One Night In High Heels

By Emerald Dragon08

Disclaimer: Since I have red hair and no money, I highly doubt I own these characters, the rights to them, or the mind that created them. Don't you?

Summary: Harry lost a bet with Ron and now he has to spend one night as a girl in a club. The same club as Draco Malfoy, but Draco doesn't like girls... H/D slash

A/N: Well, this just randomly popped into my head while washing dishes. Dunno why, but I HAD to write it. Couldn't help it. I hope it's good, and please review. Don't flame though, I've already caught my hand on fire once before. I wouldn't care to do it again.

CHAPTER TWO

Harry pulled himself from the floor and straightened his skirt, stockings and shirts. He reached for the bag and shoved all the things that had been taken out back in, fully set on going home and waking up from his dream. There was no possible was that he could be here, a WOMAN, gotten hit on by Draco Malfoy in some strange perverse way, and wearing a skirt and high heels! 'High heels...' He thought about Draco's comment a few minutes ago and shook his head.

Grabbing the bag, he exited the bathroom carefully just to run into the one and only Draco Malfoy. Harry blushed. The blaring music made the floor and walls vibrate underneath his feet and Draco smirked once more. "Fancy running into you again, Potter" he drawled in that elegant voice of his. Harry scowled and tried to push past his rival to leave this godforsaken place called 'Leo's' Before he could step past, Draco's strong arm pressed him against the wall. Not liking being stuck in this position again, he freed his arms and shoved the taller boy gently. The space he got from this, he used to stalk away, bag slung over shoulder. His heels tapped unheard on the floor as he hurriedly crossed the crowded room, trying to not get either knocked over or hit on. The latter being the worst in his opinion.

He couldn't believe he'd agreed to this. Who'd have known Ron would beat him at Quidditch? He didn't. Hermione had told him later that Ron had been practicing all summer at the Burrow. If Harry hadn't been so bloody confident, he would be safely at home with his man-bits firmly intact. But, NO, he just had to go and make that bet. The terms ran through his head. "If I can beat you, then you have to..." Ron had hesitated, thinking, "Spend one whole night as a girl! At that dance club in London. You know, Leo's." Harry's eyes had widened, and then he replied, "Fine, same goes for you." They had shaken hands with Hermione shaking her head and had played. The outcome is obvious now, seeing as Harry was in a female body and clothes.

The closer he moved towards the door, the more crowded the pathway became. There were points where it seemed the path had completely closed up. Now was one of them. He tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for the path to be at least somewhat clear. He startled when a male hand pinched his behind. With a yelp, a shocked and Angered Harry turned to punch the culprit. Upon seeing the blonde hair and trademark smirk, he fumed. "MALFOY! Why must you insist on tormenting me?"

"Oh, come now, Potter. It's not torment. It's a gesture of kindness. It's not like anyone's done that before. Have they, Potter?" He smirked. Harry blushed and was even angrier. He clenched his fists at his side and straightened, ready to hit the git if he made one more nasty comment. Surprisingly, the taller boy leaned forward again, until his lips nearly touched Harry's. Out of shock, Harry's hands unclenched and he stepped back, only to be pushed forward by a moving patron so hard that he wobbled on his high heels and fell forward, right into his enemy's arms.

"So, Potter. Seen any good soap operas lately? I'm a fan of Passions myself. You've gotta love that Timmy." This change in attitude unnerved Harry and he pushed himself back up and straightened his bag and skirt. With a glare, he turned and fled through a gap in the crowd. "Potter! Wait!" Harry sighed, turning on his heel towards the blonde. "I don't think the weasel will let you off that easy." Malfoy said, smirking.

"How do you know about the bet?" Harry asked, glaring.

"You mumble to yourself when you're angry, couldn't help but overhear." That smirk was getting on Harry's last nerve. Before he could reply, a pair of warm, wet lips was pressed to his.

A/N: HAHAHAHA! Cliffie! Love to write 'em, hate to read 'em. I'll write more IF you review. I give cookies! I'll only post when I get at least 2 more reviews. -Evil laugh-

To reviewers so far:

Just Jett:(OMG! You have to update! I usually don't read slash but this is cool! ""Malfoy... Malfoy...was...gay?"" LMAO!)

Thanks! That means a lot! I'll try to update often. I'm not sure yet how long it'll be, though.

Thanks!

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Yana5: (hahaha poor Harry) I agree! Poor tortured, female Harry!

Thanks! Have a cookie!

Lady Nilamarthiel: (Ya! I want more! Like, now! Although, a flashback of the bet would be good. I'd like to know what happened. nods) Your wish is my command, Milady. –updates- Special real life friend cookie!

(:::) Extra chips!

Thanks all of you. Review and I'll update sooner!