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.
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Second Dress Like What You See?
Exactly at seven thirty Draco Malfoy arrived at Jamie's apartment. He was wearing black trousers, dark blue shirt minus the tie. All about him screaming how rich he was. Rich and powerful. He knocked three times, and a very irate beautiful young woman opened the door.
She was wearing a black jersey strap, no bra, Draco decided, and very low and tight sexy black pants. There should be a law that forbid human, well not any human but Harry Potter, or now Jamie Evans, wearing that kind of pants. Its sides were seamless, only using laces from the waistband, and the knot wasn't done properly giving him the view of the sexy calves and black simple high heels. Draco's eyes travelled back to her face and found her wearing soft makeup making her look much innocent. And the hair, it was still black but longer and straighter. It reached her mid back.
"What have you done to your hair?"
"Well, you are looking at a Charm Master. It helps to do your make up."
"Really," Draco only raised one of his eyebrow, not sure as if to agree or not, "Ready to go?"
Jamie disappeared back to her apartment and came back with a long transparent black scarf.
"Show the way, Malfoy."
"Ladies first," Draco let her passed. Walking behind her, he got a very good view of firm arse clad by the black pants like a second skin.
Walking slowly, Jamie turned around and gave him her best glares but softly speaking, "Like what you see, Malfoy?"
"Hardly not, I thought you already know that my name is Draco. And what is it with black stuff. People might think you're a widow or the next Dark Lord… er Lady."
"I love black, it's a neutral colour and good on me. And I don't know any widow wearing such clothes."
***
Soon enough they reached the building entrance and Draco led Jamie to his awaiting black Jaguar.
"Very impressive, Malfoy."
"Draco, and I'm just trying my best."
They were heading to an expensive bistro that serves English cuisine. It was a very peaceful journey, first of the many times that sure would happen.
"Tell me, Potter, what happen with all this changes?"
"Oh Malfoy, how touching. I don't even know why you care."
"Just curious I guess. I like to kill times with a friendly chat. So, what did you do, not those terrible muggle stuff called surgery, I hope?"
"Hmm, you the Potion Master, Malfoy. Sure you know it."
"I thought that Madonna Potion only give you breasts, cut your cock and give you eggs."
"Language, Malfoy." Harry couldn't help blushing now. "I only took first step from the potion." When they arrived, Jamie saw a lovely small bistro house, but knew it was one of the most expensive places a Malfoy would go to. Never know a Malfoy got a taste.
Draco opened the door and helped her on her feet, "I see, so now you are a man with breasts or a woman with…" Jamie cupped his mouth before Draco finished. "Be good, Malfoy. You don't need to shout it to the world just like I don't need all the muggles knew that I were…" Jamie couldn't finish her sentence since Draco broke her concentration by licking her palm. She was not quick enough to put down her hand.
"Let's just get in, Harry."
"Called me Jamie," She noticed that the maître d' dressed in impressive black suit was waiting them to came in and claimed their table. He showed them their table, a table for two in the corner with the best view of the tropical garden, and gave the menu list. Pouring the chosen wine and waiting patiently while they were making their choices.
***
They were having the first actual conversation for the first time since they met each other. It was fun, and Draco actually could be good.
"So, how come you be a model?"
"Well, actually I came here to study about fashion and make up. I like to be a beautician and design my own cloth," she just smiled at Draco's teasing eyes, "But then I met Peter and he's interested in my body, and it's not what you're thinking, Malfoy."
"And what have I been thinking," Draco raised his eyebrows, tried to look innocent.
"He just wanted me to be his model. He's a good designer, actually." Jamie kept talking as if Draco hadn't said anything, "I wonder what would happen to him if he found out that I'm not even a woman," smiling Jamie add, "Not yet anyway."
"Is that what the potion do?" Draco sipped his wine, surprised himself when he realized he really want to know the answer.
"What?"
"Your body, your hips, your face."
Jamie giggling softly, "Can I take it as a compliment, Malfoy? It only took half of the potion and hours of working out."
"For once I agree with you Harry, now you can take it as a compliment. You're not the skinny, careless pansy boy anymore." Jamie couldn't help but flushed deeper.
"I'm just growing, I guess," She softly spoke, "I'm more mature, and my body just growing as it suppose to."
"I can't agree more."
"Well, it…"
"Blacky," a soft voice came from a man approaching their table. He got a good 6ft, slender and slightly muscled body. Smiling fashionably to Jamie, he looked sweet in blue jeans and matching baby blue sweater.
"Blacky?" Draco whispered his question mockingly, and that asked for a hard kick on his foot, which Jamie felt delight in giving.
"Sammy, what are doing here? I thought you were in Peter's fashion show."
The guy was laughing now, "That old bat, he's so disappointed that you turned his over again, and decide that he'll do the show in England. Said something about you leaving to England and hoped he got a better chance with you there."
"Would you like to join us?" Draco gestured the maître d' to get another chair for the unexpected friend of Jamie's.
Looking at Draco and sending a secret smile at Jamie, "Now I know the reason you turned him down, hahaha."
"I am going back to England. In a week after I finish all the requirements." Jamie was now glaring at her so-called friend.
Draco just watched them with half amuse and half distrust.
"Yeah, sure," he turned to Draco, "What a hot reason, too. I'm Samuel Dubois. You can call me Sammy, though. Blacky's friend is my friend, too."
"Draco Malfoy. And her name is Harrie not Blacky." Draco smiled to her mischievously and intentionally changing her name to the feminine version.
"It's her colour. Black, black and black. Not blame her though, it look good on her. By the way, how can I never see you," turning to Jamie, "I don't know you have a twin sister name Jamie."
"It's Harrie Jamie," her face tartly, keeping the score in her mind, "Are you alone?"
"I'm supposed to meet my new boyfriend but apparently he's late and I refuse to sit there alone waiting for him, and…" turning to Draco, "You're not really my type, actually, and I'm usually not into a blonde but I'm amicable if you want a company."
Draco turned to Jamie, his eyes questioned her about friend's sanity, and "He's gay," answered as if it was the most obvious thing.
"Thank you for your offered, I already have one," Draco's eyes never left Jamie, not bother to see Sam's reaction.
"I know she's hot, wish I'm straight or better she's a guy, and I would have given all my heart for her. And since you got you eyes all over her, I know I don't got a chance with you," they could heard a tint of jealousy but the twinkle in his eyes told them otherwise, "You are so lucky that you're straight man. And I have to warn you, she's got a lot admirers, not easy to get her time."
"Yes, I realized it by now," Draco took Jamie's right hand and slowly kissed it, licked it twice before he let her go.
"You are so cute together," Sam smiled at them, then someone caught his eyes, he stood up and waved his hand to caught the attention of a dark, attractive man, "Matt, over here."
"You're going out with Matthew?" Jamie started to giggle, giving astonishing look at his friend.
Matthew Reed, a famous fashion photographer. He was dark. Dark haired, dark eyes, dark skin. Just every gay's type. Jamie would have go for him if only she's a guy. And obviously, Draco knew it, judging form glares he sent to the approaching guy.
Sam knowing this, smiled at him, "Don't need to be so offensive, Draco dear, my Matthew is a hundred percent a gay. And you have to know, the only species that Jamie avoid, is a nice gay. And Matt is nice. And sweet."
"Yeah, bet you've tasted him and I can't be with a gay because it will be too humiliating if he left me for another gay or just a guy."
Matt heard their conversation just smiled at them. "That's sweet, Sam." Kissed Sammy lightly on his lips and turned to give Jamie a hug. "Jamie, beautiful as usual. I see you finally found someone."
"Stop it, Matt. I don't even start with you two. You know what, I thought you don't like each other. I can't believe you two actually going out together. Sam is the most extrovert person I know, and you just the quiet one. In a line, you are the nice guy and nice guy is just not his type."
"Oh, come on, Jamie, you don't know my type. And he's so sexy, just my type."
Rolling her eyes, Jamie just smiled at them, "You two have fooled me. With all the retaking pictures and stuff, and Sam's swearing, I never thought you two would have met out of necessity, by your own will."
"You just thinking too much," Matt just smiled at her, adoring her, then looking at Draco, giving a calculation look toward him, "Won't you introduce us."
***
"What an interesting friends you have, Harry. That's reminded me, how were Weasley and Granger. Did you meet them?" Soon the other couple left them in peace after Jamie introduce the two of them.
"They're fine, happy, married and waiting for their baby. That's why I'm coming back to England. I'll be their little baby's guardian." Jamie had just given up from making him call her Jamie.
"And here I thought you never go back to the wizarding world."
"No, but they visiting me frequently and Sirius, that's my godfather, spending two or three days each months. Keeping me up to date. Buying me clothes. And black is his colour."
"Buying you those black clothes." Draco asked disbelieving. He couldn't actually believe that Sirius Black would have bought his godson or goddaughter something like those. They couldn't even be classified as clothes. And the worse was, they were black.
"He let me chose anything, and he likes black so I got them black," Why he sound angry? "He is just like a father to me. Hey, that's remind me too, how are you parents? Last time I heard of him was when he is in that trial."
"Well, thank to your and Granger' testimony, my father didn't put in Azkaban," Draco gave a warm smile to her, "They confiscated his wand, though, and gave him the monitor necklace. He can't use his magic and that necklace detects dark magic. Basically, any magic that try to take it off can't pass the detection." The pity look Jamie gave made him smiled again. "But he's OK, with mother watching over him and me watching the family business, they just spending their time around the world. Having fun."
"Really, I can't say that I'm sorry for him." Jamie never knew how Draco could take it so lightly.
"Don't be, I think it was all for the best. It was only for five years and he got one year left. He realizes that it's the lightest sentence. Things could be worst if the rest of the Dark Eaters found out that he helped your side defeated Voldemort."
"So the punishment covers his role. And stop the Death Eaters to take revenge from him?"
"Yeah, something like that. And he is much happier now."
"Is you mother OK with that?"
"It's much better now, Harry. She won't have to worry about my father getting killed or put in jail waiting for the Demantor's kiss. She loves him and happy that she can spend her time with father around the world. Doing what every women love." Jamie could see Draco's eyes teasing her.
"Shopping?" Jamie couldn't believe that. How lucky she was, a husband she loved and money to spend. And shopping all around the world. The most expensive places in the world. "And she got another year to do it?"
"Sometimes just having fun in the most romantic places. Leisure. That if you could call the muggle's uncivilized places romantic."
"Of course it is, stupid. Just imagine the Tropical Island and exotic places in East Asia or Africa. I've visited some places during the fashion show. And those are romantic places." She couldn't help teasing him, "Now I can understand why they won't take you with them."
"Oh please, you can't have a romantic affair with you guardian around." Draco took another sip of his wine. "So, would you like to go back to those terrible places you said romantic?"
"Sure," Jamie than added after a second thought, "With you, Malfoy? Then, No. Just like you can't have a romantic affair with you enemy around."
Draco just laughed at her last sentence. "I can't remember why we were enemy, right now. Not when you're sitting there so feminine. I can't even picture you as you a boy I used to clash."
Jamie was angry with herself because she couldn't stop blushing no matter how hard she tried, and she couldn't make Malfoy stop making her pink. She took her glass and drank her third glass.
***
Feeling the influence of the alcohol, Jamie absently flinging to Draco. She had known better to stop after her third glass. She was never much a drinker. Not at school, not at the war, and absolutely not now.
Draco helped her got in the car. When he fastened the safety belt, he could hear her breathing slowly. Feeling peaceful he started to whistle softly some muggle song. Something suspiciously sounded like Wonderful Tonight.
When they were approaching Jamie's apartment, he felt reluctant to take her back. Feel like he hadn't had enough of her. But he knew if he didn't Jamie wouldn't want to see him again. He didn't want to take advantages now and lost his chances. And all those thoughts scared him enough to send her back.
When he stopped his car, he realized that Jamie were asleep. His eyes turned soft and he raised his right hand to caress her cheek. Feeling how soft the skin was. It took some times and more self-restrain to stop him from touching her.
He got out of the car, walked to the other side and opened the other car. Seized her into his arm and kicked the door closed. Refused to apparate, he walked slowly to the stairs, got in to the lift that took them to the floor of Jamie's apartment. He wanted to prolong this episode.
When they arrived at the doorstep, Draco had to apparate into the apartment since he didn't have the key. He stopped when he felt Jamie stirred in his arms. Just for a moment he thought that she would wake up and started to slap him like a bitch in the cheap muggle's movies. But she didn't even flinch her eyelashes.
It didn't take a long time for Draco to find the bedroom. It was a simple room with a few basic things. No identity, like the rest of the apartment. Making him felt like entering a hotel room. He could see the bed in the centre of the room. It was big, soft and comfortable. Slowly he put her in bed.
He was about to tug her in the blanket when something cross his mind. 'You can kill me tomorrow, sweetie.'
A few minutes later, after kissing her lips, without even waking her, Draco left the apartment. Looking forward to the next encounter.
***
Waking up in the next morning, Jamie felt so tired and her head was killing her. At first, she didn't remember what had happened, she didn't even remember going to bed the night before. She could feel the soft cover under her body.
Blink. Blink. Then, "MALFOOOOOOOOY," happened less than 24 hours after the first one.
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30 January 2003, 12.00 am