*GIRLY HARRY*

Smut, possibly, later on.

This is DRARRY, Draco/Harry Slash. Don't read if you don't like the ship!

The bottle was so tiny, laying on the ground, under Ron's bed. At first, Harry thought Hermione had left behind a tiny bottle of some green potion. Bewildered, he picked it up and raised it level with his eyes. It was nail polish. A Slytherin green, really ,but it sparkled, so he supposed he could forgive Hermione for her poor color choice.

He took it over to his bed and sat down. A crazy idea had come to him. It wasn't as if he hadn't thought about painting his nails before, the idea was an old one. He remembered being jealous of the Muggle girls in his school before Hogwarts. They would trade colors. He shot a nervous look at the door and back down at the bottle. He could do it and no one would know, he could vanish it before he gave the bottle back...

Five minutes later, Harry was staring at his now sparkling, Slytherin green, nails. He had thought about changing them to red but he wasn't sure the charm would work and didn't want to risk it. He could ask Hermione but that would be awkward.

He wished he could keep them colored. It was so much better! He sighed heavily. Another minute and he'd va-

The door swung open and Hermione bounced in.

"Harry, did I leave my-" she paused as she saw the bottle, still open on his night stand. A terrible moment passed where Harry looked at the ceiling, red in the face before she sat down on the bed.

"The color matches your eyes," she said. He didn't say anything, he had no idea what to say. She elbowed him. "If you keep turning red, you'll look like Christmas though."

He couldn't help but laugh and finally looked at her. She was smiling.

"It's not weird?" he asked.

She shrugged.

"Is it weird that we were raised to believe magic doesn't exist and now we go to a school to learn it? I think it looks great, do you like it?"

"Yes," he replied, he could feel the heat return to his face. It was the truth though, he did like it. Even if it was green.

She patted his hand and stood up.

"You can keep the bottle."

"Er- Hermione, could you-maybe charm it red?" he asked. His face grew even hotter still. Red was better than green, and that was another truth, he thought firmly.

"No, I like the green. It really matches your eyes, Harry."

The next day was riddled with anxiety. Harry kept resisting the urge to vanish the green nail polish off. Ron had noticed it but for some reason he didn't comment. Harry suspected Hermione had a word with him, he wasn't sure whether or not he was thankful. It might have been good to get Ron's opinion, as a male and a pureblood.

It went surprisingly well the first half of the day, either people didn't notice or they decided not to comment. The only exception was Ginny, who agreed with Hermione, the green brought out his eyes. He couldn't help blushing when she commented. He was dreading potions though. If Snape didn't notice, perhaps Malfoy would, and either way that would be terrible. Here he seriously thought of getting rid of it. Just for this class! Hermione was shooting him encouraging smiles though and he suspected she knew what was worrying him.

They took their seat at the same bench, Harry sat on the inside aisle, with Ron next to him, and Hermione next to Ron. Snape seemed to be in the mood to ignore the trio, causing Harry to breathe a sigh of relief. Today they had a surprise quiz and the room was full of scratching.

What do you get when you mix rose petals with infusion of wormwood? The board asked. Harry rubbed his eyes and wrote down a response, he was sure Snape would take issue with it. To be honest, Harry couldn't really remember what you got when mixing those too...

"Time. Put down your quills, Draco, collect the papers."

Harry didn't think to move his hand off the desk. He just quickly shoved his paper at Malfoy, who paused and grinned.

"Nail polish, Potter?" he said maliciously, his grey eyes sparkling. "How ...girly."

Harry blushed again but before he could retort, Malfoy was moving along. Ron elbowed him.

"Hermione says you should ignore him."

"And what do you think?" Harry asked miserably.

"That if we hurry, we can catch him after class."

Harry laughed softly and then spread his fingers out on the desk.

"You don't think it's stupid?"

Ron frowned for a moment and then repeated Hermione's words back to him.

"Do you like it?"

Harry simply nodded.

"Then it's not stupid, mate."

That night Hermione cornered him while he was playing chess with Ron on his bed.

"Have you ever considered letting your hair grow out?" she asked.

"No..." he said slowly, eyeing the wand in her hand. Ron smirked and quickly put the game away.

"Can I force yours to grow out? Just a bit?" she asked, biting her lip. Harry paused. The idea was interesting and they were alone...He met her eyes and went to say yes, but she was already grinning.

"How long? To your shoulders?" she asked, fingers running through his hair. He shook his head, startled. Hermione moved fast!

"Er-"

A couple passes with her wand and Harry stood in front of the mirror, tugging on his now long, black locks. A tiny frown tugged at his lips.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

'Yes, no, I don't know," he said and turned to her. She looked thrilled.

"It looks great," she breathed and then spun around to face Ron, who was looking at Harry with his mouth open slightly. "Right, Ron? It looks great."

"Yeah, yeah, of course," he said, closing his mouth and smiling reassuringly.

Harry turned back to the mirror and watched Hermione come up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her chin on his shoulder.

"It'd look really good put up in a ponytail."

He wrinkled his nose.

"Girls put their hair up in ponytails," he said pointedly.

She tutted and spun him around so she could put the hair up, using a hair tie she had on her wrist. His hair was just as unruly, regardless of length, a couple stray locks sprang free but it didn't look bad. He looked.. rather good. He thought, surprised as he stared back at the person in the mirror. It was still clearly him, but different. He felt a thrill of excitement. He liked this look.