Oliver doesn't know how he gets roped into this situation, but he knows that it's all his fault.

There's so much more to girls than meets the eye. Both literally and metaphorically. Oliver regrets every taunt he's aimed at girls about their looks (not that there were many — he had been raised to be respectful to them, only the occasional jest). Looking presentable is hard.

For Oliver, they'd given him the full makeover.

Stupid bets.

"I'm handsome!" Oliver protests.

"Then let's put your attractiveness to the test." A wicked smirk blossoms on Katie's lips. "I dare you to walk into a bar dressed like a girl. Let's see if anyone tries to hit on you.

Oliver chews his lip. "That's absurd!" he spits. "Do you need me to pull my pants down or something to see that I'm not a girl?"

Angelina rolls her eyes. "Are you chicken?" she challenges. "I didn't take you as a scaredy-cat type, Wood. Or maybe there was something lurking beneath all that male bravado?"

Dammit.

The words spill out of his mouth before he can quench it. "Fine. It's a bet. What're the stakes?"

"I hate this," Oliver mutters, suppressing a sneeze as one of the strands of his blonde wig tickles his nose. "How long until we're off duty?"

"Thirty minutes," Percy reports, glancing at his watch. Oliver stifles a groan.

Why on Earth had he been convinced to go drag?

Oh right. His damn weakness for bets.

This had better be worth. His pride is on the line. Whatever's left of it, anyway.

A man passes by them, eying Oliver like he's a delicious piece of poultry. He shudders, instinctively drawing closer to Percy.

(Percy's only here because the girls coerced him too. He's Oliver's "bodyguard" aka fake boyfriend.)

"I hope I get paid for this," he hisses sullenly to Percy.

Percy shrugs. "I'm not your boss."

Oliver scowls.

Three more men stop by the bar with the sole purpose of chatting Oliver up, only to have their hopes shot down when Oliver introduces them to Percy. Percy isn't really an intimidating figure, but apparently, he's terrifying enough to make the men back off.

And then, there's the man. The man that will haunt Oliver for years to come.

He seems harmless enough. A friendly smile, a non-flirtatious tone, and Oliver instantly jumps to the conclusion that hey, he's a decent person.

But things escalate.

"Would you like me to buy you a drink?" the man offers as Oliver sets down his empty glass. He shakes his head.

"I'm good, thanks."

"Are you sure about that?" the man presses, leaning in a bit, his eyes dangerously dark. Alarm bells go off in Oliver's head and he immediately scoots backward.

"I'm fine, really." Curse it, where's Percy when you need him?

Oh yeah. The bloke has a bladder the size of a Snitch.

"Then at least oblige me by agreeing to an...exclusive outing?"

By this point, man-Oliver would've punched the creep in the face. But this is woman-Oliver, and he can't do anything unless and until the man touches him.

Fuck. Shit. This isn't good. "I'm sorry, but I have a boyfriend," Oliver replies tersely. "So you need to take your little dream and find someone else to share it with."

The man's face darkens considerably and he launches himself forward. Oliver has a little time to react — there's barely any space between them — but he's not fast enough, and the man is all over him, his hot breath ghosting over his lips — Oliver prepares for his doom —

"Stupefy!" someone cries, and with a jolt of relief Oliver recognizes the voice — it's Percy at last. The man's hands become loose and his body dislodges from Oliver's, tipping backward.

Oliver's grateful, for the moment, but that gratitude lasts for precisely one second as he realizes he's being dragged along with the man as he falls backward.

He's going to kill Katie and Angelina. Or kick them off the team, at least. He's pretty certain that McGonagall wouldn't be too amused if he is expelled.

Percy, being the gentleman that his mother made him be (just kidding, he's naturally a gentleman), helps him up.

"Thanks for that save," Oliver whispers, and then pretends to dramatically fall into Percy's arms, sobbing theatrically.

"Oh!" he wails (the girls had charmed his voice to make it sound more girlish). "Oh, that was awful! Thank you for saving me!"

He plants a big, fat kiss on Percy's cheek (internally cringing, he's sure Percy's mortified too) and leads him out of the bar. As soon they're out of the bar, Oliver immediately wrenches himself away from Percy.

"Nice performance," Percy praises, a smirk on his face. "You should do this for a living."

Oliver groans. "Shut up," he snaps, lightly shoving Percy's shoulder.

Percy chuckles.

Back to School: 19. Oliver Wood

Seasonal Challenge - Have a Bad Day Day: write about someone having a bad day.; Flowers: Helenium; Dessert: Red Velvet

Pinata Club - Hard: Weasley

Leaf Pile: Whisper

WC: 812