Who: Draco Malfoy and Millicent Bulstrode Where: The clothes shop When: Tuesday morning What: Being a woman is great and all, but one needs to be properly attired. Rating: Millicent is in this one. Language is likely. Status: Incomplete
Ever since it had happened yesterday, people had been calling each other different versions of each others' names based on gender. So far, no one had tried to come up with an effeminate way of saying 'Draco', but he wasn't holding his breath that he would be spared for long.
And anyway, that wasn't even the real problem. Being a woman was one thing, and he had to admit, he made a very attractive woman - in fact, he looked a lot like his mother. But there was one thing that Draco Malfoy, no matter what you called him (or in this case, he supposed, her), would simply not abide by under any circumstances.
That thing was known as the permanipple.
Maybe some blokes (who were usually blokes, at any rate) would spend their days and nights in bed, experimenting their technique on themselves, but that wasn't in Draco's style. For one thing, he looked like his mother. That comparison alone made it highly inappropriate to even consider such a course of action. Draco had a job to do and a reputation to maintain.
At the moment, that involved getting a bra and clothing suitable for a woman.
The bell over the door jingled when Draco pushed it open. As he made his way over to the lingerie section, Draco began to lose his nerve. Just how did women select a bra, anyway?