Dressing Up
Hermione walked into Harry's room to find him stressed and pacing the room. It had taken Hermione a lot longer to get ready than she had planned but she wanted to look absolutely dashing in front of the press and so she took her time. She's wearing a sexy black dress.
"I'm terribly sorry for being so late, Harry," she said dropping her bag on his bed. "Let's get you dressed up shall we?"
Harry was indeed stressed, well his plain black suit didn't do much for him. Sure it matched his dirty hair but his manic self couldn't decide how he appeared. He was relieved to hear Hermione's voice.
"Blimey, Hermione I was worried you weren't going to show.." He looks up and down admiring her dress. "You.. you look great.." he says, trying not to stare at her too much.
"Thank you, Harry, you're so sweet, and don't worry! I will make sure you look hot as hell. Let's get started then. First, can you show me what clothes have you got to wear tonight for the event?"
Harry looks down pointing at the plain suit he was wearing. "I'm wearing this exact suit, Hermione.." he says, nervously scratching his head. "Is it not good?" He asks, a sense of concern in his voice.
"Alright, let me see..." Hermione looked at the suit Harry showed her, and eyed it up and down twice. "Really?" she asked with a disapproving look. "This is what you want to go in for your first ball? Harry, that dress does nothing to showcase your best features" she finished bluntly.
"Do you want to go to the ball looking like a clown, Harry?" she asked him, her hands on her hips.
Harry could feel beads of sweat appear on his forehead when Hermione scanned him up and down. "Be-best features? What does that even mean?" he takes a glimpse of himself in the mirror and couldn't point to one feature of his he could say is his best.
"I- of course, no. Why would I want to look like a clown?" he says, nudging his head. "But Hermione. I don't have any other dress to wear.."
"Well, I guess you're just lucky you asked me to help you out then." Hermione started patiently, "I anticipated this type of situation might occur, therefore I've come prepared." she said and dipped into her bag and picked out two dresses.
"I have two outfits that would bring out your best features to the fore. They look hot as hell and they show off your Quidditch-toned body perfectly. I'm sure all the participants will love your look." she spread both dresses on the bed.
"Pick one out and we'll get started from the beginning again."
Harry instantly turned a shade of red as Hermione pulled out two dresses and placed them on the bed. He was confused and her nonchalant attitude confused him. What did she mean? Quidditch-toned body?
"Hermione is this some joke or have you made some mistake? These both clearly are female dresses and you're not asking me to wear these are you?" He asks, stammering barely able to string two words together.
"..a mistake.." Hermione looked at the dresses again for a bit and then looked back at Harry. "umm..they are the correct outfits Harry" Hermione asked looking confused by Harry's statement
"And what do you mean by female dresses? Dresses are not wizards Harry, dresses are dresses, anyone can wear them. And yes I am definitely asking you to just choose one and wear it soon if you wanna reach the event on time"
Harry was beginning to get a little annoyed by her, she was well aware of what he meant and still carried forward the argument like it was nothing. "Hermione please stop joking around. There's no way you're going to make me wear these now can we focus on something I can actually wear? Perhaps I can add elements to my jacket to make it more masculine?"
"Oh, you boys and your stereotypes - why do you even want to be masculine?" Hermione exclaimed and in response picked up the red dress and held it in front of him. "Is there a rule written somewhere that guys can't wear beautiful outfits like these?"
"Let me show you something.." Hermione kept the dress back on the bed and held Harry's hand "..come with me" and walk him in front of a mirror in his room. She made him stand in front of the mirror and she herself stood closely behind him. She reached with her arms to Harry's pants and starts unbuttoning them. Though she had seen Harry naked before but not from so close and definitely not undressed him herself, she didn't have any time for talks now so she didn't care for maintaining decency
"Hermione I never said guys aren't supposed to be in dresses, I'm just saying it's not for me.." he says, starting to get annoyed but as she guided him over to the mirror and placed the dress over him he couldn't help but blush a little.
"Her.. Hermione. Wh- what are you doing?" Harry asks in a breathy moan as he felt her hand unbutton his trousers, somehow he found this entire sequence very sexual and couldn't help being turned on by it all. A bulge could be seen through his almost yanked-off pants now.
"shush...just wait and watch" Hermione didn't even stop after being prompted by Harry and forcefully pulled his trousers down. Before he could say or do anything else, she held the collar of the jacket and slide it off of Harry's arms, and threw it away. Next, she unbuttoned his shirt and did the same with it. Now he's just wearing his underwear, but Hermione doesn't even want that. Quickly she held it by its edges and pulled it down, making Harry absolutely naked.
Now she just stands there, and gently holds Harry's forearms from behind, standing close to him, touching his peachy bare butt "Look.." she said without explicitly mentioning what exactly she wants him to look at just yet.
Harry couldn't help but get excited by what was happening, it was humiliating being stripped like that by his best friend but he couldn't help cover the bulge. He stood there in his undies trying to cover himself from her. "Her-Hermione.." before he could spell out one word, he stood there butt naked.
He sheepishly tried covering himself by crossing his legs over his six-and-a-half-inch cock. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt her hand on his bare ass. "Look... What?" He asks his voice nothing more than a whisper.
"Look at your body stupid. Don't you see? Look how smooth and pale your skin is, look at your thighs.." she said reaching below and touching his thighs "..they are so soft.." gently running her hands above along his skin, she reaches his hips "how shapely your hips are" and then take them behind his upper back "your delicate skin..it would be a shame not to flaunt all this at such an event. You don't wanna hide all that wearing that old rug of yours do you?"
Hermione herself was turned on by the sight of a naked Harry, his smooth skin, though there was very little hair growth on his legs, but surely it could be taken care of. She even brought her wand in case Harry doesn't get convinced just by words
Harry felt a jitter almost as if a hundred butterflies decided to take off in his stomach at her every word. She continued to admire and praise his body, Harry turned a brilliant shade of red. From the embarrassment but you could still see him getting harder.
Harry wasn't much for body hair but he did have moderate amounts of hair on his legs and some over his crotch as well. "Her-Hermione... I don't know how this makes me feel. Please let me just wear something normal.."
Hermione tried convincing Harry one last time before resorting to something else "Harry, I am a girl, have worn these dresses my entire life and I know how empowering you'd feel in them. You'd be lucky doing something unexpected rather than doing the plain old boring stuff. You have nothing to worry about. Ginny and everyone else would love you" she said getting closer to him. She let her hands wrap around his slim waist.
"Well, not everyone," she added as she felt his waist. "I'm sure all women there would probably be jealous of how good you look in these. With how smooth and shiny your skin is, your shapely hips, and that bubble butt would definitely make any woman jealous, Harry. You only have to make sure no one spikes your drink and tries to date rape you," she said laughing daintily.
Harry could feel a sense of panic taking over him. He knew he didn't want to show up to the ball dressed as a girl. 'What would all my friends think? What would Draco think?' Yet, for some reason, he wasn't as worried as he should be. Perhaps he was a slut for humiliation.
"Hermione.. please. I'm not sure how I feel. Besides, look at me, I have the body of a man.." Harry felt a rush of blood. Her laugh was getting to him. "Hermione please don't laugh like that. It feels humiliating. It's not like I'm small anywhere. Why am I a girl?" He says, trying to show off his mediocre cock.
Hermione has run out of patience now trying to convince Harry. Also, any more time waste would get them very late so she decided to use some of her own methods. "Of course, you are not a girl, but you sure will look like one..." Hermione said.
Harry could feel her tone shift, she no longer was his warm best friend. She was something else at this moment. "Hermione. What? A girl? You're kidding.."
She has already brought out her wand behind Harry's back and without waiting further she cast her spell - "Lorem somnium" she whispered gently with the wand inclined towards Harry. It's a sleep-inducing spell that puts the victim on an instant short nap
That's all he could remember, before he knew it he found himself slumped on the bed from the spell she cast.
As Harry passed out on the bed, Hermione held his legs and then made him lie on the bed on his back. She took a moment to admire the sleeping beauty, but after that immediately started doing her work as they were getting late.
She took her wand and spoke out a spell "lenis pellis" The wand's tip starts glowing, and she placed it on Harry's waist and then started moving it along his leg. As she ran it over his thigh, his hair instantly disappeared on those parts. Though Harry was already quite hairless, the spell even removed whatever thin hair he had on his body making him completely smooth. After that, she did the same on his crotch removing his pubic hair and making his body completely hairless.
After that, she took out a pair of panties from her purse and slide them onto Harry's legs. It fits snugly between his thighs, a small bulge on his crotch, pulling it all the way up, its back buried it into his ass.
After that, she did some quick makeup on the cute sleeping face and applied some lipgloss and eyeliner. After a few moments, he starts waking up, while Hermione is sitting on the side of his bed looking at the time.
Harry lay there like a baby unaware of everything happening around him. Soon enough he stirred awake, he thought everything that had happened must've been a bad dream. Why on Earth would Hermione try dominating him like that?
He opened his eyes to see Hermione's face looming over his. "Hermione... I just had a nasty dream.." he said looking down to realize something felt off. It took him a second to realize he was named. He covered behind the covers wrapping himself in it. "Hermione. Sorry.." the male still hasn't grasped what was happening.
Before Harry could say anything further, Hermione started talking to throw him off "What the hell Harry, couldn't you have finished your nap properly in the morning? Look at the time, how late your little nap has made us. You should thank me for at least changing your underwear while you slept to save us some time."
Hermione didn't think he would realize the hair removal part, as it was already less. But even if he did she could always use some excuse. She has already laid the foundation of getting him into female wear, the next part would go relatively smoothly she believed. Now without giving Harry any more time to think about what happened, she held the covers and removed them forcibly, stood him up from the bed, and quickly spoke "Tell me quickly, which color do you like better, red or black?"
Harry sensed one of Hermione's great rages incoming. He trembled like a leaf as she yelled at him. "Wait. Changed my underwear. Hermione that's inappropriate..." He says, now feeling extremely taken aback by that sentence.
He was not given long, he could sense something was off. His left leg ran over his right leg and for some reason, his skin felt smooth like butter. "Red.. no wait black.." he answers, panic written all over his face. He wasn't sure what was even happening but all he could sense was it was better to listen to her than go against her.
"Nice choice," She said and quickly took the black dress she earlier showed him in her hands and began pulling the dress over Harry's head and quickly pulling it down his body. He was already naked and wore just the thong. The dress clung to him like a second skin, perfectly showing off his curves and hairless chest, as well as the legs, arms, and back. "Perfect!"
Harry was dumbfounded as she snuck the piece of clothing over him. The fabric felt good against his skin, but he still didn't get a chance to stare at a mirror so he couldn't figure out what he was made to wear. He felt a breeze of airflow into his underwear.
"What is this dress, Hermione? What are you making me wear? What is this a costume party?" He asks, imagining that it must be some silly costume for the Ball today.
"What..NO! This is one of those dresses I brought for you. I just made you wear the red one just like you said." Hermione said holding his shoulders and walking him to the front of the mirror. She gave him a small time before she held Harry's hand and made him sit on a chair in front of the mirror as she still wasn't finished.
While Harry was still processing all that, Hermione didn't seem to waste any time as she immediately started working on his hair. Though Harry has short hair, Hermione knows how she can make it look good. She doesn't even need to use any magic for this. She took some syrup in her hand and starts rubbing it between her palms. Then she gently stroked her fingers through Harry's hair and start giving it shape with her hands, the syrup made it soft.
Harry's jaw was almost on the floor as he saw the costume he was wearing and the makeup that had somehow found its way onto his face. He couldn't believe it, he was dressed like a girl and had makeup on.
Before he could get a good second look he was pushed back onto the chair and Hermione was running her hand through his hair. "Hermione. Why am I dressed like a girl? What are you doing to my hair? Let me go.." he said in a panic-stricken voice, somehow he couldn't move away from Hermione.
"There you go sweetie!" she said after finishing the hair. "What are you talking about? This is the dress you have chosen, and let me put it on you just a few moments ago remember? I asked you for red or black! And I have to give it to you, you chose just the right one, I mean look at you" she said making Harry look in the mirror.
" Besides, just look at the time, we are already very late. If we start doing any more changes, we won't get entry into the hall. I am sure you want to make it there on time and not miss out on your dance with Ginny, right? And to be honest, just ask yourself if you have pulled off that dress or not, you'll get all your answers." Hermione said while exploring something else in her handbag
Harry was at a loss for words. Hermione felt like herself but a little cold and distant at the same time. He couldn't make head or tail of the situation, he didn't dare argue against Hermione but everything felt so weird.
"Blimey Hermione. We're very late. I'm supposed to start the ball with Ginny as the champion." He says, imagining Mcgonaggal yelling at him. Then realization struck him. "Hermione. Ginny can't see me like this. What will she think?" The panic couldn't take away the fact that he was looking super cute in the outfit.
Hermione got what she wanted, taking it out of her bag, and she walked back to Harry. "Let me tell you what she will think. She's a girl just like me and we have very similar thoughts. If my date came to the event looking even remotely as cute as you, my panties would drop so hard, that there would be a hole in the floor halfway up to China! So tell me you want that or not!"
She gets down on her knees "Just one last thing.." she showed him the pair of sandals she brought out of her bag. After all, he can't wear his normal shoes at this point. She took his foot in her hand and gently slide the sandals on Harry's feet. She has intentionally chosen not too much tall and thin of a heel as it would've made Harry difficult to walk. But she thought this one would work just fine, and Harry would get used to them just after a little practice.
Harry was a little convinced, he trusted Hermione more than anyone in the world and she'd never intended to do something to ruin his chances with Ginny as she knew how much Ginny meant to him. Even then, the idea of being seen by the entirety of Hogwarts is like this.
Harry had an anxious expression on his face he couldn't believe the heeled sandal that Hermione made him wear. "Hermione this feels so weird.." he tries walking and immediately loses his balance. He slowly picks up his balance and walks toward Hermione, he naturally had a very feminine stance while walking because of the sandal. "Hermione. Are you sure Ginny will like this? I'm so anxious.."
Hermione gets happy seeing Harry at least try to walk "Absolutely Harry! Just trust me" she said and walked up to him. As he was trying to walk, she began guiding him "Try taking small steps first" she said also walking close to him, her hands ready to catch him in case he trips or loses his balance
Harry was having fun, something about what Hermione said felt relieving to him. It removed the doubt he had in his mind. "Fine. As long as Ginny likes it.." he says convincing himself more than anyone else.
He began walking a lot better now, the second doubt crept into his mind. "What about others Hermione? What will the others say? Malfoy, The professors?"
"You are a champ, Harry." She said seeing him getting better in those heels. "And since when do you care what Malfoy thinks of us? Don't you remember he's our worst enemy"
"I think we should run now. The event must have already started," she said. She didn't want to risk giving any time to Harry to retrospect the events that happened in the room and try to get back to his normal self, so she wanted them to hurry, also they were really getting late, so that was a valid excuse.
"I wouldn't want to look like a fool in front of Malfoy.." he says, turning a little red as Hermione poked on about Draco.
Harry took a firm handle of her forearm as he followed her out. He was having bad thoughts already. He could imagine the entire Hogwarts laughing at Harry and his ridiculous female dress for the Ball.
"Don't worry, you won't! Now let's move."
....
After they reached inside the hall, they saw that people are already dancing and only a few people were there who were just standing. Of the students, they are Draco Malfoy (who had a fight with her partner so she left him) and Victor Krum (Hermione's partner waiting for her)
Victor sees them "Hermione where were you? I was looking all over for you"
"Oh thank god Victor. I thought you must have found another partner. Sorry for being late, I was just preparing Harry for the evening". Victor looks at him and is stunned "Wow Harry, you look amazing" he hasn't got any time to comment more, nor does he care "Shall we proceed now?" He holds Hermione's hands and they move on with other couples dancing
"See ya, Harry!" Hermione said leaving him there and walking away to have her dance with Victor