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Later that night at about 7
"How can you go to sleep now Harry? The sun has barely set!" said Ron in a loud voice.
"I'm just tired, Ron. I'm not making you leave the common room, I just want to sleep." lied Harry. In truth he probably couldn't
sleep even if he wanted to. He was too nervous about tonight. He couldn't even remember why he agreed in the first place.
"Maybe he's sick." added Hermione. "There's a nasty bout of pixie flu going around from what I've heard. It's quite unpleasant, you
cough pixie dust for about two weeks and attract just about every magical creature nearby. Pixies mostly, hence the name. I know
Justin Finch-Fletchley caught it last week. Madam Pomfrey's been swatting pixies out of the infirmary every day since."
"Eeehh, sounds awful,"said Ron." If you start coughing Pixie dust Harry, stay away from me. I hate the little buggers."
"What a great friend you are Ron." said Harry before heading up to his bed. He was delighted that Hermione had Ron worried about
catching Pixie flu. It meant Ron wouldn't check up on him tonight for a chat.
Harry went to work quickly. He borrowed some extra pillows and stuffed them under his covers until they resembled a sleeping body.
Then Harry placed a wig underneath and made it look like it was his hair sticking out above the pillows. Last but not least, he
enchanted the pillows to expand and contract so that it looked like breathing. They even made a reasonable breathing noise. After
careful examination of his handy work, Harry put on his cloak of invisibility and headed out.
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Same time in the Slytherin common room
"Aww, come on Draco. Why on earth would you want to go to sleep now." whined Crabbe. "You said you would show us that wedgie spell
tonight."
"Quit your pathetic whining. I'll show you tomorrow. I've exhausted myself having to put up with you two all day." snapped Draco.
"Yeah, well don't expect us to follow you." Goyle retorted."We'll just get Pansy Parkinson to show us."
"Hmmmph, she can barely levitate a toad, now stop pestering me." Draco head upstairs. With out a cloak of invisibilty, he would have
to use a different method of escape. Draco took out a rat he had in his robes. With some quick flicks of his wand and some creative
spells, the rat transformed into a copy of Draco. Of course this Draco was now crawling around naked on the floor and making high pitched
squeaking noises.
"Get over here you stupid rat!" yelled Draco. He managed to catch it after it ran into a wall. "I can't have you acting like this
and ruining my plans." Draco knocked the rat out and after much hard work, had it in his pajama's and in his bed. "Now. how to get out." he thought.
Draco checked the windows. If he opened it, he could just fit outside. The only problem was the drop. He was stumped. Across from him he spyed his broomstick.
"Duh, why didn't I think of that sooner." he thought. In a few short moments, Draco was on his broomstick and heading towards The Magic Wand.
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"We need more lights!" Shouted Becka. "And we need a cage, no club is complete without a cage!"
"Don't panic Becka. A few quick spells will fix everything." Said Liz, who proceeded to make the nessesary lights and cage appear.
"Yay! I can't wait till showtime. It's always been my life dream to run a club like this." squealed Becka.
"How do these costumes look?" asked Krysta. She showed Becka the other dancers who were already decked out.
"Hmmm, more sequins, less cloth. Oooo, the silk is a nice touch, leave it." said Becka.
"Oh all right." grumbled Krysta."K, guys, back into the dressing room."
Becka started to pace. "Where are Malfoy and Potter! We need them to open up the show!"
"Stop worrying Becka. It's only 7:45. They'll be here."
At that moment, Draco arrived.
"Well,I'm here. Now what."
"Into the dressing room with you." Shouted Becka. She gave him one last full body glance as he was herded through the door.
"Becka!" Liz shouted as she snapped her fingers in front of Becka's eyes."Snap out of it, Potter is here."
"Becka spun around to meet Harry who was only a bobbing head at the moment. "Nice cloak. Now chop, chop; we mustn't be late.
You are in the opening act after all."
"Err, the opening act? But.."
"No time for chit-chat. Krysta will outfit you in the next room, now go!" Becka shoved Harry into the dressing room before he
could say anything else.
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In the dressing Room
Draco was being measure by Krysta. "Which do you prefer, boxers or briefs?" She asked.
"Uhh, Boxers." stammer Draco. Who was getting a bit uncomfortable.
"Good because, that's your only choice." said Krysta. "Now for some make-up. Ta-da!"
Draco looked in the mirror.
"Oh, my, god." He was only wearing blue silk boxers and a leather studded collar. He had on more mascara, lipstick and eyeshadow
then he had seen before on any women.
"You look great kid, now move it." Krysta shoved Draco to the back stage door. "Next!"
Harry stumbled in.
"Ooo, an invisibility cloak. Nice, but defeats the purpose." With a swish of her wand, Harry was wearing next to nothing. Within minutes
Harry was decked out in a matching outfit to Draco's, and basically the same makeup as well.
"Err, sorry, miss. But I'd like a mask." said Harry.
"Fine,but it's not like anyone will recognize you with all that makeup on." said Krysta, mildly annoyed. "here."
"This is leather."
"Yes, well we have a certain appearance to keep up. Now leave."
Harry scampered out to the backstage.
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Backstage
Draco was pacing back and forth. Somehow he'd let his stupid pride and love of money get him in this situation. He couldn't just
leave, though he had tried once. Apparently they had planned for that and had used about every anti-apparateing and disapparateing spell
in the book as well as some others.
A few feet away, Harry was panicing. What if somebody recognized him? How was he supposed to go through with this?
He knew nothing about being a male dancer; he'd even been nervious to waltz at that stupid triwizard yule ball. In both their
worries, Harry and Draco failed to notice each other.
"Attention!" boomed a voice from the front. It was Becka. "Will all the gorgious young males in the room please turn their attention forward!
Good!Thank you. Now I know some of you are proffesionals and know what you're doing. Good for you. It's your job to show the beginners how this is done.
Others of you are here because of blackmail, bribery and unbreakable contracts with tiny print you didn't bother to read over."
Apparently Harry and Draco weren't the only guys here who had no idea what they had gotten themselves into.
"I have some spells and potions up here for those of you who can't dance very well. Line up!"
Harry and Draco both assembled into the line. Draco was first. Liz was in charge of distribution.
"Charminus maximus bailonomi! K, here's your potion, drink the whole thing. Next!"
Draco felt the spell's effects working already. He looked at the small mug in his hand and chugged down the liquid. It burned his throat and made
his eyes feel funny. "What is this?" He asked woozily.
"Just a simple potion for confidence." Liz chickled.
Draco accepted the answer and headed to the back of the room. After all, most potions tasted worse than what ever that was. Besides it seemed to
be working.
"Liz, good job on getting the potions." whispered Becka. "I thought they were sold out."
"They were." grinned Liz mischieviously.
"What are you giving them then!?" Becka asked.
"Vodka, same effects, yet half the price." Becka smiled at Liz's reply.
"This should be interesting to watch then. OK, Everyone listen up! We're on in ten minutes! I've already told you your order of
appearance. Get ready and remember, Work it for all you got!"
The group filed into place. Harry looked behind the curtain at the large crowd filing in.
"I thought you said this was going to be small!" Harry shouted at Becka. Draco didn't recognize Harry's voice because he was busy with his own thoughts.
"I said it might be a small crowd. A deal's still a deal." replied Becka. "Now get in Place."
Later that night at about 7
"How can you go to sleep now Harry? The sun has barely set!" said Ron in a loud voice.
"I'm just tired, Ron. I'm not making you leave the common room, I just want to sleep." lied Harry. In truth he probably couldn't
sleep even if he wanted to. He was too nervous about tonight. He couldn't even remember why he agreed in the first place.
"Maybe he's sick." added Hermione. "There's a nasty bout of pixie flu going around from what I've heard. It's quite unpleasant, you
cough pixie dust for about two weeks and attract just about every magical creature nearby. Pixies mostly, hence the name. I know
Justin Finch-Fletchley caught it last week. Madam Pomfrey's been swatting pixies out of the infirmary every day since."
"Eeehh, sounds awful,"said Ron." If you start coughing Pixie dust Harry, stay away from me. I hate the little buggers."
"What a great friend you are Ron." said Harry before heading up to his bed. He was delighted that Hermione had Ron worried about
catching Pixie flu. It meant Ron wouldn't check up on him tonight for a chat.
Harry went to work quickly. He borrowed some extra pillows and stuffed them under his covers until they resembled a sleeping body.
Then Harry placed a wig underneath and made it look like it was his hair sticking out above the pillows. Last but not least, he
enchanted the pillows to expand and contract so that it looked like breathing. They even made a reasonable breathing noise. After
careful examination of his handy work, Harry put on his cloak of invisibility and headed out.
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Same time in the Slytherin common room
"Aww, come on Draco. Why on earth would you want to go to sleep now." whined Crabbe. "You said you would show us that wedgie spell
tonight."
"Quit your pathetic whining. I'll show you tomorrow. I've exhausted myself having to put up with you two all day." snapped Draco.
"Yeah, well don't expect us to follow you." Goyle retorted."We'll just get Pansy Parkinson to show us."
"Hmmmph, she can barely levitate a toad, now stop pestering me." Draco head upstairs. With out a cloak of invisibilty, he would have
to use a different method of escape. Draco took out a rat he had in his robes. With some quick flicks of his wand and some creative
spells, the rat transformed into a copy of Draco. Of course this Draco was now crawling around naked on the floor and making high pitched
squeaking noises.
"Get over here you stupid rat!" yelled Draco. He managed to catch it after it ran into a wall. "I can't have you acting like this
and ruining my plans." Draco knocked the rat out and after much hard work, had it in his pajama's and in his bed. "Now. how to get out." he thought.
Draco checked the windows. If he opened it, he could just fit outside. The only problem was the drop. He was stumped. Across from him he spyed his broomstick.
"Duh, why didn't I think of that sooner." he thought. In a few short moments, Draco was on his broomstick and heading towards The Magic Wand.
****************************************************
"We need more lights!" Shouted Becka. "And we need a cage, no club is complete without a cage!"
"Don't panic Becka. A few quick spells will fix everything." Said Liz, who proceeded to make the nessesary lights and cage appear.
"Yay! I can't wait till showtime. It's always been my life dream to run a club like this." squealed Becka.
"How do these costumes look?" asked Krysta. She showed Becka the other dancers who were already decked out.
"Hmmm, more sequins, less cloth. Oooo, the silk is a nice touch, leave it." said Becka.
"Oh all right." grumbled Krysta."K, guys, back into the dressing room."
Becka started to pace. "Where are Malfoy and Potter! We need them to open up the show!"
"Stop worrying Becka. It's only 7:45. They'll be here."
At that moment, Draco arrived.
"Well,I'm here. Now what."
"Into the dressing room with you." Shouted Becka. She gave him one last full body glance as he was herded through the door.
"Becka!" Liz shouted as she snapped her fingers in front of Becka's eyes."Snap out of it, Potter is here."
"Becka spun around to meet Harry who was only a bobbing head at the moment. "Nice cloak. Now chop, chop; we mustn't be late.
You are in the opening act after all."
"Err, the opening act? But.."
"No time for chit-chat. Krysta will outfit you in the next room, now go!" Becka shoved Harry into the dressing room before he
could say anything else.
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In the dressing Room
Draco was being measure by Krysta. "Which do you prefer, boxers or briefs?" She asked.
"Uhh, Boxers." stammer Draco. Who was getting a bit uncomfortable.
"Good because, that's your only choice." said Krysta. "Now for some make-up. Ta-da!"
Draco looked in the mirror.
"Oh, my, god." He was only wearing blue silk boxers and a leather studded collar. He had on more mascara, lipstick and eyeshadow
then he had seen before on any women.
"You look great kid, now move it." Krysta shoved Draco to the back stage door. "Next!"
Harry stumbled in.
"Ooo, an invisibility cloak. Nice, but defeats the purpose." With a swish of her wand, Harry was wearing next to nothing. Within minutes
Harry was decked out in a matching outfit to Draco's, and basically the same makeup as well.
"Err, sorry, miss. But I'd like a mask." said Harry.
"Fine,but it's not like anyone will recognize you with all that makeup on." said Krysta, mildly annoyed. "here."
"This is leather."
"Yes, well we have a certain appearance to keep up. Now leave."
Harry scampered out to the backstage.
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Backstage
Draco was pacing back and forth. Somehow he'd let his stupid pride and love of money get him in this situation. He couldn't just
leave, though he had tried once. Apparently they had planned for that and had used about every anti-apparateing and disapparateing spell
in the book as well as some others.
A few feet away, Harry was panicing. What if somebody recognized him? How was he supposed to go through with this?
He knew nothing about being a male dancer; he'd even been nervious to waltz at that stupid triwizard yule ball. In both their
worries, Harry and Draco failed to notice each other.
"Attention!" boomed a voice from the front. It was Becka. "Will all the gorgious young males in the room please turn their attention forward!
Good!Thank you. Now I know some of you are proffesionals and know what you're doing. Good for you. It's your job to show the beginners how this is done.
Others of you are here because of blackmail, bribery and unbreakable contracts with tiny print you didn't bother to read over."
Apparently Harry and Draco weren't the only guys here who had no idea what they had gotten themselves into.
"I have some spells and potions up here for those of you who can't dance very well. Line up!"
Harry and Draco both assembled into the line. Draco was first. Liz was in charge of distribution.
"Charminus maximus bailonomi! K, here's your potion, drink the whole thing. Next!"
Draco felt the spell's effects working already. He looked at the small mug in his hand and chugged down the liquid. It burned his throat and made
his eyes feel funny. "What is this?" He asked woozily.
"Just a simple potion for confidence." Liz chickled.
Draco accepted the answer and headed to the back of the room. After all, most potions tasted worse than what ever that was. Besides it seemed to
be working.
"Liz, good job on getting the potions." whispered Becka. "I thought they were sold out."
"They were." grinned Liz mischieviously.
"What are you giving them then!?" Becka asked.
"Vodka, same effects, yet half the price." Becka smiled at Liz's reply.
"This should be interesting to watch then. OK, Everyone listen up! We're on in ten minutes! I've already told you your order of
appearance. Get ready and remember, Work it for all you got!"
The group filed into place. Harry looked behind the curtain at the large crowd filing in.
"I thought you said this was going to be small!" Harry shouted at Becka. Draco didn't recognize Harry's voice because he was busy with his own thoughts.
"I said it might be a small crowd. A deal's still a deal." replied Becka. "Now get in Place."