At The Burrow

"Where is everyone?" Harry asked offhandedly. He stood at Ron's bedroom window, watching gnomes play hide-and-tackle in the Weasley's garden.

Ron didn't bother to look up. He was lying on his stomach on the bed, fussing with the fraying edge of the duvet.

"Let me guess," Harry started, seeing that Ron wasn't going to answer him. "Charlie is in Romania. Bill is visiting school chums from all over the country. Percy is at the office. Fred and George have gone on another mysterious adventure, no doubt to test some explosive new invention. Ginny and Hermione have gone swimming. And your parents have gone into Diagon Alley for shopping."

Harry's lanky friend sprang off the bed. "I didn't know everyone was gone."

"So?" It was a hot summer day, and Harry couldn't seem to muster the energy to shrug.

"Oh, come on." Ron skipped out of the room in front of Harry, who followed wearing a bewildered expression.

To Harry's surprise, Ron led him through the house to Ginny Weasley's bedroom. Harry had never seen her room before. It was spacious, and probably would have looked even more so if Hermione's things weren't currently taking up half the floor. Her trunk was open and several dresses on hangers were thrown across the top of it.

"Ron? Why are we in here?"

When Harry turned, he saw Ron already at his younger sister's closet, sorting through dresses. The freckled redhead turned back to his confused friend holding up a yellow flowered dress.

"This should fit you. Try it on."

"Okay, I'm getting scared. Has the heat finally gone to your head?"

"No. I do this all the time."

Harry had his mouth open, ready to protest, until he realized Ron had already shed his t-shirt and was pulling a baby blue jumper over his head. Harry followed suit, setting aside any misgivings he had.

"We look good in summer dresses," Ron remarked, smoothing out the front of his dress with the palms of his hands. He and Harry were standing in front of Ginny's wall mirror.

"I've never worn a dress before," Harry commented, scrutinizing his appearance in the sunflower dress with the low collar and reached the top of his knees.

"You should do it more often."

Harry regarded Ron's suggestion and studied the other boy's reflection.

"That dress suits you."

"Really?" Ron turned sideways and tried to suck in his tummy fat.

"Don't, Ron." Harry took hold of Ron's wrists and pulled his hands away from his stomach. "You don't need to do that."

Ron turned around to meet his best friend's eyes and frowned.

"And you don't have to do that." He indicated the red marks criss-crossing the otherwise perfect flesh on Harry's arms.

Harry flushed and looked away from Ron's worried gaze. He had been constantly reminded how unhealthy it was to cut oneself by both Ron and Hermione. But the red lines Harry cut into his skin seemed comforting somehow. He decided to return the subject to dresses. "Shall we try on more outfits?"

Ron had been eyeing Harry's legs, which were also marked with red lines. He blinked and looked up when Harry spoke. Realizing that this wasn't an argument he wanted to start at the moment, he sighed heavily and turned back to his sister's wardrobe. "Okay."

A few minutes later, they were standing side by side before the mirror again. Ron had on a fitted top and matching skirt, containing seams along the sides to give the legs a defined shape. The color complimented his hair very well. Harry wore a medium length, sleeveless velour dress with a high collar.

"We look pretty cute, I'd say," Harry said, turned toward the taller boy to place his hands on Ron's shoulder and bend one leg in an altogether feminine way.

"Well, I do. But your arse just a bit too large for that dress."

When Harry stuck out his lower lip and turned around to see his allegedly large arse in the mirror, Ron couldn't help but laugh.

"God, Harry. You're beautiful when you pout."

The raven haired boy pretended to not hear his friend's words, but kept examining his arse in the mirror.

"Wow, it's hot today." Ron collapsed on his sister's bed, fanning himself with his hand.

"Yeah," Harry agreed, settling himself next to Ron on the bed. "You don't suppose there's any chance of anyone coming in anytime soon?"

Ron shook his head. "Maybe in, like, fifteen minutes we should start worrying. But not yet. Why do you ask?"

"I just wouldn't want anyone to find us wearing your sister's clothes, that's all."

Harry flopped back wards on the bed, his arms outstretched. Ron turned to look at him.

"Aw, this wasn't that bad, was it?"

"No, it's not that. It would just be awkward...I mean, these aren't our clothes or anything..."

"Yeah, I know." Ron turned to look at Harry. He seemed to be very interested in the ceiling. Not really knowing what he was doing, Ron leaned forward on his elbows and gently ran the back of his index finger down the side of Harry's face. Harry's eyelids fluttered closed and a very small smile crept across his lips.

The two boys in drag sat together for another ten minutes, the silence filled with would-be meaning.

"Okay, we should probably put away Gin's things," Ron said, getting up and turning his back for Harry to un-button him.

"Hm...okay." Harry mumbled an assent to Ron's statement, but made no move to take off his dress.

"Harry, come on, I thought you didn't want to be found wearing a dress."

"Well, don't you think we should finish this cross-dressing thing properly?" Harry asked, stepping closer to Ron.

"What, you mean hang everything back up the way it was and get the hell out of here before my sister comes back?"

Wordlessly, Harry closed the distance between him and Ron and laced his arms around Ron's waist.

"Kiss me, Gorgeous," Harry ordered, tilting his face upward.

Ron murmured something Harry didn't quite catch, but that matter was rendered entirely trivial by the moment that followed. Ron's hand was behind Harry's head, Harry hands were at Ron's hips, their lips met with a strong integrity, causing each of them to lose their minds for a fleeting second. The next moment the kiss was gone, and jade melted into blue as two pairs of eyes met with a mixture of astonishment, confusion, admiration and love.

"Now you should get changed," Ron urged, "unless you'd like to ask Ginny if you can keep that dress."

"I just might do that," Harry answered, his eyes never leaving Ron's, "If it means getting to do this more often."