Sugar Plum Fifi, deux
Title: Sugar Plum Fifi, deux Fifi!Draco verse #39
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Fifi!Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): role playing, cross dressing
Word count: 295
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
★ Jae's Advent Drabbles #9 for iwao - Sugarplum Fairy
★ AdventDrabbles #9 - naughty or nice
★ dracoharry100 Christmas Challenge #9 - trimming/decorating the tree
★ slythindor100 25 Days of Draco and Harry #9 - plum pudding
Summary: Sugar Plum Fifi returns, in search of holiday loot.
Harry opened the front door of his flat and paused to draw in a deep breath. The flat was redolent with the scent of warm plum pudding. It was one of Harry's seasonal favorites, and he was immediately suspicious.
Harry hung his cloak and ventured farther inside. He halted again at the sight of his maid trimming the Christmas tree in the living room. It wasn't so much that Fifi was decorating for the hols that gave Harry pause so much as what his maid was wearing.
Fifi had donned the Sugar Plum fairy costume that Harry had purchased a couple of years previously. The pink and lavender teddy emphasized Fifi's blond hair and pale skin. The stiff tulle ruffle was reminiscent of a tutu, and it wouldn't surprise Harry if his maid suddenly began dancing on tip-toes.
"I guess I have the answer to that question," said Harry.
"M'sieur!" cried Fifi, whirling to face Harry. "You startled me." The maid stretched to adjust the placement of a bauble. "What question has been answered, M'sieur?"
Harry caught a flash at Fifi's throat and smiled. His maid was wearing the diamond choker that had been a Christmas gift from Harry. "The question of whether I've been naughty or nice," said Harry, prowling closer. "I must have been a very good boy this year."
"You have been très naughty, M'sieur," sniffed Fifi. "I have been the nice one."
"Nice girls don't dress like that," Harry rumbled, reaching for his maid.
Fifi's feather duster appeared out of nowhere, and Harry yelped as the maid smacked his hand. "No touching, M'sieur," scolded Fifi. "At least, not until you 'ave given me my Christmas gift."
~tbc~