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. I 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.
Sorry guys, I would have posted this earlier, but Mcrappy (McAfee) was acting up.
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CHAPTER NINE
The feel of the cold floor and a sharp pain in his head was what Draco woke up to. Looking around him, he saw that he was obviously in a dungeon of some sort. And judging by the pain in his head, he had been literally thrown in.
Looking at his surroundings once more he took in the dim torch light and the dust-covered floor. It seemed like an ordinary dungeon, but Draco soon noticed the unclear painting on the wall.
Straining his eyes, he soon realized that the picture was of his deceased father. With a shock, he knew that he was in Malfoy Manor, his 'home' his whole childhood. All ten years of it. He had been shocked out of innocence then, when he had witnessed his father murdering a muggle woman.
It was then that he had taken a silent oath to never kill without reason. The deaths of the war had been casualties, not murders. When the time came for him to escape from his father's grasp, he had. He'd had it planned since the first time he had met Harry. The boy had influenced him from the start.
In fact, Draco had spent all of his Hogwarts years trying to get Harry to just notice him. Draco knew now that he could have had better methods of doing so, but then, the only closeness he had known was hate and scorn.
In the present, a door slamming brought the blonde out of his reverie. He shot a glare to the considerably better dressed homeless man in outside his cell. The man had obviously washed and changed.
He was wearing Draco's long jacket and high quality wizard robes. Some would have wondered how an unemployed man could have the kind of money for this type of outfit, but Draco knew firsthand how he got it, and why he was being kept in Malfoy Manor.
His father had cut him out the will after Draco had abandoned the Manor and the Dark Lord. He had been disowned and his belongings had been sent to him at Mihael's fire grate extra crispy. The only thing spared was a key in the pocket in one of his charred bathrobes. It had been soft and emerald green, reminding him of the color of his obsession's eyes. He assumed that his mother had put it there, because it was the key to the vault that held her share of the Black fortune.
A few days later he had heard of his mother's death at the hands of his father and had had the account emptied into another only he could access to keep it from his father's greedy clutches. Since he was no longer the heir, the manor and its estate went to this man for the housing of the Death Eaters is Voldemort was defeated. Apparently the surviving Death Eaters had remained in contact and used the Manor as a meeting place.
Draco took a breath and plastered on a smirk, "Why, Peter Pettigrew. Why have you brought me unwillingly back these humble quarters?" in a sarcastic tone and gestured to the cell around him.
"My followers," Draco scoffed. This twit was the new Dark Lord? Of course, no one else would be stupid enough to die for the title. Wormtail continued with a glare, "My followers have decided that it has been much too long without anyone to practice their curses on." Draco froze and Wormtail grinned, "We needed a test subject and we just happened to see you in that dance club and meet you in that alley afterwards..." The rat trailed off, his meaning clear. Draco was in a rage
"I WILL NOT BE YOUR 'TEST SUBJECT'! I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!" He shouted and stood, crossing his arms.
"See now, Dragon," Draco almost burst when his mother's nickname was misused by this foul tongue, "I had thought this would happen. So now I'm afraid I must punish you for your little shouting fit. If you're lucky, we'll kill you."
The rat drew his wand with a sneer and glare, but before Draco could even move, "CRUCIO!" Draco fell to the floor writhing in pain, but not screaming. He refused to scream.
A/N: Poor Draco! I hope you guys get to read this soon, but I kinda doubt it seeing as McAfee is STILL acting up. They'd better fix it soon. Anyways, please review because I love you all so much! Remember, I give cookies!