Title: My Boy Lolli-Pop Ch 1
Author: LovelyPsychopath
Contains: OOCness, Slash (DM/HP), cross-dressing, swearing, and the EXTREME slaughter of traditional gender roles in relationships.
Disclaimer: All belongs to the lovely Miss J.K. Rowling.I am just simpering scum at the mercy of my muses.
Comments: Okay, the idea for this fic has been prodding me with a sharp stick for about a month. It all started at a sleep over that Silent Nose and I had a while back. We were talking about Draco and Harry, and I happened to mention that the thought of Draco in drag was...appealing. She stared at me flabbergasted. DAMNIT, it's TRUE! Well, anyways...ahem. This fic was also inspired by a WONDERFUL article in BITCH magazine on Slash. Yes, you heard me, an article in a mass-produced magazine about SLASH! Well, anyways, it talked about gender roles. Well, in this fic, I've decided to toss all ideas of traditional gender roles in the garbage! This was also inspired by Isabella from the manga Paradise Kiss, who is FAR more beautiful than any female character! Also:
Song to listen to while reading: "Cherry Lips" by Garbage, "Am I Getting Through" by Sheryl Crow, "Love Fool" by The Cardigans, and "Your Woman" by Whitetown.
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When Draco Malfoy returned to Hogwarts for his 6th year, certain things definitely had changed. Actually, that was quite an understatement, because everything had changed.
The Slytherin had decided to arrive a day early to Hogwarts, so he could leisurely unpack his things and get ready for the school year without stress. Just the thought of having to face his old "friends" made him slightly nauseated. Not to mention having to be kind and social with the new 1st years; talk about miserable!
Draco sighed, and began the long descent to the dungeons. As he entered the common room, he realized that a few others had decided to come early as well.
'Not good. Not good at all." Draco thought to himself, while quietly sneaking off to his room in the shadows.
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::sigh:: "I suppose I'll have to face them sometime or another." Draco said quietly. He had been hiding in his room all day, and his stomach was starting to remind him that he had skipped lunch. Draco rose from his seat, and pulled himself together. He stood straighter, and pasted a confident smile on his face.
"Now or never, Draco." With that thought, he strode off to eat dinner.
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Eyes. Hundreds of pairs of eyes, and they were all on him. The Slytherin could feel his cheeks growing red, and his heart madly palpitating in his chest; but he forced himself to walk calmly; to stay composed. He took his seat next to Blaise, who was staring at him; mouth wide open and eyes popping out of his head.
"It's not polite to stare." Draco snapped, causing Blaise to look quickly away to exchange surprised glances with Pansy.
"Draco, dear," Pansy paused, "Did something..happen over the summer?" A very choked up sounding Pansy managed to croak out, her eyes skimming over Draco.
Draco managed a smile. This was becoming amusing. "Why yes, Pansy. In fact, a lot happened."
"I'll say!" Crabbe shouted, who was then elbowed by a stunned Goyle.
Draco laughed.
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Harry Potter sighed with relief.
'Hogwarts at last!' He thought to himself. The smile on his face reached ear to ear.
The Dursleys had finally agreed to let him go to Hogwarts early. They hated him, and he hated them, so it worked out perfectly. He dragged his bags quickly up to Gryffindor tower, where Hermione was sitting by herself on one of the large over stuffed red couches reading, of course.
"'Mione!" Harry called. Hermione smiled and dropped the book she was reading. With the speed of a hippogriff, she was hugging Harry tightly.
"How was your summer, Harry?" She asked cheerfully.
"Ugh. The same. You know the Dursleys. I'm just glad they let me come early. How was your summer?"
"Oi, sorry to hear about your summer. Mine was okay." Hermione blushed. "Actually I have something to tell you. Over the summer, I went to stay with Ron for a week." Hermione paused. "And, well..he asked me out! And I said yes!"
"Wow! Hermione, that's fabulous!" Harry hugged his friend again, swinging her around.
"You mean.you don't mind? I mean..I promise it won't be weird! We're still all going to hang out all the time and everything."
"Hermione, don't worry about it. I'm happy for you, honestly."
Hermione sighed with relief.
"Speaking of Ron, where is he?" Harry questioned, looking about the room.
"Oh, he's coming a week late to school. He's visiting Charley in Romania."
"Oh." Harry sounded disappointed.
"Don't worry. He'll be here before you know it! Anyway, I'm starving, how about you?"
Harry instantly perked up. "Yeah, I am famished. Let's go get some dinner."
The two friends set off, gossiping and laughing all the way to dinner.
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Harry raised his head upon hearing a hush fall over the students dining in the great hall. He frowned, and followed the startled gazes of the entire student body.
"Oh....my....God." Harry let the words stumble from his lips while his eyes grew to the size of saucers. He rubbed his eyes, and pinched his arm, but the vision before him was still there. Either he was going mad, or hell had frozen over.
Draco Malfoy stood in the entrance of the great hall. That part was ok. It was the next bit that had him trying to catch his breath. It was what Draco was wearing.
Draco Malfoy was wearing a dress; a soft pink dress that came out at the waist, like a circle skirt, and had short poofy sleeves. He could even see a gauzy white crinoline peaking out from under the dress. The boy wore a white faux apron over his dress that was tied in a large bow in the back. A matching purse, girly white gloves trimmed in lace, matching knee socks complete with pink mary-jane shoes, and pink floral hair clips completed the outfit.
Harry's jaw dropped as he noted a few last details.
'My God! Malfoy's even wearing makeup!' Harry's brain screamed, noting the bubble-gum tint on his lips.
Harry whipped his head around to face an equally stunned Hermione.
"What the hell was that? Please tell me I'm not imaging things, Hermione!" Harry begged, clinging to his friend's side like his life depended on it.
"I'm afraid you're not imaging it, Harry. I have no idea what just happened, but I think we'll soon find out." Hermione's voice was monotone, and in shock.
Harry nodded dumbly. "I'm going to ask him."
"What? No! You can't do that! Malfoy may be insane! He may try to kill you or something!"
"For god's sake, Hermione! The boy is dressed like a little girl on Easter Sunday! I don't think he's going to attack me! I'm just...curious. I want to know if hell actually has frozen over."
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Comments: This was originally going to be one LONG fic. After a while, I decided to make it a chapter fic. I mean, it was getting way too long. This fic has become...my baby! PLEASE REVIEW! I worked really hard on it!
Author: LovelyPsychopath
Contains: OOCness, Slash (DM/HP), cross-dressing, swearing, and the EXTREME slaughter of traditional gender roles in relationships.
Disclaimer: All belongs to the lovely Miss J.K. Rowling.I am just simpering scum at the mercy of my muses.
Comments: Okay, the idea for this fic has been prodding me with a sharp stick for about a month. It all started at a sleep over that Silent Nose and I had a while back. We were talking about Draco and Harry, and I happened to mention that the thought of Draco in drag was...appealing. She stared at me flabbergasted. DAMNIT, it's TRUE! Well, anyways...ahem. This fic was also inspired by a WONDERFUL article in BITCH magazine on Slash. Yes, you heard me, an article in a mass-produced magazine about SLASH! Well, anyways, it talked about gender roles. Well, in this fic, I've decided to toss all ideas of traditional gender roles in the garbage! This was also inspired by Isabella from the manga Paradise Kiss, who is FAR more beautiful than any female character! Also:
Song to listen to while reading: "Cherry Lips" by Garbage, "Am I Getting Through" by Sheryl Crow, "Love Fool" by The Cardigans, and "Your Woman" by Whitetown.
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When Draco Malfoy returned to Hogwarts for his 6th year, certain things definitely had changed. Actually, that was quite an understatement, because everything had changed.
The Slytherin had decided to arrive a day early to Hogwarts, so he could leisurely unpack his things and get ready for the school year without stress. Just the thought of having to face his old "friends" made him slightly nauseated. Not to mention having to be kind and social with the new 1st years; talk about miserable!
Draco sighed, and began the long descent to the dungeons. As he entered the common room, he realized that a few others had decided to come early as well.
'Not good. Not good at all." Draco thought to himself, while quietly sneaking off to his room in the shadows.
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::sigh:: "I suppose I'll have to face them sometime or another." Draco said quietly. He had been hiding in his room all day, and his stomach was starting to remind him that he had skipped lunch. Draco rose from his seat, and pulled himself together. He stood straighter, and pasted a confident smile on his face.
"Now or never, Draco." With that thought, he strode off to eat dinner.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eyes. Hundreds of pairs of eyes, and they were all on him. The Slytherin could feel his cheeks growing red, and his heart madly palpitating in his chest; but he forced himself to walk calmly; to stay composed. He took his seat next to Blaise, who was staring at him; mouth wide open and eyes popping out of his head.
"It's not polite to stare." Draco snapped, causing Blaise to look quickly away to exchange surprised glances with Pansy.
"Draco, dear," Pansy paused, "Did something..happen over the summer?" A very choked up sounding Pansy managed to croak out, her eyes skimming over Draco.
Draco managed a smile. This was becoming amusing. "Why yes, Pansy. In fact, a lot happened."
"I'll say!" Crabbe shouted, who was then elbowed by a stunned Goyle.
Draco laughed.
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Harry Potter sighed with relief.
'Hogwarts at last!' He thought to himself. The smile on his face reached ear to ear.
The Dursleys had finally agreed to let him go to Hogwarts early. They hated him, and he hated them, so it worked out perfectly. He dragged his bags quickly up to Gryffindor tower, where Hermione was sitting by herself on one of the large over stuffed red couches reading, of course.
"'Mione!" Harry called. Hermione smiled and dropped the book she was reading. With the speed of a hippogriff, she was hugging Harry tightly.
"How was your summer, Harry?" She asked cheerfully.
"Ugh. The same. You know the Dursleys. I'm just glad they let me come early. How was your summer?"
"Oi, sorry to hear about your summer. Mine was okay." Hermione blushed. "Actually I have something to tell you. Over the summer, I went to stay with Ron for a week." Hermione paused. "And, well..he asked me out! And I said yes!"
"Wow! Hermione, that's fabulous!" Harry hugged his friend again, swinging her around.
"You mean.you don't mind? I mean..I promise it won't be weird! We're still all going to hang out all the time and everything."
"Hermione, don't worry about it. I'm happy for you, honestly."
Hermione sighed with relief.
"Speaking of Ron, where is he?" Harry questioned, looking about the room.
"Oh, he's coming a week late to school. He's visiting Charley in Romania."
"Oh." Harry sounded disappointed.
"Don't worry. He'll be here before you know it! Anyway, I'm starving, how about you?"
Harry instantly perked up. "Yeah, I am famished. Let's go get some dinner."
The two friends set off, gossiping and laughing all the way to dinner.
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Harry raised his head upon hearing a hush fall over the students dining in the great hall. He frowned, and followed the startled gazes of the entire student body.
"Oh....my....God." Harry let the words stumble from his lips while his eyes grew to the size of saucers. He rubbed his eyes, and pinched his arm, but the vision before him was still there. Either he was going mad, or hell had frozen over.
Draco Malfoy stood in the entrance of the great hall. That part was ok. It was the next bit that had him trying to catch his breath. It was what Draco was wearing.
Draco Malfoy was wearing a dress; a soft pink dress that came out at the waist, like a circle skirt, and had short poofy sleeves. He could even see a gauzy white crinoline peaking out from under the dress. The boy wore a white faux apron over his dress that was tied in a large bow in the back. A matching purse, girly white gloves trimmed in lace, matching knee socks complete with pink mary-jane shoes, and pink floral hair clips completed the outfit.
Harry's jaw dropped as he noted a few last details.
'My God! Malfoy's even wearing makeup!' Harry's brain screamed, noting the bubble-gum tint on his lips.
Harry whipped his head around to face an equally stunned Hermione.
"What the hell was that? Please tell me I'm not imaging things, Hermione!" Harry begged, clinging to his friend's side like his life depended on it.
"I'm afraid you're not imaging it, Harry. I have no idea what just happened, but I think we'll soon find out." Hermione's voice was monotone, and in shock.
Harry nodded dumbly. "I'm going to ask him."
"What? No! You can't do that! Malfoy may be insane! He may try to kill you or something!"
"For god's sake, Hermione! The boy is dressed like a little girl on Easter Sunday! I don't think he's going to attack me! I'm just...curious. I want to know if hell actually has frozen over."
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Comments: This was originally going to be one LONG fic. After a while, I decided to make it a chapter fic. I mean, it was getting way too long. This fic has become...my baby! PLEASE REVIEW! I worked really hard on it!