Preparing
Rating: PG-13, probably, I dunno I'm English! We have different ratings!
Disclaimer: If you don't know I'm not telling you! Oh alright, they're not mine, they're J.K.Rowling's!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed!! Sorry it took my a while to get this up, it wasn't really worth waiting for either!!
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Harry stood outside Gringotts, waiting for Draco, for the second time in two days. He had his wand tucked into the inside of his robe, which he was wearing over a new set of girl's clothes. As he fiddled with the bracelets that Ginny had forced around his wrist, he felt a pair of eyes on him. A pair of stormy grey eyes, to be exact. He turned around to see Draco Malfoy grinning at him.
"I wondered how long it would be before you noticed I was here," he commented, walking up to Harry.
"And?" asked Harry, raising one eyebrow. Draco checked his watch.
"About three seconds," he said, adding, "Very impressive."
"Shall we go?" suggested Harry.
"Brilliant idea," responded Draco, offering his arm to Harry. Harry took it, relieved there weren't any Weasleys around to see. Harry had forbidden them from coming, as none of them had ever been to the theatre before and wouldn't have a clue how to behave. He had, however, agreed to fill them in about every little thing that happened during the evening.
They walked into the Leaky Cauldron, drawing a bit of attention to themselves as they did so. Harry wondered why, until he overheard a witch say to her friend,
"That girl looks just like Harry Potter, only female!" He pushed Draco along a bit to hurry past them, asking loudly as he did so,
"Where are we going?" Draco looked at him with surprise.
"Malfoy Manor of course!" he replied.
"Are we going by muggle public transport?" he asked, indicating the door leading to the muggle street.
"Of course not!" scoffed Draco. "We're going by floo!" As Harry murmured his understanding, Draco led him over to a fireplace. Taking some floo powder out of his pocket, he handed it to Harry, saying,
"Copy me!" Throwing the floo into the fireplace, he shouted,
"Draco Malfoy's living room!" stepping into the fire as he did so. With a nervous glance around him, Harry did the same thing, and, after a whirlwind ride through the land of fireplaces, stumbled out into Draco Malfoy's arms. Blushing, he stood up, finding himself face to face and inches away from his enemy, and, apparently, his alter ego's boyfriend.
"Thanks," he stuttered, before pulling away and looking around the room. It was very big and expensive looking. There were two sofas and an armchair facing the large, white marble fireplace, with massive bookcases all around the walls. He must read a lot, thought Harry. Tucked away in the corner was a door, which Draco proceeded to tug Harry towards.
"Don't you worry that your father might come in?" asked Harry, finding himself pulled along.
"Oh no," replied Draco assuredly. "He never comes in here. This is my wing of the house," he added, as though having one's own private wing was a normal occurrence. "Only me and the house elves come in here. I only go into the rest of the house for Sunday dinner." Harry, having grown up in a cupboard, found this a hard concept to grasp. He now found himself in quite a homey looking kitchen, with a small table, a fridge, lots of shelves and all the other things you might expect to find in a normal muggle kitchen. He shook himself, trying to get a grip on reality.
"Drink?" asked Draco, taking two glasses out of a cupboard.
"Thanks," said Harry, staring at all the muggle appliances around the kitchen. "Draco," he started, then stopped, unsure of how to politely phrase his next question. "Don't you find this all a bit.. well, muggle?"
"Not really," replied Draco, turning with a grin on his face. "I like a bit of variety! What do you want to drink?"
"Oh, the same as you, please." Draco nodded wordlessly as he took two orange Bacardi Breezers off a shelf, spinning them like a girl from Coyote Ugly as he did so. Unfortunately, one dropped on the floor and smashed.
"Oops," he said with a sheepish grin. Harry found himself giggling. When Draco had cleaned up the dropped drink and they were both standing with glasses in their hands, Draco suggested they went to choose outfits for the theatre. Harry readily agreed, and they went through to Draco's bedroom. This time, Harry couldn't stop his mouth from falling open. Draco's bedroom was amazing. He had a white carpet so thick Harry could hardly see his feet, despite the three-foot heels he was wearing. The king size, four- poster bed was mahogany, from the look of it, with black covers and black material draped all over it. One whole enormous wall was covered by wardrobes, a few with mirrors on the doors, confirming Harry's theories that Draco Malfoy was in fact the most vain person in the entire world. Another wall was covered by bookcases. The most amazing thing, however, was the wall completely made of glass, with French windows looking out onto a balcony, which, from what Harry could see, overlooked a swimming pool. He guessed it was Draco's private one. The room also contained numerous belongings, including the latest technological inventions that all muggle boys wanted, and, Harry noted with amusement, Draco's telephone.
"You like it?" asked Draco with a wry grin, seeing the expression of wonder on Harry's face.
"It's… amazing!" said Harry, struggling for words. Downing the rest of his drink, Draco walked over to the wardrobe. Copying him, Harry followed as Draco opened the doors.
"So, Jamie, you're the expert. What do we have to wear tonight?" asked Draco, gesturing to all the clothes.
"Well," said Harry, "something…" he struggled to find the word for the costumes worn to the Rocky Horror Show, "something exotic, sexy, revealing and not necessarily made for your sex. Oh, and don't forget the make-up." Giggling to himself, he looked at Draco's face. His eyebrows were floating somewhere near the ceiling, while his chin was somewhere near the floor.
"You want me," gasped Draco, "To wear something exotic, sexy and revealing, made for girls?!" Harry nodded. "Tell me, Jamie. What is this show?" Harry laughed loudly.
"Oh don't worry, Draco, it's harmless! It's fun! I'll dress up too, everybody does!" Draco still looked sceptical. "Come on, let's choose some costumes!"
Half an hour later, the two boys/girls were dressed to kill and ready to go. Harry, having finally persuaded him to dress up, had done Draco as close to Frank as he could get him, dressing him in red fishnet tights, red stilettos and a red miniskirt, adding a tight, black, low cut t-shirt. He had given him mascara, eye shadow, clip-on earrings, a necklace and a couple of bracelets. The final touch was bright red lipstick. Harry was wearing a very, VERY tight black leather cat suit with a zip all the way down the front which showed off his curves wonderfully, with knee high black stiletto boots, a red feather boa and about the same amount of make up as Draco. Harry had magically lengthened Draco's hair and put it into two plaits, and had left his hanging down his back. They were planning to take floo to the Leaky Cauldron and get a taxi from there to the theatre. Everything was going smoothly. The only thing that was worrying Harry was the fact that he was having trouble keeping his hands off Draco Malfoy.
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Well, there we are. Sorry it was so bad. I'll try to make the next chapter better, promise! Please review. Go on, go on, go on, go on… etc (most english ppl with a tv should understand!)
Rating: PG-13, probably, I dunno I'm English! We have different ratings!
Disclaimer: If you don't know I'm not telling you! Oh alright, they're not mine, they're J.K.Rowling's!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed!! Sorry it took my a while to get this up, it wasn't really worth waiting for either!!
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Harry stood outside Gringotts, waiting for Draco, for the second time in two days. He had his wand tucked into the inside of his robe, which he was wearing over a new set of girl's clothes. As he fiddled with the bracelets that Ginny had forced around his wrist, he felt a pair of eyes on him. A pair of stormy grey eyes, to be exact. He turned around to see Draco Malfoy grinning at him.
"I wondered how long it would be before you noticed I was here," he commented, walking up to Harry.
"And?" asked Harry, raising one eyebrow. Draco checked his watch.
"About three seconds," he said, adding, "Very impressive."
"Shall we go?" suggested Harry.
"Brilliant idea," responded Draco, offering his arm to Harry. Harry took it, relieved there weren't any Weasleys around to see. Harry had forbidden them from coming, as none of them had ever been to the theatre before and wouldn't have a clue how to behave. He had, however, agreed to fill them in about every little thing that happened during the evening.
They walked into the Leaky Cauldron, drawing a bit of attention to themselves as they did so. Harry wondered why, until he overheard a witch say to her friend,
"That girl looks just like Harry Potter, only female!" He pushed Draco along a bit to hurry past them, asking loudly as he did so,
"Where are we going?" Draco looked at him with surprise.
"Malfoy Manor of course!" he replied.
"Are we going by muggle public transport?" he asked, indicating the door leading to the muggle street.
"Of course not!" scoffed Draco. "We're going by floo!" As Harry murmured his understanding, Draco led him over to a fireplace. Taking some floo powder out of his pocket, he handed it to Harry, saying,
"Copy me!" Throwing the floo into the fireplace, he shouted,
"Draco Malfoy's living room!" stepping into the fire as he did so. With a nervous glance around him, Harry did the same thing, and, after a whirlwind ride through the land of fireplaces, stumbled out into Draco Malfoy's arms. Blushing, he stood up, finding himself face to face and inches away from his enemy, and, apparently, his alter ego's boyfriend.
"Thanks," he stuttered, before pulling away and looking around the room. It was very big and expensive looking. There were two sofas and an armchair facing the large, white marble fireplace, with massive bookcases all around the walls. He must read a lot, thought Harry. Tucked away in the corner was a door, which Draco proceeded to tug Harry towards.
"Don't you worry that your father might come in?" asked Harry, finding himself pulled along.
"Oh no," replied Draco assuredly. "He never comes in here. This is my wing of the house," he added, as though having one's own private wing was a normal occurrence. "Only me and the house elves come in here. I only go into the rest of the house for Sunday dinner." Harry, having grown up in a cupboard, found this a hard concept to grasp. He now found himself in quite a homey looking kitchen, with a small table, a fridge, lots of shelves and all the other things you might expect to find in a normal muggle kitchen. He shook himself, trying to get a grip on reality.
"Drink?" asked Draco, taking two glasses out of a cupboard.
"Thanks," said Harry, staring at all the muggle appliances around the kitchen. "Draco," he started, then stopped, unsure of how to politely phrase his next question. "Don't you find this all a bit.. well, muggle?"
"Not really," replied Draco, turning with a grin on his face. "I like a bit of variety! What do you want to drink?"
"Oh, the same as you, please." Draco nodded wordlessly as he took two orange Bacardi Breezers off a shelf, spinning them like a girl from Coyote Ugly as he did so. Unfortunately, one dropped on the floor and smashed.
"Oops," he said with a sheepish grin. Harry found himself giggling. When Draco had cleaned up the dropped drink and they were both standing with glasses in their hands, Draco suggested they went to choose outfits for the theatre. Harry readily agreed, and they went through to Draco's bedroom. This time, Harry couldn't stop his mouth from falling open. Draco's bedroom was amazing. He had a white carpet so thick Harry could hardly see his feet, despite the three-foot heels he was wearing. The king size, four- poster bed was mahogany, from the look of it, with black covers and black material draped all over it. One whole enormous wall was covered by wardrobes, a few with mirrors on the doors, confirming Harry's theories that Draco Malfoy was in fact the most vain person in the entire world. Another wall was covered by bookcases. The most amazing thing, however, was the wall completely made of glass, with French windows looking out onto a balcony, which, from what Harry could see, overlooked a swimming pool. He guessed it was Draco's private one. The room also contained numerous belongings, including the latest technological inventions that all muggle boys wanted, and, Harry noted with amusement, Draco's telephone.
"You like it?" asked Draco with a wry grin, seeing the expression of wonder on Harry's face.
"It's… amazing!" said Harry, struggling for words. Downing the rest of his drink, Draco walked over to the wardrobe. Copying him, Harry followed as Draco opened the doors.
"So, Jamie, you're the expert. What do we have to wear tonight?" asked Draco, gesturing to all the clothes.
"Well," said Harry, "something…" he struggled to find the word for the costumes worn to the Rocky Horror Show, "something exotic, sexy, revealing and not necessarily made for your sex. Oh, and don't forget the make-up." Giggling to himself, he looked at Draco's face. His eyebrows were floating somewhere near the ceiling, while his chin was somewhere near the floor.
"You want me," gasped Draco, "To wear something exotic, sexy and revealing, made for girls?!" Harry nodded. "Tell me, Jamie. What is this show?" Harry laughed loudly.
"Oh don't worry, Draco, it's harmless! It's fun! I'll dress up too, everybody does!" Draco still looked sceptical. "Come on, let's choose some costumes!"
Half an hour later, the two boys/girls were dressed to kill and ready to go. Harry, having finally persuaded him to dress up, had done Draco as close to Frank as he could get him, dressing him in red fishnet tights, red stilettos and a red miniskirt, adding a tight, black, low cut t-shirt. He had given him mascara, eye shadow, clip-on earrings, a necklace and a couple of bracelets. The final touch was bright red lipstick. Harry was wearing a very, VERY tight black leather cat suit with a zip all the way down the front which showed off his curves wonderfully, with knee high black stiletto boots, a red feather boa and about the same amount of make up as Draco. Harry had magically lengthened Draco's hair and put it into two plaits, and had left his hanging down his back. They were planning to take floo to the Leaky Cauldron and get a taxi from there to the theatre. Everything was going smoothly. The only thing that was worrying Harry was the fact that he was having trouble keeping his hands off Draco Malfoy.
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Well, there we are. Sorry it was so bad. I'll try to make the next chapter better, promise! Please review. Go on, go on, go on, go on… etc (most english ppl with a tv should understand!)