Title: Big Spender
Author: " Kitten" Sheerin
Rating:
Pairing: Oliver/Percy
Disclaimer: HP characters are not mine. The song Big Spender is not mine. The plot however is…and so is the club
Warning: Slash and drag
Dedication: To Princess, my fiancée, for giving me the idea...the courage…and modeling the wardrobe.
Author's note: I'm sorry but I can see Percy doing this. I love the boy with all my heart but I feel that he is the type of person who desperately needs to express himself and this may be the only way he can comfortably. Okay, here's the deal…the three rules of this fic…Rule number one: I can't kill anyone…so don't ask. Rule number two: I can't make anybody fall in love. Rule number three: I can't bring people back from the dead…it's not a pretty sight…I don't like doing that! Oh, and one last thing…IF wanted by enough people I will write what happens next.
Percy Weasley glanced around the cluttered dressing room. He stumbled past the costume racks and full-length mirror clumsily. //I'll have to clean this place up after the show.// The little cot in the corner was covered with frills and lace from little gowns that Percy believed showed only the best of Priscilla.
The white and black divider nearly fell onto the fragile boy as he attempted to step around it. //What a mess.// Percy carefully made his way over to the white vanity table with it's many bottles and jars. //I better start getting ready.// He sat down and organized the specific 'ingredients' needed to make Priscilla.
//Better get undressed first.// Percy stood up and walked behind the divider. Even though he was alone in the room he felt uncomfortable changing in the room unless he was behind something. Percy slipped off his jeans and let them drop to the floor. He'd pick them up when the show was over. Next was his sweater. The dark gray turtleneck slid off easily.
Percy shivered from the chill in the room. //Muggle clubs are always so drafty.// He thought as he slipped out of his navy blue silk boxers. He pulled a pair of red glittery underwear off of the divider. They were what Priscilla preferred. Red, shiny and string bikini. Percy pulled them on over soft, smooth ivory thighs and hips.
The young Weasley boy studies his legs. He faintly remembered Charlie once saying that if he tried, he could be sexy. //No, Percy Weasley cannot be sexy. Priscilla is sexy.// Percy sighed as he hooked the back of the matching bra. Muggles had finally figured out that baby oil gives the most accurate look to that area. Percy preferred to use baby oil. It was so much more natural looking than the things the others came up with.
There was a soft knock on the door. " Your on in thirty, Priscilla." A high-pitched voice called from behind the door. It was Percy's usual alert. Club Chameleon was the type of place that made sure everything and everyone was on time.
Percy pulled on a light red robe and seated himself again at the vanity table. He lifted the small bottle of foundation and opened it, shaking some of the thick peach colored contents into his hand. Percy spread it evenly on his face and neck. His hair was still wet from his shower so it stayed brushed back without the aid of a headband.
//Tonight's show is going to be one of Priscilla's best.// Percy lifted the blush brush and spread some across his cheek. //I have this odd feeling that something is going to happen tonight. I'm not sure if it is good or bad, but it's something.// The dark brown lip liner went on flawlessly. Percy selected a lighter brown lipstick for Priscilla and applied it slowly and carefully. Nothing was to look rushed tonight.
With his fake eyelashes, make-up and long red curly wig, Priscilla was almost ready. Percy pulled the long hair back into a French twist, letting a few selected curls escape. He stood and walked behind the divider again. Percy lifted his newest edition to the collection and removed the hanger. The black chemise was decorated with small glittery red hearts and it's thin straps and back were the only things untouched by the color. Percy pulled it on, happy with the way it clung to him only enough to hint at the false figure underneath.
Percy smoothed out the fabric as he emerged from behind the divider. //Now for the shoes. Where did I put those things?// Percy searched through the large shoe-rack on the wall and found Priscilla's red heels. He slipped them on and smiled. //I almost forgot.// Percy pulled off the heels quickly and lifted the chemise. He pulled the missing garter belt and thigh high black nylons off the table beside him, slipping them on. //That's better.// Percy adjusted the chemise again and replaced the shoes.
" Priscilla, it's show-time." The voice called behind the door. Percy Weasley glanced in the full-length mirror and smiled.
" Hello Priscilla." Percy blew a kiss to the image of himself in the glass and turned, heading out the door.
* * *
Priscilla confidently slinked out onto the foot high stage as the music started. He leaned against the sidewall, near the audience.
" The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a man of distinction
A real big Spender."
Priscilla slid partially down the wall, lifting the chemise over his hip. He was rewarded with whistles from the crowd. Priscilla stepped off the stage, as he did every night. He walked to the nearest table. He sat in the lap of one of the men, a common thing for Priscilla to do.
" Percy?" The man shouted in alarm. //How does he know my name?// Priscilla became nervous. " What the hell are you doing?" The man forced Priscilla to face him. //Oliver…what is he doing here?// Priscilla jumped up and ran back to his dressing room. He had been caught, that wasn't good.
" He recognized me! How? I'm not Percy! I'm Priscilla….I'm Priscilla." Priscilla sat at the vanity table, head down. //What am I going to do now? The reason I came to a muggle club was to avoid any of them seeing me. But now…now…Oliver saw…he saw me.//
" Percy? Can you please explain to me what's going on?" Oliver asked, placing a hand on Priscilla's shoulder. Priscilla jumped, quickly wiping the tears from his cheeks.
" My name is Priscilla." Priscilla hurriedly wiped away the eyeliner that had smudged under his eyes. Oliver knelt beside him.
" Fine then, Priscilla. Tell me what your doing here." Oliver placed a hand under Priscilla's chin and forced him to look at him.
Priscilla sighed and forced a smile. " I'm working." //Why doesn't he just leave?// Priscilla turned back to the mirror and applied more lipstick in order to keep his hands busy. Oliver gently pulled Priscilla's wig off. " What are you doing?"
" Percy, enough of this. There's no reason for you to be working here…like this." Oliver ran a hand through Percy's hair. " You are Percy Weasley. Not Priscilla…whatever…Understand?" Oliver smiled as Percy nodded faintly.
" Here, let's get this stuff off of you. You look ridiculous." Oliver laughed as he began to pull the thin chemise over Percy's head. Normally Percy would have been horrified at the act, but he just didn't have the strength to protest. " Uh…that has to go too." Oliver raised an eyebrow in confusion as he reached around Percy, unfastening the bra and pulling it off with one skilled movement.
Percy reached for his robe. He didn't like how vulnerable he felt. He wasn't sure if it was the lack of clothing, or the fact that Oliver was undressing him. " No. Nothing girly. Where are your regular clothes?" Oliver grabbed Percy's wrist and pulled the frightened boy's hand away from the feminine apparel.
" Over there." Percy mumbled as he motioned to the divider. Oliver smiled reassuringly. He let go of Percy's wrist and walked to the pile of clothing hidden behind the divider. Oliver took the items over to Percy and dropped them on the floor beside him.
" Those have to go too. Stand up." Oliver pulled Percy to his feet. Percy stood, reluctantly. He was too emotionally exhausted to resist. Oliver placed his hands on Percy's hips, taking the thin string sides of the underwear and tugging lightly. Percy jumped back, shocked.
" Oliver! What do you think your doing?" Percy shouted and backed up, bumping into the chair and sitting down once again. //What does he think he can get away with here? I would never…// Percy pulled on the robe he had been reaching for and held it closed.
" Percy, calm down. I'm just trying to get you into these." Oliver lifted Percy's jeans and sweater from the floor and placed them down again. " So come on, stand up and take off that robe."
Hesitantly, Percy rose and dropped the robe. " Fine." Percy turned his face away from the boy in front of him. Oliver smiled and proceeded to remove the underwear, kneeling to pull it off completely. Percy felt very uncomfortable having Oliver kneeling in front of him like that so he took a step back.
" There, that's better." Oliver lifted the boxers and held them out for Percy to step into. Percy stood still for a moment before stepping into them. Oliver slid the silky material up Percy's legs but hesitated at is thighs. Oliver glanced up at Percy, who was blushing furiously. " Don't worry about that. I'm used to it." Oliver winked at Percy.
THE END
Author: " Kitten" Sheerin
Rating:
Pairing: Oliver/Percy
Disclaimer: HP characters are not mine. The song Big Spender is not mine. The plot however is…and so is the club
Warning: Slash and drag
Dedication: To Princess, my fiancée, for giving me the idea...the courage…and modeling the wardrobe.
Author's note: I'm sorry but I can see Percy doing this. I love the boy with all my heart but I feel that he is the type of person who desperately needs to express himself and this may be the only way he can comfortably. Okay, here's the deal…the three rules of this fic…Rule number one: I can't kill anyone…so don't ask. Rule number two: I can't make anybody fall in love. Rule number three: I can't bring people back from the dead…it's not a pretty sight…I don't like doing that! Oh, and one last thing…IF wanted by enough people I will write what happens next.
Percy Weasley glanced around the cluttered dressing room. He stumbled past the costume racks and full-length mirror clumsily. //I'll have to clean this place up after the show.// The little cot in the corner was covered with frills and lace from little gowns that Percy believed showed only the best of Priscilla.
The white and black divider nearly fell onto the fragile boy as he attempted to step around it. //What a mess.// Percy carefully made his way over to the white vanity table with it's many bottles and jars. //I better start getting ready.// He sat down and organized the specific 'ingredients' needed to make Priscilla.
//Better get undressed first.// Percy stood up and walked behind the divider. Even though he was alone in the room he felt uncomfortable changing in the room unless he was behind something. Percy slipped off his jeans and let them drop to the floor. He'd pick them up when the show was over. Next was his sweater. The dark gray turtleneck slid off easily.
Percy shivered from the chill in the room. //Muggle clubs are always so drafty.// He thought as he slipped out of his navy blue silk boxers. He pulled a pair of red glittery underwear off of the divider. They were what Priscilla preferred. Red, shiny and string bikini. Percy pulled them on over soft, smooth ivory thighs and hips.
The young Weasley boy studies his legs. He faintly remembered Charlie once saying that if he tried, he could be sexy. //No, Percy Weasley cannot be sexy. Priscilla is sexy.// Percy sighed as he hooked the back of the matching bra. Muggles had finally figured out that baby oil gives the most accurate look to that area. Percy preferred to use baby oil. It was so much more natural looking than the things the others came up with.
There was a soft knock on the door. " Your on in thirty, Priscilla." A high-pitched voice called from behind the door. It was Percy's usual alert. Club Chameleon was the type of place that made sure everything and everyone was on time.
Percy pulled on a light red robe and seated himself again at the vanity table. He lifted the small bottle of foundation and opened it, shaking some of the thick peach colored contents into his hand. Percy spread it evenly on his face and neck. His hair was still wet from his shower so it stayed brushed back without the aid of a headband.
//Tonight's show is going to be one of Priscilla's best.// Percy lifted the blush brush and spread some across his cheek. //I have this odd feeling that something is going to happen tonight. I'm not sure if it is good or bad, but it's something.// The dark brown lip liner went on flawlessly. Percy selected a lighter brown lipstick for Priscilla and applied it slowly and carefully. Nothing was to look rushed tonight.
With his fake eyelashes, make-up and long red curly wig, Priscilla was almost ready. Percy pulled the long hair back into a French twist, letting a few selected curls escape. He stood and walked behind the divider again. Percy lifted his newest edition to the collection and removed the hanger. The black chemise was decorated with small glittery red hearts and it's thin straps and back were the only things untouched by the color. Percy pulled it on, happy with the way it clung to him only enough to hint at the false figure underneath.
Percy smoothed out the fabric as he emerged from behind the divider. //Now for the shoes. Where did I put those things?// Percy searched through the large shoe-rack on the wall and found Priscilla's red heels. He slipped them on and smiled. //I almost forgot.// Percy pulled off the heels quickly and lifted the chemise. He pulled the missing garter belt and thigh high black nylons off the table beside him, slipping them on. //That's better.// Percy adjusted the chemise again and replaced the shoes.
" Priscilla, it's show-time." The voice called behind the door. Percy Weasley glanced in the full-length mirror and smiled.
" Hello Priscilla." Percy blew a kiss to the image of himself in the glass and turned, heading out the door.
* * *
Priscilla confidently slinked out onto the foot high stage as the music started. He leaned against the sidewall, near the audience.
" The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a man of distinction
A real big Spender."
Priscilla slid partially down the wall, lifting the chemise over his hip. He was rewarded with whistles from the crowd. Priscilla stepped off the stage, as he did every night. He walked to the nearest table. He sat in the lap of one of the men, a common thing for Priscilla to do.
" Percy?" The man shouted in alarm. //How does he know my name?// Priscilla became nervous. " What the hell are you doing?" The man forced Priscilla to face him. //Oliver…what is he doing here?// Priscilla jumped up and ran back to his dressing room. He had been caught, that wasn't good.
" He recognized me! How? I'm not Percy! I'm Priscilla….I'm Priscilla." Priscilla sat at the vanity table, head down. //What am I going to do now? The reason I came to a muggle club was to avoid any of them seeing me. But now…now…Oliver saw…he saw me.//
" Percy? Can you please explain to me what's going on?" Oliver asked, placing a hand on Priscilla's shoulder. Priscilla jumped, quickly wiping the tears from his cheeks.
" My name is Priscilla." Priscilla hurriedly wiped away the eyeliner that had smudged under his eyes. Oliver knelt beside him.
" Fine then, Priscilla. Tell me what your doing here." Oliver placed a hand under Priscilla's chin and forced him to look at him.
Priscilla sighed and forced a smile. " I'm working." //Why doesn't he just leave?// Priscilla turned back to the mirror and applied more lipstick in order to keep his hands busy. Oliver gently pulled Priscilla's wig off. " What are you doing?"
" Percy, enough of this. There's no reason for you to be working here…like this." Oliver ran a hand through Percy's hair. " You are Percy Weasley. Not Priscilla…whatever…Understand?" Oliver smiled as Percy nodded faintly.
" Here, let's get this stuff off of you. You look ridiculous." Oliver laughed as he began to pull the thin chemise over Percy's head. Normally Percy would have been horrified at the act, but he just didn't have the strength to protest. " Uh…that has to go too." Oliver raised an eyebrow in confusion as he reached around Percy, unfastening the bra and pulling it off with one skilled movement.
Percy reached for his robe. He didn't like how vulnerable he felt. He wasn't sure if it was the lack of clothing, or the fact that Oliver was undressing him. " No. Nothing girly. Where are your regular clothes?" Oliver grabbed Percy's wrist and pulled the frightened boy's hand away from the feminine apparel.
" Over there." Percy mumbled as he motioned to the divider. Oliver smiled reassuringly. He let go of Percy's wrist and walked to the pile of clothing hidden behind the divider. Oliver took the items over to Percy and dropped them on the floor beside him.
" Those have to go too. Stand up." Oliver pulled Percy to his feet. Percy stood, reluctantly. He was too emotionally exhausted to resist. Oliver placed his hands on Percy's hips, taking the thin string sides of the underwear and tugging lightly. Percy jumped back, shocked.
" Oliver! What do you think your doing?" Percy shouted and backed up, bumping into the chair and sitting down once again. //What does he think he can get away with here? I would never…// Percy pulled on the robe he had been reaching for and held it closed.
" Percy, calm down. I'm just trying to get you into these." Oliver lifted Percy's jeans and sweater from the floor and placed them down again. " So come on, stand up and take off that robe."
Hesitantly, Percy rose and dropped the robe. " Fine." Percy turned his face away from the boy in front of him. Oliver smiled and proceeded to remove the underwear, kneeling to pull it off completely. Percy felt very uncomfortable having Oliver kneeling in front of him like that so he took a step back.
" There, that's better." Oliver lifted the boxers and held them out for Percy to step into. Percy stood still for a moment before stepping into them. Oliver slid the silky material up Percy's legs but hesitated at is thighs. Oliver glanced up at Percy, who was blushing furiously. " Don't worry about that. I'm used to it." Oliver winked at Percy.
THE END