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On the Subject of Crashes and Breakdowns...
I had a good day overall, I guess. Wrote a response to a challenge this morning, printed it out and asked a friend to beta for me in school. After school, some of us went to eat at Souplantation, then left for Ray's house to watch Pretear. Came home, babysat, and now I have to seriously study for my Finals.
Navi gave me a fright when she refused to start up in my choir class. I had finished the finals and Carrie wanted to hear the song I chose for Desert Cabaret, so she sat before Navi- and Navi wouldn't start up. I freaked out, thinking that she crashed again and I had lost all my half-done stories that I hadn't yet uploaded to the internet. But afterwards at Souplantation, she loaded up just fine. I guess she just doesn't like the company in choir.
Blah. She's definately getting cheeky on me.
Right. Here's the small ficlet I wrote this morning as a response to the fishnets challenge from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
andropotterist with crossdressing!Harry, bondage!Harry, and secret-fangirl!Hermione. Yes, this is a Harry/Draco ficlet.
Title: Never Go Through Parvati's Closet
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Length: 1006 words
Summary: Harry promised Hermione good grades, but comes up short. Hermione owes Harry's boyfriend Draco a favor. Draco loves fishnets.
Author's Notes: For the fishnets challenge! I got a little carried away with this, so there's crossdressing and bondage hints. Had started at as H/Hr, but then I changed my mind. XD Sorry if this went too fast, as Harry's character seems to suddenly change in the end.
“Tell me again why I have to be doing this?” Harry asked with a slight hint of hysteria in his voice. He was currently sitting on Hermione’s bed, twitching whenever he heard his best friend rummaging around in her closet (yes, the girls’ dorms actually had closets. Go figure.) It would be alright if only she stuck to her own clothes, since Hermione’s tastes were pretty moderate when it came to clothing. The muggle world had pretty androgynous clothes nowadays, and Harry and Hermione both had very simple tastes. Or in Harry’s case, no sense in fashion at all.
But she was going through Parvati's clothing. Which was why Harry was starting to panic.
“You are doing this,” Hermione explained patiently from behind the door of the closet, throwing out another article of clothing to the bed, barely missing Harry be inches (and only because he cringed back) “because you swore that you would get at least an ‘E’ for the next Transfiguration test, which you didn’t, but said that- and I quote, ‘you can even dress me up as a girl if I don’t make it!’”
Now Harry was really regretting his mouth running away on him.
‘Ah-ha!’ came the distant and ruffled voice of Hermione as she nearly tripped over something in the large closet she shared with Lavender and Parvati. A few seconds later, a rumpled and disgruntled girl emerged from the depths of that small room filled with clothes (How was it that Harry had never believed in monsters in the closet before now?) bearing an armful of clothing.
“I should be lucky that Parvati has such wild tastes.” Hermione was beaming, making poor Harry itch just to dash out and leave her behind until she forgot about this entire incident. His green eyes caught a hint of stretched black on the top of the pile, and despite his horror (or maybe because of it- who knows? He always seemed to charge into situations that scared him shitless), he reached out to pick it up.
“What in Merlin’s name…”
Hermione grinned. “Fishnets, my dear Harriet!”
“Can’t I at least have a coat or something?”
“You already have on a coat.”
“This… thing does not count as a coat! A robe would be nice… I look like a prostitute!”
Hermione whirled around, only to see Harry hiding behind a corner, eyes darkened with eyeliner peeking out at her. She was quite miffed with him, to be quite honest. Not because of his whining (although it was starting to get on her nerves as well) but because Harry had managed too look entirely too pretty to compare.
It was very unfair.
“You do not look like a prostitute.” Hermione said evenly. “You look like… well, you look like a model from one of those magazines that Parvati read.” By heavens above, Parvati reads the strangest things.
“Yeah… one of those bondage magazines!”
Even as Hermione tried to hide a snicker, she knew it was true. Even with him hiding, she could see a peek of the shiny black vinyl miniskirt that she had found in the deepest part of her closet, poofed up by layers of black lace underneath.
She hadn’t realized how Harry would look when she first started. In fact, that wasn’t the look that she had first aimed for. But… well, given the right model, she just went with the flow after a few minutes.
Draco was one lucky bastard, she decided. He was lucky that she had owed him a favor… but after this, he definitely owed her.
And she would like a dressed up Ron delivered like this to her, please.
“You don’t need a coat.” She told him. “We’re here, anyway.” With that, she grabbed the peek of skirt and dragged Harry over to a door, making him follow if he didn’t want to be exposed in the hall. With a quick knock and then opening the door, Hermione shoved Harry through the barrier and ignored the yelp of protest her best friend gave before shutting the threshold with an ominous ‘click’.
Inside the room, Draco Malfoy had been doing his homework, wondering about the ‘surprise’ that Hermione Granger had told him about. He barely heard the knock on the door before looking up to see a personal fantasy of his.
Harry Potter. Those green eyes had to be those of his boyfriend’s. But… those eyes were lined with kohl that was smudged a bit more on the eyelids. Looking a little higher, Draco could see slightly damp hair that hung in tendrils around Harry’s face. (Hermione had used a spell so that it wouldn’t dry any more than that.) Those beautiful pink lips had been rouged a dark red, and a spiked collar rested against Harry’s neck.
Draco allowed his eyes to wander lower with appreciation. A fishnet shirt startled directly under the collar and disappeared under the line of black, decorated leather top and elbow length black leather gloves. There was also a deep red corset that gave the boy an artificial waistline. Blow (oops, Draco thought with amusement. It was below) that was a shiny vinyl miniskirt that barely reached the end of Harry’s slim hips and had layers upon layers of black lace underneath. A pair of fishnet clad legs started from under the skirt and disappeared into knee-high bitch boots with a heel of at least five inches.
Draco looked up again. Yup. Short little Harry Potter was now taller than him.
Seeing the hungry look that the blonde Slytherin was giving him, Harry’s nervousness suddenly disappeared. Green eyes watched as Draco came up to him and tried to kiss him, before Harry pushed him away with the leather gloves he wore.
The Slytherin sputtered as he hit the wall rather ungracefully, and looked up at Harry as the leather-and-fishnet clad boy approached.
“Oh, no,” Harry said as his darkened lips turned upwards to a wicked smile. “I’m in control now. On your knees now, Malfoy… if you know what’s good for you.”
Gah. I should go study for Enviro now. *stabs finals week violently* All this stress and PMS is finally getting to me.
Navi gave me a fright when she refused to start up in my choir class. I had finished the finals and Carrie wanted to hear the song I chose for Desert Cabaret, so she sat before Navi- and Navi wouldn't start up. I freaked out, thinking that she crashed again and I had lost all my half-done stories that I hadn't yet uploaded to the internet. But afterwards at Souplantation, she loaded up just fine. I guess she just doesn't like the company in choir.
Blah. She's definately getting cheeky on me.
Right. Here's the small ficlet I wrote this morning as a response to the fishnets challenge from
andropotterist with crossdressing!Harry, bondage!Harry, and secret-fangirl!Hermione. Yes, this is a Harry/Draco ficlet.Title: Never Go Through Parvati's Closet
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Length: 1006 words
Summary: Harry promised Hermione good grades, but comes up short. Hermione owes Harry's boyfriend Draco a favor. Draco loves fishnets.
Author's Notes: For the fishnets challenge! I got a little carried away with this, so there's crossdressing and bondage hints. Had started at as H/Hr, but then I changed my mind. XD Sorry if this went too fast, as Harry's character seems to suddenly change in the end.
“Tell me again why I have to be doing this?” Harry asked with a slight hint of hysteria in his voice. He was currently sitting on Hermione’s bed, twitching whenever he heard his best friend rummaging around in her closet (yes, the girls’ dorms actually had closets. Go figure.) It would be alright if only she stuck to her own clothes, since Hermione’s tastes were pretty moderate when it came to clothing. The muggle world had pretty androgynous clothes nowadays, and Harry and Hermione both had very simple tastes. Or in Harry’s case, no sense in fashion at all.
But she was going through Parvati's clothing. Which was why Harry was starting to panic.
“You are doing this,” Hermione explained patiently from behind the door of the closet, throwing out another article of clothing to the bed, barely missing Harry be inches (and only because he cringed back) “because you swore that you would get at least an ‘E’ for the next Transfiguration test, which you didn’t, but said that- and I quote, ‘you can even dress me up as a girl if I don’t make it!’”
Now Harry was really regretting his mouth running away on him.
‘Ah-ha!’ came the distant and ruffled voice of Hermione as she nearly tripped over something in the large closet she shared with Lavender and Parvati. A few seconds later, a rumpled and disgruntled girl emerged from the depths of that small room filled with clothes (How was it that Harry had never believed in monsters in the closet before now?) bearing an armful of clothing.
“I should be lucky that Parvati has such wild tastes.” Hermione was beaming, making poor Harry itch just to dash out and leave her behind until she forgot about this entire incident. His green eyes caught a hint of stretched black on the top of the pile, and despite his horror (or maybe because of it- who knows? He always seemed to charge into situations that scared him shitless), he reached out to pick it up.
“What in Merlin’s name…”
Hermione grinned. “Fishnets, my dear Harriet!”
“Can’t I at least have a coat or something?”
“You already have on a coat.”
“This… thing does not count as a coat! A robe would be nice… I look like a prostitute!”
Hermione whirled around, only to see Harry hiding behind a corner, eyes darkened with eyeliner peeking out at her. She was quite miffed with him, to be quite honest. Not because of his whining (although it was starting to get on her nerves as well) but because Harry had managed too look entirely too pretty to compare.
It was very unfair.
“You do not look like a prostitute.” Hermione said evenly. “You look like… well, you look like a model from one of those magazines that Parvati read.” By heavens above, Parvati reads the strangest things.
“Yeah… one of those bondage magazines!”
Even as Hermione tried to hide a snicker, she knew it was true. Even with him hiding, she could see a peek of the shiny black vinyl miniskirt that she had found in the deepest part of her closet, poofed up by layers of black lace underneath.
She hadn’t realized how Harry would look when she first started. In fact, that wasn’t the look that she had first aimed for. But… well, given the right model, she just went with the flow after a few minutes.
Draco was one lucky bastard, she decided. He was lucky that she had owed him a favor… but after this, he definitely owed her.
And she would like a dressed up Ron delivered like this to her, please.
“You don’t need a coat.” She told him. “We’re here, anyway.” With that, she grabbed the peek of skirt and dragged Harry over to a door, making him follow if he didn’t want to be exposed in the hall. With a quick knock and then opening the door, Hermione shoved Harry through the barrier and ignored the yelp of protest her best friend gave before shutting the threshold with an ominous ‘click’.
Inside the room, Draco Malfoy had been doing his homework, wondering about the ‘surprise’ that Hermione Granger had told him about. He barely heard the knock on the door before looking up to see a personal fantasy of his.
Harry Potter. Those green eyes had to be those of his boyfriend’s. But… those eyes were lined with kohl that was smudged a bit more on the eyelids. Looking a little higher, Draco could see slightly damp hair that hung in tendrils around Harry’s face. (Hermione had used a spell so that it wouldn’t dry any more than that.) Those beautiful pink lips had been rouged a dark red, and a spiked collar rested against Harry’s neck.
Draco allowed his eyes to wander lower with appreciation. A fishnet shirt startled directly under the collar and disappeared under the line of black, decorated leather top and elbow length black leather gloves. There was also a deep red corset that gave the boy an artificial waistline. Blow (oops, Draco thought with amusement. It was below) that was a shiny vinyl miniskirt that barely reached the end of Harry’s slim hips and had layers upon layers of black lace underneath. A pair of fishnet clad legs started from under the skirt and disappeared into knee-high bitch boots with a heel of at least five inches.
Draco looked up again. Yup. Short little Harry Potter was now taller than him.
Seeing the hungry look that the blonde Slytherin was giving him, Harry’s nervousness suddenly disappeared. Green eyes watched as Draco came up to him and tried to kiss him, before Harry pushed him away with the leather gloves he wore.
The Slytherin sputtered as he hit the wall rather ungracefully, and looked up at Harry as the leather-and-fishnet clad boy approached.
“Oh, no,” Harry said as his darkened lips turned upwards to a wicked smile. “I’m in control now. On your knees now, Malfoy… if you know what’s good for you.”
Gah. I should go study for Enviro now. *stabs finals week violently* All this stress and PMS is finally getting to me.