Title: My Boy Lolli-Pop Ch 2
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: Yay! Chapter two....Harry gets some answers!
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Draco was forced to sit and endure silence and stares for half of dinner. No one was willing to talk to him, and he certainly didn't want to talk to them. He sighed and decided to give up. He nodded curtly to Pansy and Blaise, before excusing himself from the table. He could feel hundreds of eyes watching him as he left.
Even with all of the unwanted attention, he still felt as if a 10,000 pound weight had been lifted off his shoulders. His secret was out; free at last, with nothing to hide! So what if he had had somewhat of a wardrobe and personality change? As long as he liked it, and felt comfortable with it, he didn't care what they thought!
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Harry watched Draco make a courteous, but hasty exit.
"Thinks he can just show up like that, not explain himself, and then leave? I think not.." Harry got up from his seat. He was actually quite surprised that no one else went after Draco. Apparently they would rather gossip about it than find out what actually happened.
Harry ran out of the entrance to the great hall, in time to see Draco rounding a corner.
"Malfoy!" He called out, running to catch up.
Draco stopped abruptly, and turned around.
"Damnit, Potter. What do you want? Can't you see I'm going somewhere?" A very flustered and blushing Malfoy spit out.
"Actually, I have a question or two." Harry asked calmly, eying Draco up close.
"Well, I'm not in the mood to answer any!" Draco turned on his heal, but was stopped when Harry grabbed him by the arm. "Let go of me, Potter!"
"No. Not until you answer some questions."
Draco was at a loss. He had expected Potter to be especially curious about his sudden change of heart and fashion, but he hadn't actually expected Harry to actually corner him. He might as well talk. After all, Potter WAS a goody-goody. If any one would be fair and listen without judgment, it would be a Gryffindor.
"Alright. I'll play 50 questions with you, but I want to do it on my terms."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "And what would your terms be?"
"I don't want to do this here. I want to go somewhere else."
"That's fine with me. Come on, I know the perfect spot."
Harry led Draco down the hallways, and through several passageways, until they reached an abandoned class-room, filled with dusty couches and a large table.
Draco frowned. "How'd you know about this place?"
"I come here sometimes to get away from things." Harry said quietly, setting himself down on one of the tattered couches. Draco sat down at the opposite end of the couch, straightening out his dress and putting his knees tightly together.
"Well?"
Harry looked puzzled for a moment. "Oh yeah. Questions. First of all, why in God's name are you dressed like..well, why are you wearing what you're wearing?"
Draco sighed. "Just say it Potter. I'm not ashamed to say that I'm wearing a dress. A very pretty dress, I might add." The Gryffindors eyes just widened a bit; his jaw falling open a bit.
"Alright then. Why are you wearing a dress?"
The blond looked nervously about the room. "Potter. I don't know why I'm going to tell you this. I guess it's just because I haven't had the chance to tell anyone, and I know that you won't judge me or immediately think I need to be locked away at St. Mungo's insanity ward."
Harry nodded and smiled. "You're right. Honestly, even though I hate you.." Harry thought about that, and then continued. "Do you know what? I don't think I ever really hated you. Maybe disliked you. Maybe got annoyed with you, but I never really hated you. I guess I always thought that maybe there was something reason that you were so mean, or that it was just an act."
Draco's eyes widened. "You..you don't hate me? After all the things that I did to you?"
"No. In fact, after this conversation, I wouldn't mind if we..." Harry took a deep breath of air, "became friends."
"Friends, Potter? You're crazier than I thought! Why would I want to be friends with you?"
Seeing the hurt look in Harry's eyes, Draco immediately regretted saying that. "I'm sorry. Listen, I'll try to be your friend. I mean, I don't have any friends currently, because, well, you know..." Draco gestured to his dress.
Harry laughed, and then nodded. "Alright. Friends, then." Harry held out his hand, and Draco took it. "Now. Are you going to answer my question?"
"Oh, right. About the dress." Draco took a deep breath. He could feel his whole face heating up and turning red. He was sure his cheeks were as pink as his dress. "Well, you see, it started when I was little." Draco said, looking unsure.
"It's alright, continue. I won't judge you, I promise." Harry said, leaning forward slightly as if to show interest.
"Ok." Draco nodded. "As you know, I've always been a little bit...mean."
Harry rolled his eyes. 'That's the understatement of the year.' Harry thought to himself.
"Well, I guess most people think it's because of my upbringing. You know, the Malfoys are one of the wealthiest and oldest pureblood families anywhere. I think that people figured that because of this, I was raised to be malicious and vain. Well, that's not exactly true. I mean, my father raised me to have manners, and educated me about money, our history, and proper behavior of a Malfoy heir. But, he also raised me to be tough and ruthless."
Harry nodded, and waited for Draco to continue.
"I always tried to follow in my fathers footsteps. He hated Gryffindors and muggles; so naturally, I tried to do the same. I think the reason I tried to hard, was because I knew that I could never actually be that way. Teasing you and the other Gryffindors was a way to prove myself to everyone, I suppose." Draco blushed. "When I was little, my only uncle on my father's side would come and visit, and bring along his children, my cousins; Videric and Amatria.
Videric was the perfect Malfoy; smart, thoughtful, handsome, and vicious. He was everything that my father wanted me to be. I hated Videric. I hated him from the moment he walked into the Manor; the way he spoke, the way he walked, his whole demeanor. He was everything that I dreaded becoming.
Amatria on the other hand was as kind and sweet as he was cold and uncaring. She had long golden curls, and the clearest blue eyes. Her cheeks were always rosy, and she always smelled of flowers, or candy. She was a proper lady, always wearing the most beautiful tea-dresses, with gloves, aprons, and plenty of frills. I always loved it when she would come over. She would play with me, give me sweets, and tell me wonderful stories. In a world of such bleakness and backstabbing, she was like a ray of light. I loved her.
Unfortunately, she was a liability. When she turned 18, my uncle married her off to some pureblood wizard family, and I haven't seen her since."
"That's awful." Harry said quietly.
"That's how it is in my family. Any way, by that point I was having problems. On one hand, I wanted to be like my father. I wanted to make him proud. On the other hand, I wanted to be like Amatria. I loved how she looked, how she smelled, the way she acted, and I wanted to be like that. For years, I fought to be my father's son. Teasing you, being nasty all of the time, that was me trying. Over the summer, my father took me to one of his..meetings." Draco looked up for a moment to see Harry's expression. When his face didn't contort into anger or disgust, he continued.
"I was horrified. I vowed to myself that I would never be like them. I was so sick and tired of trying to be what I'm not! I wanted to be like Amatria-sweet, kind, and beautiful. Don't get me wrong, Potter. I mean, I love being a guy. It's hard to explain. I would never want to be a girl, but when I dress like this, I feel myself. I feel like I can finally relax in my own skin. I'm sorry if this doesn't make any sense..."
"No, no. I think I understand. I mean, when I go home for the summer, I have to stay with my Aunt and Uncle, and my cousin Dudley. I mean, if they were the only muggles I had ever seen, I would hate muggles too. They treated me awfully. Actually, they still do. When I'm there, I get beaten for talking about anything relating to magic. I feel like I'm being covered with a damp sheet when I'm there. When I'm at Hogwarts, I finally feel like I can be me."
Draco smiled. "I never thought that we would have so much in common." Draco said, shaking his head.
"Yeah. I'm glad we're on good terms now."
"Me too." They both sat in silence for a while, letting the conversation settle in. Suddenly, Draco's whole face brightened.
"I have an idea. Do you like meade? I have some in my room, if you would like to have a glass with me.."
Harry looked puzzled. "What's meade? Is it a drink?"
"Honestly, Potter. Yes, it's a drink; an alcoholic drink. You'll like it, I promise."
"Alright then. I'll have some meade with you." Harry looked thoughtful for a second and then added, "You can call me Harry, if you want to."
Draco smiled. "I'd like that, Harry. You can call me Draco."
They were both smiling and contented as they left to go to the Dungeons.
'Maybe hell has always been frozen.' Harry thought to himself happily.
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Comments: YAY! This chapter is DONE! The next chapter should be up fairly soon. I hope you have enjoyed reading it thus far. REVIEW, please? I'm BEGGING thee. I need your ideas!
And: Okay. I want you guys to tell me your opinion.
Should Harry or Draco make the first move?
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: Yay! Chapter two....Harry gets some answers!
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Draco was forced to sit and endure silence and stares for half of dinner. No one was willing to talk to him, and he certainly didn't want to talk to them. He sighed and decided to give up. He nodded curtly to Pansy and Blaise, before excusing himself from the table. He could feel hundreds of eyes watching him as he left.
Even with all of the unwanted attention, he still felt as if a 10,000 pound weight had been lifted off his shoulders. His secret was out; free at last, with nothing to hide! So what if he had had somewhat of a wardrobe and personality change? As long as he liked it, and felt comfortable with it, he didn't care what they thought!
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Harry watched Draco make a courteous, but hasty exit.
"Thinks he can just show up like that, not explain himself, and then leave? I think not.." Harry got up from his seat. He was actually quite surprised that no one else went after Draco. Apparently they would rather gossip about it than find out what actually happened.
Harry ran out of the entrance to the great hall, in time to see Draco rounding a corner.
"Malfoy!" He called out, running to catch up.
Draco stopped abruptly, and turned around.
"Damnit, Potter. What do you want? Can't you see I'm going somewhere?" A very flustered and blushing Malfoy spit out.
"Actually, I have a question or two." Harry asked calmly, eying Draco up close.
"Well, I'm not in the mood to answer any!" Draco turned on his heal, but was stopped when Harry grabbed him by the arm. "Let go of me, Potter!"
"No. Not until you answer some questions."
Draco was at a loss. He had expected Potter to be especially curious about his sudden change of heart and fashion, but he hadn't actually expected Harry to actually corner him. He might as well talk. After all, Potter WAS a goody-goody. If any one would be fair and listen without judgment, it would be a Gryffindor.
"Alright. I'll play 50 questions with you, but I want to do it on my terms."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "And what would your terms be?"
"I don't want to do this here. I want to go somewhere else."
"That's fine with me. Come on, I know the perfect spot."
Harry led Draco down the hallways, and through several passageways, until they reached an abandoned class-room, filled with dusty couches and a large table.
Draco frowned. "How'd you know about this place?"
"I come here sometimes to get away from things." Harry said quietly, setting himself down on one of the tattered couches. Draco sat down at the opposite end of the couch, straightening out his dress and putting his knees tightly together.
"Well?"
Harry looked puzzled for a moment. "Oh yeah. Questions. First of all, why in God's name are you dressed like..well, why are you wearing what you're wearing?"
Draco sighed. "Just say it Potter. I'm not ashamed to say that I'm wearing a dress. A very pretty dress, I might add." The Gryffindors eyes just widened a bit; his jaw falling open a bit.
"Alright then. Why are you wearing a dress?"
The blond looked nervously about the room. "Potter. I don't know why I'm going to tell you this. I guess it's just because I haven't had the chance to tell anyone, and I know that you won't judge me or immediately think I need to be locked away at St. Mungo's insanity ward."
Harry nodded and smiled. "You're right. Honestly, even though I hate you.." Harry thought about that, and then continued. "Do you know what? I don't think I ever really hated you. Maybe disliked you. Maybe got annoyed with you, but I never really hated you. I guess I always thought that maybe there was something reason that you were so mean, or that it was just an act."
Draco's eyes widened. "You..you don't hate me? After all the things that I did to you?"
"No. In fact, after this conversation, I wouldn't mind if we..." Harry took a deep breath of air, "became friends."
"Friends, Potter? You're crazier than I thought! Why would I want to be friends with you?"
Seeing the hurt look in Harry's eyes, Draco immediately regretted saying that. "I'm sorry. Listen, I'll try to be your friend. I mean, I don't have any friends currently, because, well, you know..." Draco gestured to his dress.
Harry laughed, and then nodded. "Alright. Friends, then." Harry held out his hand, and Draco took it. "Now. Are you going to answer my question?"
"Oh, right. About the dress." Draco took a deep breath. He could feel his whole face heating up and turning red. He was sure his cheeks were as pink as his dress. "Well, you see, it started when I was little." Draco said, looking unsure.
"It's alright, continue. I won't judge you, I promise." Harry said, leaning forward slightly as if to show interest.
"Ok." Draco nodded. "As you know, I've always been a little bit...mean."
Harry rolled his eyes. 'That's the understatement of the year.' Harry thought to himself.
"Well, I guess most people think it's because of my upbringing. You know, the Malfoys are one of the wealthiest and oldest pureblood families anywhere. I think that people figured that because of this, I was raised to be malicious and vain. Well, that's not exactly true. I mean, my father raised me to have manners, and educated me about money, our history, and proper behavior of a Malfoy heir. But, he also raised me to be tough and ruthless."
Harry nodded, and waited for Draco to continue.
"I always tried to follow in my fathers footsteps. He hated Gryffindors and muggles; so naturally, I tried to do the same. I think the reason I tried to hard, was because I knew that I could never actually be that way. Teasing you and the other Gryffindors was a way to prove myself to everyone, I suppose." Draco blushed. "When I was little, my only uncle on my father's side would come and visit, and bring along his children, my cousins; Videric and Amatria.
Videric was the perfect Malfoy; smart, thoughtful, handsome, and vicious. He was everything that my father wanted me to be. I hated Videric. I hated him from the moment he walked into the Manor; the way he spoke, the way he walked, his whole demeanor. He was everything that I dreaded becoming.
Amatria on the other hand was as kind and sweet as he was cold and uncaring. She had long golden curls, and the clearest blue eyes. Her cheeks were always rosy, and she always smelled of flowers, or candy. She was a proper lady, always wearing the most beautiful tea-dresses, with gloves, aprons, and plenty of frills. I always loved it when she would come over. She would play with me, give me sweets, and tell me wonderful stories. In a world of such bleakness and backstabbing, she was like a ray of light. I loved her.
Unfortunately, she was a liability. When she turned 18, my uncle married her off to some pureblood wizard family, and I haven't seen her since."
"That's awful." Harry said quietly.
"That's how it is in my family. Any way, by that point I was having problems. On one hand, I wanted to be like my father. I wanted to make him proud. On the other hand, I wanted to be like Amatria. I loved how she looked, how she smelled, the way she acted, and I wanted to be like that. For years, I fought to be my father's son. Teasing you, being nasty all of the time, that was me trying. Over the summer, my father took me to one of his..meetings." Draco looked up for a moment to see Harry's expression. When his face didn't contort into anger or disgust, he continued.
"I was horrified. I vowed to myself that I would never be like them. I was so sick and tired of trying to be what I'm not! I wanted to be like Amatria-sweet, kind, and beautiful. Don't get me wrong, Potter. I mean, I love being a guy. It's hard to explain. I would never want to be a girl, but when I dress like this, I feel myself. I feel like I can finally relax in my own skin. I'm sorry if this doesn't make any sense..."
"No, no. I think I understand. I mean, when I go home for the summer, I have to stay with my Aunt and Uncle, and my cousin Dudley. I mean, if they were the only muggles I had ever seen, I would hate muggles too. They treated me awfully. Actually, they still do. When I'm there, I get beaten for talking about anything relating to magic. I feel like I'm being covered with a damp sheet when I'm there. When I'm at Hogwarts, I finally feel like I can be me."
Draco smiled. "I never thought that we would have so much in common." Draco said, shaking his head.
"Yeah. I'm glad we're on good terms now."
"Me too." They both sat in silence for a while, letting the conversation settle in. Suddenly, Draco's whole face brightened.
"I have an idea. Do you like meade? I have some in my room, if you would like to have a glass with me.."
Harry looked puzzled. "What's meade? Is it a drink?"
"Honestly, Potter. Yes, it's a drink; an alcoholic drink. You'll like it, I promise."
"Alright then. I'll have some meade with you." Harry looked thoughtful for a second and then added, "You can call me Harry, if you want to."
Draco smiled. "I'd like that, Harry. You can call me Draco."
They were both smiling and contented as they left to go to the Dungeons.
'Maybe hell has always been frozen.' Harry thought to himself happily.
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Comments: YAY! This chapter is DONE! The next chapter should be up fairly soon. I hope you have enjoyed reading it thus far. REVIEW, please? I'm BEGGING thee. I need your ideas!
And: Okay. I want you guys to tell me your opinion.
Should Harry or Draco make the first move?