Title: And They Danced
Summary: The Muggle Culture Club is holding a dance.
Notes: This is a thinly veiled excuse for a karaoke machine and Draco in a dress.
Feedback: Yes please. If I don't know what was bad, it ain't ever gonna get better.
~And They Danced~
Ron surveyed his classmates as they danced or talked or did other things at the first dance held by the Muggle Culture Club, or MCC for short. Nearly every student and teacher was there; the dance was a good activity to take people's minds off the darkening world around them. Ron almost hadn't gone. What was the point of going if he wouldn't be able to be with Draco? The couple's relationship was still secret even if Harry and Hermione knew about it, and they planned to keep it that way. For the time being at least.
Hermione, however, was the club's secretary and had insisted that he go. How would it look, she had argued, if even friends of the group members didn't support it? So he had come, wearing some of Dean's clothes since he didn't have any good Muggle clothes of his own. The blue jeans and green sweatshirt weren't the most comfortable things he had ever worn, but it was better than nothing.
The party was progressing much better than anyone had expected. Ron believed it to be because someone had put a spirits charm on the punch, which acted much like alcohol did only without the hangover. The culprits were unknown, but Ron had a good idea who they were. After all, the pair played almost all of the pranks that happened at Hogwarts nowadays. No teacher bothered to remove the charm since they all enjoyed its affects as well as the students.
The karaoke machine had been a huge success. Ron didn't know how anyone had got it working since electronics couldn't function inside the castle, but someone had. The most entertaining song Ron had seen so far this evening was Hermione and Ginny's stunning rendition of "Day-O: The Banana Boat Song."
At first, Hermione had resisted. She claimed that she couldn't sing and that any attempt would cause any glass within hearing distance to shatter. Ginny eventually cajoled her into getting up in front of the machine. Watching Ginny belt out the lyrics so enthusiastically, Hermione was unable to resist and joined the Weasley girl. Afterwards, both were flushed and giggling maniacally.
Now it was time for the costume contest to begin. The idea was that everyone was supposed to dress in his or her wildest Muggle clothes and the winner would get a coupon good for any store on Diagon Alley. The first ones up on stage were Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, their friend. The trio was wearing wigs and miniskirts and, for some reason Ron couldn't fathom, was insisting on being called Posh, Scary, and Baby. A few people giggled at this, but most, like Ron, didn't understand the joke.
After them, several other people were paraded. Most merely wore jeans and a T-shirt, but a few of the more adventuresome had tried to dress up as someone. There were people dressed as kings and queens. Some had dressed up like pilots and doctors and whatnot, having borrowed their parents' clothes. There was even someone in a costume of a yellow rat-thing.
But it was the last contestant that knocked Ron's socks off. At first, Ron figured that she must be one of the Hufflepuffs. That was the house he knew the least, after all. But thinking, Ron realized that he had never seen her in the school. She reminded him a bit of Fleur Delacour, the veela girl who had competed in the Triwizard Tournament with Harry last year. Ron felt drawn towards her.
She wore a short black number that accentuated her small, but well-formed, breasts. She had narrow hips which showed off a slim waist. Her legs seemed to go on forever and when they finally did end, her feet were encased in black stiletto heels. Her blonde hair fell into her pale face, obscuring most of it from view.
Apparently, no one else could recognize her either. A couple whispers Ron heard claimed that she was from Slytherin, but no one could place a name to the face. The announcer for the show merely called her up as "Anonymous." She finally lifted her head up and shook her hair away, giving the audience a fleeting glance at her facial features, before she stepped off the stage.
That one glimpse had sent Ron's mind reeling. It wasn't some strange veela girl up there, but Draco Malfoy himself! He was wearing makeup, which made the boy's already soft features look very feminine. The only coherent thought that Ron could come up with was that his boyfriend looked damn sexy in drag. However, he seemed to be the only one who'd figured out precisely who had been up on stage. Everyone around him was still gossiping as to who the mystery person was. Some were on the right track, claiming that the girl was actually a guy, but none had the slightest clue to guessing the right identity. Perhaps because this was exactly the sort of thing one would expect a Malfoy not to do.
Ron followed Draco into a hallway away from the noisy dance. Once they were far enough away to hear each other over the music, Ron prepared to let his tongue fly. What exactly was Draco trying to do? Make a fool of himself?
Before he could open his mouth to make a sound, Draco sidled up to him and pressed their bodies together. The feeling of two soft, round somethings pressing into his chest was new to Ron, and all he managed to do was gasp at the sensation. Draco, for his part, started to purr into his ear.
"One dance. Please?" Draco brought his arms up to encircle Ron's neck.
Ron blushed as he answered. "We can't. We might get caught. And then what would happen?"
Despite his protest, Ron snaked his arms around the now same-heighted boy's waist. Draco looked at Ron while starting to sway in time with the distant music.
"You heard everyone out there. For tonight, I'm a girl. No one will care what we do." Draco smiled up at Ron shyly, his pale eyes still mostly hidden by his blond hair.
Ron smiled back. "For tonight," he promised. And they danced till the night was over.
Summary: The Muggle Culture Club is holding a dance.
Notes: This is a thinly veiled excuse for a karaoke machine and Draco in a dress.
Feedback: Yes please. If I don't know what was bad, it ain't ever gonna get better.
~And They Danced~
Ron surveyed his classmates as they danced or talked or did other things at the first dance held by the Muggle Culture Club, or MCC for short. Nearly every student and teacher was there; the dance was a good activity to take people's minds off the darkening world around them. Ron almost hadn't gone. What was the point of going if he wouldn't be able to be with Draco? The couple's relationship was still secret even if Harry and Hermione knew about it, and they planned to keep it that way. For the time being at least.
Hermione, however, was the club's secretary and had insisted that he go. How would it look, she had argued, if even friends of the group members didn't support it? So he had come, wearing some of Dean's clothes since he didn't have any good Muggle clothes of his own. The blue jeans and green sweatshirt weren't the most comfortable things he had ever worn, but it was better than nothing.
The party was progressing much better than anyone had expected. Ron believed it to be because someone had put a spirits charm on the punch, which acted much like alcohol did only without the hangover. The culprits were unknown, but Ron had a good idea who they were. After all, the pair played almost all of the pranks that happened at Hogwarts nowadays. No teacher bothered to remove the charm since they all enjoyed its affects as well as the students.
The karaoke machine had been a huge success. Ron didn't know how anyone had got it working since electronics couldn't function inside the castle, but someone had. The most entertaining song Ron had seen so far this evening was Hermione and Ginny's stunning rendition of "Day-O: The Banana Boat Song."
At first, Hermione had resisted. She claimed that she couldn't sing and that any attempt would cause any glass within hearing distance to shatter. Ginny eventually cajoled her into getting up in front of the machine. Watching Ginny belt out the lyrics so enthusiastically, Hermione was unable to resist and joined the Weasley girl. Afterwards, both were flushed and giggling maniacally.
Now it was time for the costume contest to begin. The idea was that everyone was supposed to dress in his or her wildest Muggle clothes and the winner would get a coupon good for any store on Diagon Alley. The first ones up on stage were Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, their friend. The trio was wearing wigs and miniskirts and, for some reason Ron couldn't fathom, was insisting on being called Posh, Scary, and Baby. A few people giggled at this, but most, like Ron, didn't understand the joke.
After them, several other people were paraded. Most merely wore jeans and a T-shirt, but a few of the more adventuresome had tried to dress up as someone. There were people dressed as kings and queens. Some had dressed up like pilots and doctors and whatnot, having borrowed their parents' clothes. There was even someone in a costume of a yellow rat-thing.
But it was the last contestant that knocked Ron's socks off. At first, Ron figured that she must be one of the Hufflepuffs. That was the house he knew the least, after all. But thinking, Ron realized that he had never seen her in the school. She reminded him a bit of Fleur Delacour, the veela girl who had competed in the Triwizard Tournament with Harry last year. Ron felt drawn towards her.
She wore a short black number that accentuated her small, but well-formed, breasts. She had narrow hips which showed off a slim waist. Her legs seemed to go on forever and when they finally did end, her feet were encased in black stiletto heels. Her blonde hair fell into her pale face, obscuring most of it from view.
Apparently, no one else could recognize her either. A couple whispers Ron heard claimed that she was from Slytherin, but no one could place a name to the face. The announcer for the show merely called her up as "Anonymous." She finally lifted her head up and shook her hair away, giving the audience a fleeting glance at her facial features, before she stepped off the stage.
That one glimpse had sent Ron's mind reeling. It wasn't some strange veela girl up there, but Draco Malfoy himself! He was wearing makeup, which made the boy's already soft features look very feminine. The only coherent thought that Ron could come up with was that his boyfriend looked damn sexy in drag. However, he seemed to be the only one who'd figured out precisely who had been up on stage. Everyone around him was still gossiping as to who the mystery person was. Some were on the right track, claiming that the girl was actually a guy, but none had the slightest clue to guessing the right identity. Perhaps because this was exactly the sort of thing one would expect a Malfoy not to do.
Ron followed Draco into a hallway away from the noisy dance. Once they were far enough away to hear each other over the music, Ron prepared to let his tongue fly. What exactly was Draco trying to do? Make a fool of himself?
Before he could open his mouth to make a sound, Draco sidled up to him and pressed their bodies together. The feeling of two soft, round somethings pressing into his chest was new to Ron, and all he managed to do was gasp at the sensation. Draco, for his part, started to purr into his ear.
"One dance. Please?" Draco brought his arms up to encircle Ron's neck.
Ron blushed as he answered. "We can't. We might get caught. And then what would happen?"
Despite his protest, Ron snaked his arms around the now same-heighted boy's waist. Draco looked at Ron while starting to sway in time with the distant music.
"You heard everyone out there. For tonight, I'm a girl. No one will care what we do." Draco smiled up at Ron shyly, his pale eyes still mostly hidden by his blond hair.
Ron smiled back. "For tonight," he promised. And they danced till the night was over.