Prompt by ShippingShipper1 and BreatheTheBL

Harry couldn't walk anywhere without being teased.

First it was the pink shirt he had worn to Transfiguration, which Zacharias Smith had helpfully pointed out was girly. Then it was Seamus laughing when he walked in on Harry trying on Padma's heels. Then it was Hermione asking him about her missing makeup.

Now the whispers were following him around, eyes watching him as he walked past, raised eyebrows and suspicious smirks.

The rumors were flying.

Harry Potter is gay, Harry Potter is a crossdresser, Harry Potter thinks he's a girl.

Harry supposed they were partially right. He was a girl trapped in a boy's body, and he would have to deal with that forever.

But he had enough on his mind with Sirius Black escaping Azkaban and Draco Malfoy being unnecessarily pretty, so he couldn't really focus much. 

Plus, if he acted as girly as possible, maybe people would be more accepting when he told them he was a girl.

These thoughts flew through his mind as he studied himself in the mirror.

He had borrowed one of Lavender's dresses, the flowy soft blue one, and was now in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom trying to make himself look how he felt.

He had to look like a girl.

It didn't feel quite right, he didn't enjoy it. Heels were uncomfortable, dresses felt too open, makeup seemed too heavy, but that was what girls did, didn't they?

Before he could consider that further, the door to the bathroom flew open and Draco Malfoy gaped at him in the mirror.

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Draco was irritated. All he had heard all day was a mix of "Potter is gay" and "Sirius Black escaped Azkaban!"

It was old news, honestly. And who were these people to make assumptions of Harry Potter?

He was scowling, sure. But he was supposed to be the Ice Prince of Slytherin, so a bit of scowling wouldn't hurt.

He shoved open the door to a bathroom, and realized far too late that it wasn't the boy's bathroom.

As his eyes flew up, he saw a girl standing in front of the mirror, just staring back at him.

It took another second for it to hit him that no girls at their school had short black hair and bright green eyes.

It was yet another second before he realized it was Harry Potter.

"Potter?" he whispered breathlessly. So the rumors are true.

Harry was tense, eyes wide and scared. "Malfoy," he replied tensely.

"You're wearing a dress."

"I am."

"Okay." Draco walked forward and turned on the tap with shaking hands. He cupped his hands and splashed some water on his face, before turning off the tap and turning to face Harry.

He looked terrified. Wide green eyes were locked on Draco, his hands shaking, his breathing fast.

"I'm bisexual," Draco said suddenly.

Harry blinked, shocked out of his panic. "What?"

Draco shrugged. "I know something personal about you. Now you know something about me. Now you know I won't use this against you. I might tease you about a lot of things, Potter, but this isn't one of them."

Harry's eyes widened further, but he seemed to relax slightly.

Draco nodded once in goodbye and walked out.

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It was two days later when Harry wasn't in Potions. Draco excused himself to go to the bathroom and beelined to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

Sure enough, when he opened the door, Harry was in there, and he jumped at the door opened, only to relax when he realized it was Draco.

Funny, Draco thought. When did the realization that it's me start to calm him?

He didn't comment on it, however. Instead, he walked to the sink and started to wash his hands. "You're wearing makeup."

"I am."

"And wearing a dress."

"I am."

"You're good at it."

Harry blinked, startled. "Excuse me?"

"Your eyeshadow." Draco turned off the tap and shook his hands. "It's really good."

"Thank you," Harry mumbled, obviously uncomfortable with the praise.

Draco frowned, hopping up on the counter to watch him. "What's wrong?"

Harry frowned, seeming to be in thought for a moment before answering. "I like doing makeup, but I don't like wearing it. Too heavy."

"What if you did it on someone else?" Draco suggested.

Harry's head flew up. "Are you volunteering?"

Draco nodded. "Wouldn't be the first time someone's done makeup on me. I like wearing makeup."

"Are you-"

"I'm a boy," Draco laughed. "Boys can wear makeup."

Harry looked stunned at the thought of that. "Would you be comfortable with me doing makeup on you? We're not exactly best friends."

Draco shrugged. "I trust you."

He found the words to be true. Despite two years of fighting with the boy, he knew Harry would never intentionally hurt him without being provoked. 

Harry stared at him in wonder, before grabbing his bags and setting them next to Draco. He lifted his chin, studying his face for a minute, before picking up a small brush and dipping it into the pink, brushing it across Draco's eye.

They stayed like that for a while, silent and afraid to break the peace. Draco was sure he had missed two classes by now, but he didn't care.

Finally, Harry lifted up a baby pink lipstick. He glanced up at Draco for a moment before his eyes dropped to Draco's lips. His thumb brushed Draco's bottom lip, and Draco suppressed the urge to shiver, allowing his lips to part.

Harry slowly lifted the lipstick and swiped it along his bottom lip until he was satisfied. Draco rolled his lips together and Harry finished the top lip.

Harry looked almost... sad when they were done. Draco felt similar. Despite not talking, he enjoyed Harry's presence.

Harry's eyes lingered on Draco's lips a little too long, before flicking up to meet his eyes.

"You look nice," he murmured. He pulled a small container out of his bag and set it on the counter next to Draco. "I'll be back here on Friday if you'd like to join me."

And he grabbed his bag and left.

Draco looked down, and smiled at the makeup wipes Harry had set next to him. He turned to face the mirror.

His cheeks glowed with shimmery highlighter and soft blush. His lips were a sweet bubblegum pink. His eyelids were blue and white, while the crease was pink.

It took Draco a minute to realize Harry had painted the colors of the transgender flag on his eyes.

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It felt like Friday had taken nine years to come, but it had. 

And now Draco was once again pushing open the door to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom to see Harry standing in front of the mirror.

"A skirt this time."

"Yes."

"No makeup."

"I was hoping I could do makeup on you again?" Harry's eyes were pleading, and his voice shook a little with nervousness. 

"Of course," Draco replied softly, moving to sit on the counter right in front of Harry. "I brought your wipes back."

"Thank you," Harry whispered, before starting to do Draco's eyeshadow.

"You know you don't have to validate being a girl with dresses and makeup. There are girls who wear blue and jeans and t-shirts and no makeup. If you don't want to be traditionally feminine, that doesn't make you any less of a girl."

Harry almost dropped his brush in shock. He stared at Draco for a long time before starting to do his makeup again.

It wasn't until he swiped dark purple on Draco's lips that he spoke again.

"Thank you."

This time he had put the colors of the bisexual flag on Draco's eyes.

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"I brought you something," Draco said as he entered the bathroom.

Harry looked up, interested. "What is it?"

"A lip gloss Pansy designed. It's lightweight and not sticky at all. She claims it tastes wonderful too, but I haven't tried it. I wanted to bring it straight to you. It doesn't feel heavy, but it gives a nice little shimmer. I figured if you still wanted to try doing your own makeup, you could start with something lighter."

Harry took the lip gloss from Draco with shaking hands. "Draco, I.... thank you."

Draco smiled at the sounds of his first name on Harry's lips. "Try it on."

Harry leaned forward in the mirror and swiped the gloss over his lips until they were shiny and beautiful.

He smiled brightly as he leaned back. "It tastes like strawberries!"

"Does it?" Draco asked, interested.

"Yeah, try it!" Harry held out the tube.

Draco couldn't help it. Maybe it was how beautiful the gloss looked on Harry or how Harry was looking at him, but either way he batted the tube away and leaned forward to kiss Harry softly.

"Hm, you're right. Strawberries," he murmured as he pulled away, praying he hadn't read the signs wrong.

Harry stared at him wide-eyed. "You just kissed me."

"I did."

"Will you do it again?"

"If you'd like me to."

"Yes please," Harry whispered, his voice shaking.

Draco leaned forward again and kissed him  for much longer than he originally had, allowing himself to taste the strawberry gloss on Harry's lips. His arms carefully wound around Harry and he kissed him again and again, losing himself in the scent of strawberries and the feeling of Harry's body pressed against his.

"Harry," he murmured as he slowly pulled his lips away, keeping his arms wound around the other. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Harry's breath caught, green eyes widening at the question. Arms tightened around Draco and a soft "yes," was whispered before they were kissing again.

Harry found herself as time went on. She continued to go by her name, and claimed she did like it. She grew her hair out to match Pansy's bobbed black haircut, and took to wearing strawberry lip gloss and mascara as her only makeup. She found that despite how much she hated dresses, high waisted jeans and crops tops were a favorite of hers. Heels were awful, but tennis shoes were fantastic and comfortable.

Draco found himself as time went on. He found himself letting his hair be curly and natural more often, as that was Harry's favorite. He only wore makeup when Harry did it, because Draco was horrible at precision and carefulness. Eyeliner was his worst enemy.

They found themselves, and they found each other.