A/N: This is a fanfic about when some of the Harry Potter characters have dreams. Musical dreams. Fun, eh? Disclaimer: I own nothing.-tear-

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Harry Potter was a normal Wizard boy, in a normal Wizard school, in a normal country with a not so normal secret. See Harry was a cross dresser, who usually called himself Harriet. He liked to sing- a lot. So he sang every Saturday night at a lounge called Le Hogwarts Cafe.
He sat down on a stool on the stage, and picked up his microphone, and sang softly into it "How d'you do, I see you've met my faithful handyman..." Then, he burst into song. "He's just a little brought down because when you knocked, he thought you were the candy man!" He got up, and began to lift up his skirt a bit. "Don't get strung out by the way that I look, don't judge a book by its cover!"He got up, and sat on one of the guys' lap. "I'm not much of a man by the light of day, but by night I'm one hell of a lover!" He got up, and stood on a table. "I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania, so let me show you around, maybe play you a sound!" He began to strip off his gloves, just like Christina Agulera did in the video for Moulin Rouge.
He sat on a girl's lap, and looked to her boyfriend. "You look like you're both pretty groovy or if you want something visual that's not too abysmal, we could take in an old Steve Reeves movie. So you got caught with a flat, well, how about that? Well babies, don't you panic. By the light of the night when it all seems alright I'll get you a satanic mechanic!" He got off of the girl's lap, and jumped on a table again, and began to do stripper moves around the pole. "I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania. So why don't you stay for the night? Or maybe a bite?"
Draco walked on stage, as Harry sang "I could show you my favourite obsession. I've been making a man with blond hair and a tan, and he's good for relieving my tension." He gave Draco a kiss, equaling the Britney/ Maddonna thing.

Harry jumped off the stage, and went on his knees, and crawled over to an old woman. "I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania. So come up to the lab. And see what's on the slab. I see you shiver with antici... pation! But maybe the rain isn't really to blame,"he got up, and jumped on stage again, and swung around the pole a few times "So I'll remove the cause, but not the symptom."
Harry got up with a bow, to thunderous applause. "Thank you, I'll be here all week!" He grinned, blew some kisses, and walked off stage. Once back in his "normal" clothes, Harry walked out, to bump into a certain Draco, who was still in drag. Draco squealed, and fell over, his skirt riding up a bit. "Oooh..." Harry blinked. Draco in a dress was sexy, Harry just realized.
Then, all of a sudden, Draco's dress was replaced by scales and fur. Harry screamed, and tried to get away, but Draco caught him, and was right about to eat him when- RRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNG.
Harry bolted up in bed, a cold sweat on his head. "It's not real... Draco's not in a dress... I didn't sing Sweet Transvestite..." He looked down, and saw Draco sleeping by his legs, and he screamed. "OH GODS NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!"
And then he woke up for real, he looked down. No Draco. "Phew, that was scary..."