Harry was feeling extremely self-conscious. He pulled a lock of coarse, black hair from under the headpiece, trying to make it look less foolish. He had lost a bet to Ron, and had to dress up as a sexy kitten to the Halloween party that night.
Draco opened the bathroom door. He stopped in his tracks, stared at Harry and broke out laughing. “You look…” he said between laughs and gasps for air, “you look so cute, Harry.”
Harry blushed furiously. “I can’t go like this, Draco. I look like a bloody girl!” He grabbed the black cat’s ears and pulled them down on his forehead, trying to hide behind them.
Draco sobered. “A bit feminine, yes, but we’ll fix that. How about you wear your leather jacket? And take off those ridiculous heels. Weasley won’t mind.”
Harry obeyed, and had to admit after glancing at the mirror that he didn’t look that bad. The limp tail still hung limply from his arse, but the ears and whiskers he had almost started to like.
“You make a cute kitty, Potter,” Draco teased and patted him on the head. “If you make it through tonight, we’ll have a petting session later.”