Dress to Kill
Author : IPokari, * : pokkangel@yahoo.com
Rating : R (I'm not really sure about the rating stuff)
Summary : Harry Potter, hiding from his famousness turn into a cross-dresser?!
Pairings : Harry/Draco (my favourite), Ron/Hermione, Seamus/Neville
Disclaimer : Wish I've thought it first, but you know that JK Rowling, Warner Bross and some other people I don't even know. Some other thing you never heard before might be mine though.
Warnings : slash, male pregnancy and find out the rest.
Beta by Cindelius. (Thank you very much J )
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First Dress Here We Met Again
Four years had passed since Voldemort had finally been banished and the Wizarding world had once again been saved by Harry Potter. Known as the world's saviour, Harry Potter was now more famous than ever, but no one had ever seen him seen his defeat of Voldemort.
Draco Malfoy, dressed in a black, muggle casual suit, looked somehow less snobbish, but still held an air of arrogant in his 23rd year of life. He had a nice tan from all the sun bathing at his private beach, which only made him look more mature and handsome. His grey eyes darkened as he thought about the disappearance of his archrival. And that was when he bumped into someone.
All Draco could see wasa two delicate hands and a pair of long, pale legs in black high heels. He even noticed how nice and sexy the legs were.
"I'm so sorry, I was in a hurry and…"
"My mistake," Draco cut the woman and helped her get onto her feet again. Now he could see the legs more clearly. She was wearing sexy, black high heels, a tight, black little skirt, and a short, black jacket. Hmm… he also noted the fact that she had a flat stomach and a bellybutton ring. His gaze moved upward and saw black, wavy hair past shoulders, and red, rosy lips. And then he met a pair of huge, green eyes and… wait a minute. Green eyes?
"POTTER," Draco was shocked, but fast enough to grab the woman's wrist before she got the chance to run.
"I don't know what you mean. I'm sorry but I have to…"
"Cut it out, Potter. I know it's you… A lot of changes." Scanning up and down once again, Draco smirked, "And nice ones, actually. Where the hell have you been all this time?"
"My, my, Malfoy, I didn't know you would miss me!" Harry smiled slyly. Harry didn't even flinch that Draco, at his height of sis feet and two inches, towered over his petite 5ft 9inch now delicate lithe body.
"Oops, you didn't change that much," Draco still had that mocking smile on his lips, as if he didn't hear Harry answer. He continued, "You're still a squirt, your shoes must be three inches high and you still don't even reach my eye."
Draco took a better look at his supposed to be archrival. Harry had a feminine face. Draco had known all this time that the Gryffindor was a pansy boy, but he never really grasped it. He noticed now how beautiful his rival was with soft, perfect make-up.
"You can let my hand go now, Malfoy," Harry's face was red now, and he realised how short he must looked.
"That's okay, I'd like to hold it a little longer," Draco nearly smiled at the look on Harry face's, "Tell me something, Potter, are those real?" his eye's moved to the previously flat chest.
"They are, and my name is Jamie Evans. Now let me go, I have places to go and things to do," Jamie (too pretty to be called Harry now) squirmed to get free, but Draco's grip was too strong. She ended up getting bruises on her pale arm.
"It's very interesting to meet you Potter, come on, let's go to a coffee shop or something. I'm sure we can talk, now that we're friends," Draco continued to walk with Jamie, despite her protests, and half-pulled her towards a small café.
"I'm not your friend, and I have to meet a client, Malfoy." Jamie's voice was panicked now.
"Dressed like that?" Jamie could hear the scepticism in his voice.
"It's none of your business," she managed to spit it out, blushing, when she was pulled into a small, elegant café, and forced to sit in a booth. She demanded, "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in your manor or… or Diagon Alley or even the ministry! But not here, in Paris."
"I'm not working for the ministry and I'm on holiday now. I'm looking forward to opening a five star hotel here."
"Really, I thought since you hate muggles, you wouldn't mingle with them," Jamie hissed so that the other people wouldn't hear her.
"Well, let's just say that I am a good business man."
A waitress came to their table ready to take the order, and Jamie thought that it was the right time to escape. "Excuse me, where is the ladies' room?"
"Just go to the left in that corner, mademoiselle."
"Thank you, excuse me, Malfoy." She smiled sweetly at him, reached the aforementioned corner, and found what she had been looking for. The back exit. She opened the door and… .
"Leaving already, Potter? We haven't had our coffee yet."
Jamie blushed because Draco had caught her red-handed. "I'm not a coffee person, and I told you I have a client to meet."
"Really? Well, since I have some spare time, I'll escort you." He said smoothly, smiling almost sincerely.
"It's a business meeting, and I intend to go by myself. Just leave me alone and annoy someone else."
"Oh, come on, Potter. You're not afraid of me, aren't you? Beside, I don't bite," Persuasive talk is his domain, "Yet."
"Hmm."
"I'll be good, if you'll have dinner with me."
"You can be good?" Jamie found this astonishing.
"Yes, come on. I'll take you to wherever you want to go now."
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They took a taxi to get to a five star hotel and then went to the elegant lounge.
"You are meeting a business client here, Potter?" Draco sounded his disbelief, "Just what kind of business do you do?"
"Shut up, Malfoy, and be good," Jamie took his hand and walked toward a certain carefully dressed up man. He was wearing expensive designer clothes.
"Peter, sorry to keep you waiting," Jamie offered her right hand for a handshake and her other hand didn't let Draco's go.
"Jamie, you know I will always wait for you," The other man, Peter Donovan, ignored the offered hand and just embraced her tightly.
Squirming to get free from his embrace, Jamie smiled business-like to Peter Donovan. Peter didn't really want to let her go and it was written all over his face. Peter was absolutely oblivious of the look of outrage emanating from Draco since he had his eyes all over Jamie. His eyes stopped for a while in particular places.
"Peter, I hope you don't mind that I came with a friend today." Peter finally noticed Draco, who clutched Jamie's hand.
Draco took the chance to put his hand at her waist and drew her closely to his body. "Sweetheart, you should introduce up properly."
"Peter, meet Draco Malfoy. Draco, meet Peter Donovan." She watched them shaking hands and exchanging glares.
"Please, sit down," Peter smiled at Jamie, completely ignoring Draco, "There isn't any problem with the contract, right?"
"Well, actually, Peter, I came to say that I'm sorry I can't be your model anymore. I'm leaving to England."
"Oh, come on, Jamie. It only took three weeks."
"I've made up my mind, Peter. It was nice working with you, but I've got other matters on my hands."
"It's a pity, Jamie, you are a wonderful model. I really hope we can work together again," his eyes really showed his regret.
"She's wonderful, isn't she?" Draco leaned to kiss Jamie, "My woman," he said with mocking smile. Jamie glared at him, challenged him to kiss her again.
"Well, Peter. I just hope that you can find someone else. Thank you for what you've done for me. I guess that's all. I wouldn't want to waste your time." This second time around, Peter took Jamie's hand. Holding it a little longer than he needed to.
"I really wish we could work together, Jamie."
Jamie smiled, kissed his cheek and took Draco to leave.
***
"Just what the hell was that, Malfoy?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said you'll be good, but you… you kissed me and called me sweetheart. That was not behaving."
"Hey, you should have thanked me. What would have happened if you were alone?"
"I can take care of myself, Malfoy. I've been doing just fine these past four years, thank you very much."
"Fine, and you still owe me dinner. Tonight. Come on, I'll take you back."
They took a taxi back to Jamie's apartment.
* * *
At the apartment building entrance.
"Would you like to come in, Malfoy?" Jamie asked.
"What are you offering?" He asked, eyes glinting.
"Just a friendly chat and a cup of coffee."
"I thought you're not a coffee person." He expected her to object, but it never came, so he continued, "No, thank you, I guess I'll just see you tonight."
"Sure." Jamie turned and started to walk. She could feel his eyes boring into her back, watching her every move. Smiling knowingly, she swayed her hips seductively. It didn't take long before she heard, "As a second thought, Potter, I might as well walk you to your apartment."
Soon they arrived at her apartment. It was a small space with one bedroom, one bathroom, a small kitchen, and a dinky living room. Draco observed this all with a lack of interest and decided his time was better spent pinning Jamie to the nearest wall.
"What the hell?"
"Tsk, tsk. Language, Potter." A pause. "I supposed your sidekicks know you live here?"
"For a millionth times today, it's Jamie Evans… not Potter. Just called me Evans, damn it." And than Draco kissed. It was just an innocent kiss, lips upon chaste lips.
"See you at seven thirty, Potter, don't make me wait." Draco turned to leave, but had a second thought, "I'm just curious, Potter."
Draco pinned her to the door and took hold of her wrists in one strong grip while his other hand slowly slipped to under her skirt to touch the slippery woman's knickers. Silk. "I thought so," Draco smiled knowingly. He added, "Must be black."
He disapparated, leaving behind a very shocked Jamie Evans.
A shout of pure outrage resounded in her wake, "MALFOOOOOOOY."
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15 January 2003, 12.00 am