Title: A Self Insertion Story
Author: P.L.S.
Rating:PG or PG13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. But as you will learn, I often dream about owning him, body, mind, and soul.
Summery: A funny little collection of things I'd do to Harry and Draco if I were in their world/ had the blackmail material/ or the shear power.
Part Two: The Details
Ah, the muggle in a witch's robe. Draco drawls as I step out of the changing rooms with the seemstress. I'm all decked out in a long royal blue gown-like linen robe with emerald green and redish purple trimmings and a golden sash in more of a princess dress fashion. I've always liked that style, it empesises my bust and hides my gut. I have golden velvet ballerina style slippers on my feet, even if you can't see them.
One thing I love about the wizards here, I can design my own clothes. And I look damned good.
You like it? I ask him in my siruppy voice.
Yes, those are great dress robes. But you don't need to dress up to shop. I couldn't stop my laughter.
Dragon, these are everyday robes. My dress robes, all three of them, are by far finer designs. I'll let you apprase them later though. One thing I've always been good at is clothing design. Maybe I should draw up some designs for you. You're going to be out of fashion once I hit the streets. The seemstress laughs.
I'd love to work with you again Miss Sanguinaire, and Mister Malfoy you are going to need to have some work done soon correct? She baits the trap. I promiced her that he would be paying for two large orders today once I found out how much more customization was. She waived the fees, but only as long as I talked Draco into her fitting rooms. I think someone has a crush.
Oh, fine. Lavia, Seph, you better make me look better than ever imagined. Draco mockingly growled and both of us smiled.
What colors?Let's try ivory, crimson, a few shades of teal, and bronse gold. Then I'll dig out your swatches again.I said without missing a beat. Did I mention that I love designing?
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I crossed my legs and smoothed out my long velvet robe of a grey-blue. Lucius and Harry watched me as I read the final draft of the contract from Epic Records. So far so good, really. Yes, this was an alternate reality, no Harry Potter books. But we worked around it. Lucius used his contacts to start Harry off in acting, and now after doing the theme song to his last television show, we were shopping about for a label for him to sign with.
Hm, I still say we could push for more, but Epic has put in a lot of good ideas, and they will give us almost total control of everything. Harry, I need to know, are you going to be serious about this? I asked. It was really amazing how much the kid has changed, and how at ease he is. Maybe this was what he really did need.
Seph, when have I ever fooled around? He answered with a cheeky grin.
Never, but we are worried. This isn't a shoot or set. It depends on only your dedication. Lucius said and Harry nodded soberly.
Everyone is watching for you to get in trouble. You saw the People last week, St. Evans.' I said in a cutting tone, Are you going to live like a rock star or professional when you go on tour, or even as you record?I'm a professional! I don't do anything you don't approve of. The girls and guys who throw themselves at me are always turned down with a smile and autograph. And you know unlike most, nothing illegal has touched me since a Crucious Curse in 1995. Harry answered back hotly.
Yes. Good. Sign it.
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Watching Harry get beat up by the ex-military physical trainer I found is fun. Besides, Harry has turned into a very hot young man. But don't get ideas. He's as into guys as I am, but that's okay. We go guy watching once a month or so.
Ah, a pina colada and watching my young charge getting yelled at. So nice. But really Harry has to get trained up, he starts his first tour in a month or two, so between over seeing the final preparations to his debut album, which is very good- even critics like it, coriography sessions because Epic found out just how adaptable and tallented Harry is on the dance floor, and the publisity, he's been busy. Lucius is over-seeing the wizarding release of Twisted Exspectations', which has to be one of the oddest things I've ever heard an album called, but it fits. Harry somehow has created a blend of Hip-Hop, Techno, Indie, and Xydeco. I'm not even sure how he did, but it worked, and looks to be a worldwide success. And that boy can really freestyle. I'm here on the homefront, making sure nothing goes wrong.
Ah, they started the kickboxing. Another thing I'm glad Harry has picked up.
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I grinned as I finished setting up my new laptop, which just so happened to be the very best money could afford. Going into the word prossesser program, I started to rewrite what I remembered from my reading a year before as well as talking to the real people and reading the real histories. It wouldn't take me that long to create a bestseller. Of course, I did the research, just to be sure that the author didn't exist here. Lucky me, she didn't and I could use her as a psudonymn.
Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Maybe I should hire a ghostwriter.
And I know I need to change the names. From the past year of making sure that Harry was untouchable after that first lawsuit, the Dursleys are just the sort of people to sue for a kids book that has their name in it. Snape wouldn't sue me, he'd just kill me straight out and cast a curse on all those who read the books.
Then again, maybe I shouldn't even try to recreate the books I loved so much. Yeah, pointless to try to reinvent the wheel.
And a heck of a lot safer too.
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