AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
Rather angrily stomping over to Harriet, she swung her hands out from behind her back.
"There." she snarled, "I don't know how you did it... But that's your egg."
She thrust the enormous fabergé egg into Harriet's startled and disbelieving hands. She was just as confused, her lips half-open, a natural and alluring pout on her face.
"It apparated at my feet. But we have to go to Dumbledore, because something is definitely not right." she insisted.
"I've said that since my name came out." insisted Harriet.
She turned towards Ron, thrusting the egg into her startled hands. "And I didn't put it in myself. Do you think I want to be incinerated?"
"Sorry, Harry... of course not." Ron managed to squeak the words out.
"Fleur, I know I can trust you. But I didn't apparate that egg. There's still someone out there, ensuring I stay in this bloody contest."
She shrugged, "Perhaps Dumbledore can get a clue from this thing."
The four of them walked down a couple of corridors, and found a fresh draught coming round the bend. In a few steps they were out the carriage, and looking up at the imposing walls of Hogwarts.
Ron looked a little disappointed, that he was still a Beauxbatons girls, head to toe. Even with her ginger hair, she looked distinctly different. Harriet had check out her reflection at times, and knew that she looked nothing like Harry Potter. She looked as feminine and girly as Fleur, and however intently she stared, there wasn't a hint of a scar on her forehead.
Only Hermione looked the same, at least physically. With the blue uniform brightening her smile when she relaxed enough to smile.
It was certainly a different experience walking the halls like this. Almost like a different kind of invisibility cloak. The girls glanced at her, and quickly, often sniffily, looked away. The boys were oblivious to her, or at least her face.
Harry would have given 10 galleons to be invisible to one more boy. As Cormac came up and stopped in front of the four of them.
"Do you.. I mean, have you got.... Can I take you to the Yule Ball?" his voice cracking as he finished asking Harry.
Harriet shrieked 'No!', and barged passed. Unfortunately, she wasn't as hefty and, her bust crashed against his arm, and she fell to the floor her arms flying. The bounce and ripple from her bosom was tremendous, and drew Cormac's eyes, hypnotically holding them.
He looked torn between fleeing the shrieking girl, and his obvious staring, and helping her to her feet.
"That wasn't very polite." Fleur interrupted, "She is terribly flattered, but alas she is spoken for."
Cormac nodded his head, swallowed, and left as quickly as he could. They all heard his running feet, once he rounded the corner.
"I suppose, this is your way out of asking someone to the ball." Hermione said a little huffily.
Harriet dusted off the worst damage from her uniform, and Ron glowered at the floor, embarrassed by the truth of Hermione's accusation. He just didn't feel confident enough to ask anyone to go. Even though Fred and George had done it in a second.
