The Pleasures of Company (слэш)

Harry smoothed down the frilly, layered skirt of his costume nervously, fidgeting with the apron at his waist continuously. Despite being alone, he couldn't find a comfortable position to stand—he felt self-conscious in his clothing, and understandably so. The dress he wore was black and soft, and short enough that his thighs were bare despite the long, black stockings that wrapped around his legs.