it before he turned to Duo.

Quatre smiled against Trowa's chest, "I don't think I mind the skirt any more."

Trowa chest rumbled.

Harry smiled, as he returned the clothes in the closet to their rightful state, glad that the others weren't mad at him anymore.

AN:For those of you who don't know what a Skort is, it's shorts and a skirt in one.