So I decided to try my own hand at a Fem!Harry fanfic. It may not be the greatest thing ever written, but it's a start. I'm not sure what the pairings will be yet, so go ahead an make any suggestions!

Reviews and Flames welcome.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter


"No."

"Oh come on!" Cedric stared at her with wide eyes. "It'll be the champions uniting – us verses the world! Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teaming up! A Hogwarts win! And–"

"No."

The blond gave her a dirty look. "Why not?"

Emerald eyes surveyed him under a tuft of black hair. "Because I said so," she answered, shifting her book bag strap on her shoulder. "And the girls always right. Besides, I'm not ready."

"You'll never be ready!"

"Well…" The young Potter grinned. "I could always go – but what about Cho?" Surprise flickered through her green orbs as she quickly continued her little inner monologue – effectively cutting the boy off. "Oh my God! That rhymed!" And her hair morphed into a bright pink.

Cedric scowled at the interruption. "Anyway!" He said quite loudly, he quickly glanced around the hallway before giving a sigh of relief. Thank Merlin they were alone. "Cho wants to go home for Christmas," he continued, "She can stay if I need her to, but other than that, her dad is expecting her home soon."

"Okay then, talk to my godfather."

"You go–" He cut himself off with a jerk, paling significantly. "C'mon! Don't be like that! Harry!"

"See you Ced," She tossed a wink at the petrified boy. "I'm going to go see if Fred was to play dress up so that we can go as the only cross-dressing couple there. It'd be interesting to watch everyone's reactions."

"Cross-dressing? Couple?" The Hufflepuffs voice hitched slightly. "You're planning on having Fred Weasley dress up as a girl and go to a dance with you dressed as a boy? And how will you explain that?"

"Dare. Bet. Take your pick."

"Oh Merlin…"

"We'd get George to play interference. He'd make the bet between us in front of a group of people and – Blam! – we're going together with Fred dressed as a girl."

Cedric sighed and leaned up against the stone wall. Harry watched with thinly veiled amusement as the nun above him huffed angrily before marching out of the portrait with her nose in the air. "Did you talk to Fred about this?" He finally asked the girl, he gave her his best stern glare. Her amusement intensified.

"I talked to George," she said after a moment's hesitation. Cedric blinked in surprise, she was the only one who could find the twins when they were apart. "He was all for it – and one sad look and Fred'll be following me around like a lost puppy."

"And you think that a deranged mass-murderer would prefer that than to go with me?"

"Well…" Harry laughed at his look of horror. "I'm kidding. I can't rightly say. He's still on the fence about me telling the world I'm a girl – and a meta. Then again, it hasn't hit him yet."

Cedric hesitated, not sure if he wanted to know. "What hasn't hit him yet?" He asked finally.

"That I'm a fourteen year old girl living in the boy's dorm – full of horny teenagers – and that I can make myself look like anything."

"You'd be out of school before you could utter a word."

"And there'd probably be a few bodies scattered around missing some limbs." She stared at him with a grin before leaning up against the wall beside him. "And besides," she continued as she made herself comfortable, "you'd be bored without me here. So you (nor anyone else) won't say a thing to him." She shot him a warning look, as if to say 'or else.'

"You know he'll eventually realize it for himself."

"Merlin help us."

"Where is the guy anyway?"

The pink haired girl beamed at his question. "It's a trade secret!"

"C'mon Hare," Cedric said as he stood up straight, dragging her with him. Harry was positive it was because she refused to budge when the subject of Sirius Black popped up. "We've gotta' go down to lunch anyways."

"And I can put my plan into action!" She allowed her hair to shorten to her regular pixie cut as the pink hue faded to her usual black. "Operation GBTCD!" She smiled sheepishly at Cedric's bewildered stare. "Operation Get Boyfriend To Cross Dress – OGBTCD for short."

"Okay…" The sandy haired boy abandoned that thought as he continued to push her down to the Entrance Hall. "So I guess that means you're sitting with the Gryffindors today?"

"I doubt your 'Puff's would enjoy me stealing their spotlight and sitting at your table all in one go."

"I suppose you're right," Cedric said, he nodded at a waving body of armor they passed. "G'luck on your quest."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she waved her hand as she jogged forward, "see you later Ced."

And she disappeared into the Entrance Hall.

Cedric Diggery sighed and joined the masses entering the Great Hall.


"You are on!"

Harry blinked at the familiar yell. "What are they on about now?" She ignored Hermione's muttered statement as laughter scatter down the hall.

"Fred?" The raven-haired cross-dresser leaned forward. "George? What's going on down there?"

"I can't believe them!" Harry pulled back as Parvati Patil angrily threw her books down on the table. She dropped into a seat opposite them, followed quickly by Lavender Brown. "Idiots!"

"What?"

"Your brothers," Lavender expanded slowly, as if talking to a child, "are idiots."

Ron gave her an evil look. "I already knew that, but–"

"But what, oh brother of mine?"

"Does little Ronniekins have an opinion he'd like to express?"

Fred and George Weasley, respectably, stood behind the three fourth years.

"Any reason the two Dunderheads are here?" Harry asked dryly.

"I'll have you know–" Fred started as he squeezed in between Harry and Hermione as he sat down.

"–that we are two–" And George just had to continue while Fred was preoccupied.

"–of the most–"

"–wonderful–"

"–handsome–"

"–wicked–"

"Moving on," Harry said forcefully before Fred could continue – the boy dutifully shut his mouth. The students around them stared in slight shock as the twin behind the Boy-Who-Lived snorted with barely repressed laughter.

"Well, you see…"

"–they made a bet."Parvati finished for them with an irritated scowl.

"A bet?" Hermione questioned, she eyed the twin beside her. "What bet?"

"Well," George pushed Ron off to the corner as he attempted to scoot onto the other side of the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry very suddenly found herself squished (uncomfortably close) to two identical red heads. When George wiggled his eyebrows, Harry thanked the heavens that her hair hadn't turned a bright pink yet. "You see, Fred's gotta' ask you something–"

"Oh no!" Harry mustered up the most horrified expression she could as she glanced between the twins. "You said you wouldn't interfere with the bet!"

"What bet?" Hermione questioned after Ron suddenly burst out into laughter.

"Cross dress – boy – bet – twins – Harry –" The red haired boy fell off his chair as he continued laughing. Parvati sent an irritated silencing charm at Ron. She shrugged off Harry's disproving look.

"This little Darling here," Idiot Number 2 snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her up against his side, "made a teeny wittle bet with little ol' me 'bout a week ago – I questioned his manliness, you see?" She was pretty sure Hermione was muttering something about boys behind Fred's outraged cry. "So," the red haired idiot continued with a grin, "I told him, that if a guy asked him to the dance – he'd have to go with him – if not, well – it'd be embarrassing on my part." He trailed off with satisfaction at the horrified faces around them.

Ron continued laughing.

"So – you'd like to go to the Yule Ball with me?"

Silence suddenly descended around them. "Harry could dimly hear the other tables talking in the background. She nodded.

"Excellent!" George clapped his hands together. "So who'll be the girl?"

"Nose it!" Harry stated automatically, her index finger touching the tip of her nose. She couldn't resist adding a soft "hope you like dresses Fred" as the laughter suddenly engulfed them once again.

This little confrontation would have spread across the school like wildfire within the day.

It'd be an interesting week.