By: Jade Higurashi
Warning- This Chapter will involve some Cross Dressing, and character Drinking. This should be fun!
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter. It all belongs to JKR. I don't own any other stuff that I mentioned in this chap, like all the candy, and Axe, and the movies, so there!
Author's Notes- Well, here I am, back again, writing to occupy my boring life. This chapter shall be extremely funny; you might get a little tinsy weensy bit lost this chap, if you don't know what some things are. I hope you guys (that actually read this crap) like this chapter. Also, LET THE YAOI BEGIN!
Thank You's- Thanks to Athena-Iris, for beta-ing the whole chap, and Rami-Chan for reading half of it. I'm glad you two like it!
As always- Character thoughts are in italics!
Chapter Four- Real introductions and Movie Night
12 Grimmauld Place- August 5th- 9:30 am
Draco woke up early on this Saturday morning; he woke, showered, and then dressed rather quickly. He went down to the kitchen, and woke Wonky up.
"Wonky, please wake up."
The elf opened her eyes slowly.
"Master Draco, what are you doing here?"
"I want to make breakfast for everyone, will you help me?"
"Sure, anything for Master Draco." She said sitting up, then slowly getting up.
They went into the kitchen and they both set to work. Draco was in charge of toast and bacon. He would put two slices of bread into the toaster, then go and fry six pieces of bacon in a skillet. When the toast popped, he would take them out, put two more in, and continue with the bacon. Wonky was in charge of eggs and waffles, which Draco made the batter for.
Draco Malfoy wasn't a stranger to the kitchen either. The summer before third year he begged his mother to go to a muggle culinary school in France for six months. His mother of course agreed. They told Lucius that Draco was going to a flying excursion around Europe for six months. At the end of the six months Draco was at the top of his class, even without the use of magic.
Harry Potter woke to the smell of bacon and fresh Belgian Waffles.
Mmm that smells sooo good! I'm so hungry, I didn't get that much to eat at dinner last night with all those grabby handed people!
He carefully got out of bed, and went into his bathroom. He splashed some water on his face, and ran his fingers through his hair. There was no point in trying to make it look good, it would go back to his normal wind-blown state, no matter what he did to it.
He went downstairs to the kitchen, where the aroma was coming from. He gently pushed open the kitchen's swinging door, and found Draco Malfoy cooking bacon and putting toast on a plate.
Draco looked to his right, and saw Harry Potter staring at him in the doorway.
"Malfoy, what the hell are you doing with our food?"
"Well Harry, you see, I'm trying this new thing called cooking it. I'm toasting the bread, and frying the bacon. Wonky is cooking waffles. Is there a problem with this?"
"You better not be poisoning the food. Or I'll curse your ass into oblivion."
"Harry, you don't have enough strength to even think about cursing me into the next room, let alone oblivion. Please, sit down and eat, it'll give you your strength back."
"First don't call me Harry. Second, you eat something first."
"Ok, Harry." Draco said, emphasizing Harry name.
Draco took a piece of toast, put butter on it, and took a bite. Draco teetered back and forth, his eyes then rolled into the back of his head, and he dropped into a dead faint, landing on his back.
"I knew it! He poisoned the food!" Harry said in triumph.
Draco got up from the floor.
"Merlin Harry, you thought I would poison the food. Are you high?"
"You're a Death Eater in training, why the fuck would I trust you?"
"I would rather kill myself before joining Voldemort. Did you not hear my speech last night?"
"I don't trust you Draco."
"Did you just call me Draco?"
"Umm…no." Harry stammered.
Draco went over to Harry and wrapped his arm around the other boy's shoulders.
"Harry, I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
"I will never be friends with you Malfoy."
"You're so tense and angsty Harry. For Godric's sakes, loosen up! I'm going to be in your life now, get used to it. Let's forget that enemy shit. Put it all in out past."
Draco took a waffle, put it on a plate, smothered butter and syrup on it, and handed it to Harry with bacon on the side.
"Here, it's good, it's my secret waffle recipe." Draco said, taunting Harry with the plate, putting it in front of his eyes in circles, Harry's eyes never off of the rotating plate.
Harry gave into temptation and took the plate.
"Well, it does smell good, and it never hurts to eat." Harry said after Draco gave him an "I told you so" look.
He sat down at the table with his plate and took a bite. Then he woofed down the waffles, only stopping to take a breath.
"That was…really…good." Harry said in between gulps.
"Help yourself. I'm surprised that anyone isn't down here yet.'
"Yea, those people can smell food a mile away."
"Harry can you do me a favor?"
"What is it?"
"Get the Orange Juice outta the fridge for me." Draco said with a grin.
Harry lazily got up, took the two steps to the refrigerator, and got out the pitcher of orange juice. He poured himself a glass before giving the pitcher to Draco.
"Just set it on the table, please and thank you." Draco told him.
Remus Lupin came into the kitchen in pajama pants that had Snitches on them, and a Puddlemere United t-shirt.
"What smells so good?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Draco and Wonky made breakfast." Harry explained.
Lupin sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of Orange Juice.
"And since when are you calling him Draco?" Remus asked, intrigued at what the boy's answer might be.
"Well, since he's in the Order, I guess I should call him by his first name. Right Draco?"
"Yea Harry."
Draco walked over to Harry, put his arm around his shoulder and said, "See Remus, me and Harry are gunna be bestest friends!" with a big smile on his face.
More and more people then began to file into the kitchen, all still in their pajamas. Everyone enjoyed Draco's food, and he was continually making more, because the plates kept emptying.
"Well, maybe we should all introduce ourselves to Narcissa and Draco. So they can learn names to faces." Lupin said.
All the adults introduced themselves, and then the teens went. Even though they all knew him from school, they were now starting on a clean slate.
Afterwards, they all moved into the Drawing Room, and sat down.
"Tonight everyone is Teen Movie Night here in 12 Grimmauld Place." Explained Remus.
"What movie are we watching tonight?" Asked Ron.
"It's a muggle movie called, The Rocky Horror Picture Show."
"YES!" Draco exclaimed.
Everyone just stared at him.
"What? I happen to love that movie."
"But I thought that you hate everything Muggle?" Hermione asked.
"No, just another thought programmed into my head by Lucius. I love Muggle movies, music, literature, and some fashion too, it's all very fascinating to me. Rocky Horror is one of my favorite Muggle movies. It's funny and there are lots of songs too. Oooh maybe I'll dress up!"
They all looked at him bewildered.
"You'll see!" Draco said with a wink.
The day passed on with the teens up in Draco's bedroom, all sprawled out listening to some of Draco's muggle music, and getting to know each other better.
"So Draco, do you drink or smoke?" George asked.
"I smoke a lot, though I do like drinking too. I love just a smoke of marijuana as soon as I get up with some tea, makes me feel relaxed. Plus weed and vodka always gets me a little loopy, though I love that feeling." He replied.
"So where did you learn how to cook like that?" Harry asked him.
"I went to a Muggle Culinary School in France for six months, I was top of my class. Harry are you gay?"
Harry started stammering, "Umm… what.. umm…. umm….. what was the question again?"
"Are… You… Gay?" Draco again asked the raven-haired boy.
"Fine, yes, I am, well Bi really."
"Bloody Hell, Harry's a fag!" Ron said.
"Ronald!" Hermione scolded him.
Harry was now nervous. Why the hell is Draco looking at me like that? He's making me nervous.
Draco Malfoy now had a smirk on his face, and was looking directly at Harry.
Oh My God! He's Gay! Yes! Thank you God! I knew it, by the way he was really mad at me this morning and calling me Malfoy. Then a second later he was all buddy- buddy, and calling me Draco. I almost melted when he said my name. He's got such a nice toned muscular Quidditch body, and those eyes! My God those eyes, it's like looking into green pools of heaven! What in the mother fucking hell am I thinking! I don't like Harry like that! I'm not…. Gay! Draco thought.
"Guys, no offence, but do you guys think you can leave? I wanna take a nap before movie night starts." Draco asked his newfound friends.
"Sure, no problem." They all said in one form or another.
Harry left through their adjoined bathroom, and everyone else left through Draco's front door. Draco then locked all of the doors.
He went over to his bookcase and took out the book that he carved a container out of.
He opened the cover, and took out his razor blade. He put the cold steel to his left wrist, and directly lain it on his veins. He then made a slice while saying "I" another slice, "Am" another "Not" more blood coming out of the wound, and even more on the blade "A" :slice: "Gay" another cut to his wrist, "Fucking", then the final cut, "Fag!" His arm was now raw and bloody, and there were seven brightly bleeding new cuts on his wrist. He looked at them in admonishment. "I did good!" He reassured himself, thinking that punishing himself was a good thing.
Draco wrapped his wrist in gauze until it stopped bleeding, then put a concealer charm on it, which he picked up from one of the girls at school.
He looked at the time, it was 3:45 pm, movie night started at 7:30. He still had to pick out his outfit, take a shower, eat dinner, put his make-up on, and then still get dressed and definitely rehearse, even though he knew what he was going to do by heart.
He went into his walk-in closet, to the way back, and found a trunk. Opening the trunk, he found inside, a black corset, black man –thong, black afro wig, nine-inch high heels, and a palette of make-up. He laid out his whole outfit on his bed, and put the shoes on the floor.
He went into his bathroom, and knocked on Harry's door.
Harry opened it.
"Hey neighbor." Draco said
"'Ello, what's up?" Harry asked.
"Are you going to need the bathroom for the next hour?"
"Umm, no, why?"
"I gotta get ready for movie night silly!"
"Should I be scared?"
"Very. See ya at 7:30!"
"'Kay, bye."
Draco shut the door and locked it. He took a shower, and combed his hair after getting out. With a towel around his waist, he sprayed this muggle spray on, called Axe. He sprayed it all over himself, though not a lot, it was too overpowering and you would choke if you put too much on. He went back into his room, and grabbed the palette of dark make-up he had. He dug through the bottom of his trunk for what he was looking for. After five minutes of searching he found the plastic bag full of Frank-n-furter's classic 'Boss' temporary tattoos. He skipped back into his bathroom with one of the tattoos, and the palette of make-up.
He sprinkled some water on his right bicep, and stuck the tattoo on. He waited the full minute, and then carefully peeled off the paper backing.
Already it was 5:00. He carefully put a concealing charm on his bicep, whipped on a pair of pajama pants, and ran out of his room still shirtless.
On Teen Movie Night, dinner was at 5, so the kids could still eat whatever junk they wanted during the movie.
Draco burst through the kitchen doors, panting.
"Smoking is catching up with me." He said in between gasps of air.
Why the fuck is everyone staring at me? Draco wondered.
Then he realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt.
Oh bloody hell, like they all haven't seen a guy shirtless before. Oh well, I hardly give a damn.
"Draco sweetie, where's your shirt? And why are you wearing pajama pants at five in the afternoon?" Narcissa asked.
"I just jumped out of the shower. I just threw these on, and since after I eat, I'm going to get changed, I didn't think to put anything normal on. Plus Tonks said we could wear anything we wanted to dinner."
"He's got a point. I did say that." Tonks interjected.
Draco ate his dinner rather quickly, and then asked to be excused.
He bolted up to his room, and took the concealing charm off his right arm.
Back in the bathroom, he put lots of black make-up on around his eyes. Black eyeliner, mascara, and eye shadow, the works. Then he slicked on a bright red lipstick.
He checked the time quickly, 5:59.
He would have to hurry of he was going to rehearse a little before hand.
Draco put the corset on, and tied it up. Then put on the black undies, the fishnet stockings, shoes, and for the final touch, a string of big pearls around his neck. Carefully he put the black wig over his white-blond hair. He looked in the mirror.
"I look damn better than the original." He said
Draco put a silencing charm around his room, so no sound could escape. He went over to his CD stereo system, and placed The Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack, in, closed the cover, he hit play, and then changed the track to five. Tim Curry's voice started to echo through the room.
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7:30 came and went and there was no sign of the youngest Malfoy.
"It's ten to eight! Where the fuck is Draco?" Ginny asked
At the exact moment Ginny said this, Draco Malfoy was prancing, yes prancing in 9 inch heels, down the stairs to the Entertainment Room, where the teens now sat on their favorite chairs and couches.
To Draco's advantage, the two pocket doors were closed. He quickly opened them, with a flick of his wrist, and strutted into the room, like he owned it.
"Hey everyone! Let's get to watching the movie!" Draco said calmly.
"Draco, what in the flying fuck are you wearing?" Fred asked.
"My costume for the movie silly."
"I see why you said I should be scared." Harry said
"It's all good when it comes to Rocky Horror, doll."
Hermione went up to Draco and smacked him across the face, not hard, just enough to get the point across.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" She exclaimed.
Ron went up to her, and pried her hand off of Draco's face.
"Sorry about that mate. She's got kind of a sugar buzz from all the cotton candy she's eaten in the past fifteen minutes."
"That's fine. Now where's the booze?" Draco asked
"Next to the pile of Twix, we've got everything." Said George, holding up his glass of scotch.
Draco went over to the table and saw the small bottle of vodka. He skipped the glass, and downed half the bottle in one gulp.
I'm gunna need the booze if I'm gunna do this. The youngest Malfoy thought to himself.
The teens all surrounded the table of sugary treats, which Lupin and Tonks set up for them every Saturday night. There was Muggle and wizard Candy piled high. Including Ice Mice, Snickers, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Bernie Botts, Chocolate Frogs, York Peppermint Patties, Milky Way Midnights, and on the side, at least ten tins of Wintergreen Altoids. Also there was lots of sundae fixings, some being, ice cream, sprinkles, chocolate sauce, strawberries, marchino cherries, and to Draco's complete amusement, a whole bunch of bananas. He took one, peeled it, and ate it very slowly and seductively, seeing Harry's eyes grow very wide.
Everyone got the stuff that they wanted for the movie, and they all sat down. To Draco's happiness, Harry was going to drink lots of alcohol too. He had a tall glass of a small bit of coke, and lots of rum.
The drunker he is the better! Thought Draco.
Hermione popped in the DVD and hit play.
A pair of red lips came on the screen and started singing, "Michael Rennie was ill, the day the Earth stood still, but he told us where we stand…."
Every so often the lips would pause and grey over, and a name would be displayed in red blood dripping writing.
Draco sat right before the television screen, his eyes six inches away from the screen, sitting Indian style, which was not good if anyone passed in front of him, they would get a rather, compromising sight.
At last, Draco's cue. It was after the Trannies had fallen from doing the Time Warp so much, and after Brad asked the infamous question, "Say! Any of you know how to do the Madison?"
Draco took a deep breath, and gulped down the rest of the bottle of vodka, as the Dr. Frank-n-furter descended down the elevator shaft. He stood up in front of the screen and said every word in sync with the movie, playing in the back round. "How d'you do, I see you've met my faithful handyman." Sang the youngest Malfoy, taking Hermione's, then Ginny's hands, and then kissing them.
"He's just a little brought down because when you knocked he thought you were the candyman." Still, perfect sync, perfect tune, he'd done this routine many times in his bedroom back at the Manor. Singing, dancing, and even prancing in his room to the CD, memorizing every word to every song.
"Don't get strung out by the way that I look," Draco strutted over to Harry, taking him by the hand, and helping him to an upright position.
Here we are Draco, no turning back now, hopefully when we all wake up tomorrow, no one will remember anything. Lets do this, not like I haven't before. Draco smirked.
"Don't judge a book by its cover, I'm not much of a man by the light of day, but by night I'm one hell of a lover." Draco sang, putting his hand up Harry's t-shirt, stroking from the top of his chest, to where his low rise jeans began.
"I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania." He whispered into Harry's ear.
"So let me show you around, maybe play you a sound" He placed a chaste kiss on Harry's lips.
"You look like you're both pretty groovy." Draco placed both his hands on Harry's hips, and squatted down very slowly, then came up even slower.
"Or if you want something visual that's not too abysmal we could take in an old Steve Reeves movie." He sang, looking at the rest of the people in the room, all of them bug-eyed with dropped jaws.
On the screen, Brad came up, "I'm glad we caught you at home, could we use your phone? We're both in a bit of a hurry."
Janet said, "Right."
Brad then said, "We'll just say where we are, then go back to the car. We don't want to be any worry."
Draco started to sing again, while giving Harry a lap dance. "So you got caught with a flat, well, how about that? Well babies, don't you panic. By the light of the night when it all seems all right. I'll get you a satanic mechanic. I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania. So why don't you stay for the night? Or maybe a bite?" Draco pretended to nip at Harry's ear.
"I could show you my favourite obsession. I've been making a man with blond hair and a tan," He ran his fingers through Harry's messy hair. "And he's good for relieving my… …tension." He sang, grabbing the other boy's bicep and squeezing.
"I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania. HIT IT HIT IT!" Grabbing Harry's hand, and slapping Draco's ass with it.
"I'm just a Sweet Transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania."
He pushed Harry down on the ground. He took a deep breath, as he was about to say the most infamous line from Rocky Horror.
"So come up to the lab. And see what's on the slab. I see you shiver with antici...…. pation! But maybe the rain isn't really to blame, so I'll remove the cause, but not the symptom!" Draco finished, and then sat back down, like nothing ever happened. Applause was given from the others in the room, all except Harry. Who now sat on the floor stunned as all hell.
Did that just happen? Did I just get a lap dance from Draco Malfoy? And why in the mother fucking hell did I like it so much? Harry asked himself.
I wish I knew what was going through that head of his right now. Draco pondered.
Draco went over to the table of alcohol, and grabbed whatever sounded good. Coconut Rum, vodka, scotch, Peach and Peppermint schnapps. He began drinking out of each bottle. He knew it wasn't good to mix drinks, and knew he was going to feel like shit in the morning, but he wanted to drown out what he just did. He saw that Harry was downing his second bottle of Firewhiskey; he wanted to drown it out too.
After the movie, they all sat in a circle and talked. Of course most of Harry and Draco's statements were alcohol filled, and some times incomprehendable, but still it was funny. They all ended up falling asleep, or passing out in Harry and Draco's case, sooner or later.
The next morning Remus Lupin went down to the Entertainment Room to recover the teens. What he found shocked him. Fred and George cuddling with one another in one corner of the room. Ginny clutching a pillow underneath the snack table. Ron and Hermione spooning in a recliner. The worst sight of all for the werewolf, was Draco in a man thong, and nothing else, with Harry asleep in his arms.
Muahahahahah! A cliffie! Don't you all just love me! I'm so sorry to end it there though. I feel kinda bad for doing it to ya, but that'll pass very soon.
But good news, Some of Chapter 5 is already written, but not much, only about a page and a half, written. But since I'm nice and love all of you that read this, I'm going to give you the chapter title, and a bit of an overview, because Im cool like that.
Chapter 5: Shopping and Truth Or Dare
The teens go into muggle and Wizarding London for a shopping excursion. What will happen with a Dare in a certain store? Will Harry really do that to his body? And will Draco do it too?
Muahahahaha! Ive got lots of Yaoi ideas running through my head! Plus two more fanfics of mine are already in the works, a Kingdom Hearts- Riku/ Sora, and a Full Metal Alchemist- Roy/Ed
So look for those, and read them. I'll probably plug them here when they're posted anyways!
Oh yes, if you want to see a picture of Dr. Frank- n- Furter, just to see what Draco would've looked like, here's a link-
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