... Harry countered.
"Why? You need a good laugh?"
"Hermione, I guarantee you, if you put this on, neither of us will be laughing."
"Want to bet?" she grumbled.
"Hell yes! What are the terms?" Ron chipped in.
"I will wear something equally skimpy, you choose it," he negotiated.
"Me too," Harry blurted when he saw her resolve start to waver.
"And if you laugh I get to change immediately."
"Now when we drool instead of laugh, you wear it all day."
"Er, alright, I guess." She took it hesitantly into the loo. Parvati had given it to her months ago when she first made a name for herself in fashion. Hermione, knowing nothing on the topic, had to take her word for it that it was 'in'. "Oh my." The little pieces of cloth barely covered her as they clung tightly to her body. She was sure, if it wasn't charmed, her chest would fall straight out. Someone knocked on the door. "Just...just a minute."
"Come out, we want to see it," Ron called.
"I can't." She caught a glimpse in the mirror and looked away fast. "I'm sorry, I just can't wear this. It's too embarrassing."
"Are you dressed?"
"If you consider this thing, then yes." The door opened and Harry slipped through. "No! Don't look!" She snatched his glasses before he could react.
He laughed and reached for the blob that sounded like his glasses being set on the counter. "Since when are you this shy?" He fumbled with th...