Malfoys Don't Wear Leather Part II
Title: Malfoys Don't Wear Leather
Author:icicle33
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter or any part of the Harry
Potter universe. I'm just obsessed with the characters and like to play
with them from time to time. Don't sue. Also, the character of the Vampire Lestat belongs to Anne Rice.
Pairings: DM/HG, PP/BZ and urequited DM/HP
Warnings: No warnings that I can think of except for silliness and Slytherin antics. This fic features a manipulative Pansy, a bossy and jealous Hermione, as well as
shy, but still snarky Draco, and a clueless and smitten Harry.
Summary: Draco loses a bet to Hermione, so she gets to pick out his costume for
Potter's Halloween Party. What happens when Draco shows up at Potter's
party after Pansy give him a bit of a makeover? A bit of Slytherin mayhem, of course.
Author's note: This fic was originally written for the
dramionedrabble community on lj for the October challenge. I expanded it from the original drabble of roughly 1500 words.
Also, this fic takes place in 2003, which is relevant to why a certain costume was
chosen. Enjoy.
Part II: Potter's Fabulous Costume Party
: : :
The party started at nine, but Draco wanted to be fashionably late. That's something he learned from his mother. She always liked to arrive late, so everyone would see her entrance. Well, there was no way that anyone would miss Draco's entrance tonight. Pansy had run home to get ready herself, so she abandoned him and forced him to show up to the party all alone.
Damn Hermione and her do-gooder ways. Of course, she had agreed to come early and help Potter set up and decorate. No, Draco was on his own; he probably should've Flooed over to Pansy's first, but it was too late now. Besides, Pansy had picked out his costume and gushed about how gorgeous he looked.
But that was just Pansy.
In truth, he felt ridiculous. He was dressed in tight dragonhide trousers and a sheer long-sleeved black shirt. He had insisted on wearing a black leather jacket over the sheer shirt; he claimed that he might get cold, but the truth was that he felt exposed. After all, he did have some standards. Besides the outfit, Pansy had also cropped his long hair to just below his collarbone and tousled it with
some hair product. Pansy claimed it gave him a just shagged look that everyone would fawn over, but to Draco, it just looked untidy-kind of like Potter's stupid hair. It was going to take some getting used to; he missed his long ponytail that he always kept neatly tied behind his
back.
But at least he had his shoes. Pansy had allowed him to wear his own pair of black Italian leather shoes instead of the hideous motorcycle boots she had picked out; of course, there was a price to pay. He had to compromise the rest of his dignity in order to wear his Prada loafers because she insisted on outlining his eyes with black kohl in exchange for the shoes. That girl is pure evil.
At first he had protested fervently, but enough damage was going to be
done to his reputation with this costume anyhow, so he figured he should just go all the way. The Vampire Lestat my arse.
Hermione will pay for this.
: : :
When he finally worked up the courage to enter the party, all eyes were on him. Perhaps it hadn't been the best idea to arrive so late; it was after ten and all the other guests had already arrived. Everyone was ogling him, and quite a few girls and even some blokes, were licking their lips and eyeing him as if he were a piece of a meat or some type of decadent dessert.
Draco had never been more embarrassed. Sure, he knew he was attractive; people had been telling him that all his life, but he was a Malfoy. Malfoys were handsome and clean cut; they were not eye candy and definitely not a 2 sickle rent boy the way he was now dressed. Once he heard cat calls, Draco was about to turn around and leave, but Pansy grabbed him by the arm.
"There you are, darling," she proclaimed louder than necessary; she held his arm in a death grip. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming. You look fantastic-the
fittest bloke here-just like I predicted."
Draco blushed at the compliment, and then Pansy leaned in and kissed him right on the lips as was their customary greeting. This time, however, the kiss seemed to last longer than usual. What was she playing at?
Draco panicked and scanned the room for his girlfriend; he didn't think she would appreciate him kissing another girl, even if it was Pansy. Luckily, she was nowhere in sight. He breathed out heavily and decided he needed a drink or five, but getting to the bar proved to be a rather daunting task. On his way to the bar, he was mobbed; a gang of former Slytherin and Ravenclaw girls were surrounding him. Did someone just pinch my arse? Not cool.
"Draco, Draco."
"Hi, Draco!"
"Wow, Draco! How have you been?"
"Owl me later, Draco. I'd love to catch up."
"Then owl me," another girl whispered into his ear and kissed him on the cheek. Draco's head was spinning; he was not used to receiving this type of attention.
"Leave him alone," a familiar voice demanded. The other girls gave him some space, and Draco looked up to thank his saviour; he was more than a little surprised to see it was Daphne Greengrass. Daphne was one of Pansy's closest girlfriends, but he had never been close with her. Back in school, Draco had a crush on Daphne, but she could never be bothered with him. She barely even acknowledged him now. What is going on?
"Hi Draco," she rasped, her voice sultry and more seductive than usual. She was still breathtaking with her dark red hair and vivid green eyes.
"Daphne-" he managed to choke out after a long pause.
"Long time no see," she said, a smug smile playing on her bright red lips. "It's good to see you." She looked him up and down and appeared to devour him with her eyes. "Really good to see you."
Then she leaned in and planted a kiss right on his lips; the kiss was a lot less chaste than the one Pansy had greeted him with earlier. He just stood there hands pasted at his sides and his whole body paralysed.
"Ahem," said a well-known voice behind him, as she violently cleared her throat. Fuck. I'm dead.
"Daphne," the voice continued, "would you kindly remove your filthy hands from my boyfriend?"
Daphne released Draco and scowled. Draco didn't know her very well, but she didn't seem like the type of girl that you could just order around.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Granger. I was just saying hello to an old friend. No harm done." Her vibrant eyes were scorching, pugnacious even, an obvious threat behind cordial words. Old friend my arse.
Hermione groaned loudly and dragged Draco away from his group of zealous admirers before he even had a chance to respond.
"Hi honey," Draco said innocently, desperately hoping that Hermione wouldn't kill him.
"Don't you dare-hi honey me, Malfoy. What the hell do you think you're doing?" Her dark eyes were blazing as she regarded him closely. "And what are you wearing!"
"Don't you like it? I'm the Vampire Lestat," he said and watched her frown deepen. "Pansy picked it out." He gulped.
"I'm sure she did. What happened to the costume that I picked out?"
"Um-well, it was kind of itchy and you never specified which vampire-you just said vampire."
Hermione sighed loudly and looked him up and down again. "I suppose that's true."
"Don't you like it?" he asked concerned. "Is it really that bad?" Draco looked down at the floor, attempting to hide behind his long fringe; he thought she would at least find the costume amusing.
Hermione sighed again. "No, I don't hate it." She ran her fingers through his messy hair. "I love the hair."
Draco blinked at her, his kohl lined eyes widening.
"You do?"
"Yes, I do. It's quite sexy, Mr Malfoy."
"It's Mr Lestat tonight," Draco drawled, a lascivious smirk playing on his lips.
"Oh really?" Hermione giggled and then leaned into give Draco a kiss on the lips, his third of the
evening. Blimey-he was having a good night!
"And who are you supposed to be?" he asked, studying her costume. She was wearing a skin-tight black pleather unitard and cat ears. It was strange, but she looked stunning.
"She's Catwoman," an unfamiliar voice interjected.
"What?" Draco looked up to scorn his intruder and almost laughed when he saw a mummy.
"And you are?" he drawled, his voice cold. What kind of freak dresses up like a mummy?
"It's me, Harry," the mummy replied. Ahh yes, that kind of freak.
"Oh, Potter. That's quite a costume. It suits you-I should say." He couldn't help but smirk at his former rival; Potter was just too easy. How that mess ever managed to defeat Voldemort will always remain a mystery?
"But you didn't even recognise me," the Potter mummy complained.
"Precisely," Draco drawled. Wow, Potter was extra slow tonight.
"Oh," Potter said, his face full of disappointment.
Hermione pinched his arm. She whispered, "Be nice," in his ear and then excused herself.
. . .
Draco was alone with Potter. Fuck. This must be my punishment for kissing Daphne. Figures.
Potter flashed him a goofy grin, and Draco had no idea how to respond. He didn't speak idiot Gryffindor.
"So, Potter-where's your other half?"
Potter looked confused. "You know the ginger one," he clarified.
Potter looked a tad less dejected and smiled at Draco again. He looked like a ridiculous besotted schoolgirl.
"He's out back," Potter replied, while playing with some of his mummy wraps. "He's flying with some of the other Gryffindors."
"Flying?"
"Yeah, they all came as a Quidditch team."
"Figures," Draco drawled. "You Gryffindors can't get enough of riding broomsticks." Draco sneered at Potter, but Potter just looked confused again. Boy was he thick.
"Yeah, I guess so. We just like team sports…that's all."
"Right."
The silence was excruciating; Draco had no idea what to say and Potter just kept grinning at him. Bloody pillock.
"Are you having fun?" Potter asked, his eyes full of concern.
"Tons."
"That's great, Malfoy! It's so nice that we get on now."
"Right," Draco replied dryly. Potter smiled at him shyly. Obviously, Potter didn't understand sarcasm either.
"So-Malfoy, you look great tonight." He opened his emerald eyes wider and looked Draco up and down in the same manner that the girls had done earlier. "You make a really great uh-uh-uh-"
"Vampire."
"That's what I meant!"
This must be what hell feels like. Somebody AK me now.
: : :
After what felt like hours, Hermione returned. There's no way she could still be angry with him. How could she subject me to Potter?
"Harry-do you mind if I borrow Draco for a second?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"Sure," Potter replied, although he looked disappointed. Potter is weird. Positively mental. There's no other explanation.
Once they were far away from Potter, Draco let out a deep breath. "Oh, sweet Merlin! You saved me," Draco moaned. "I think Potter just tried to hit on me. You know-for the saviour of the wizarding world, that bloke has no game."
Hermione chuckled loudly and rearranged the cat ears she had tied in her frizzy hair.
"Well, you do look hot."
"Not as hot as you, love," he said smoothly. "What happened to the French maid costume anyway? Not that I'm complaining. That cat suit, suits you quite nicely." He raised his eyebrows at her and smirked.
"Oh well, I thought about what you said. And you were right-a French maid costume was not me. It goes against all my principles," Hermione replied in her usual lecture voice, but then she returned Draco's devious smirk. "So-tell me all about this Catwoman. She sounds fascinating." Draco leaned in closer and placed a couple of discreet kisses on her neck.
She smiled at him again, a breathtaking, radiant smile, which he welcomed unlike Potter's lewd grins.
"Catwoman is an independent woman. She makes her own way in the world. And actually she's a villain."
"A villain, huh?" Draco asked, now intrigued.
She leaned in closer to Draco and put her arms around his neck.
"Yes. And I heard you have a thing for villains."
"Well, I am an evil Malfoy after all."
Hermione chuckled again, her cheeks flushed and her dark eyes beaming at him. Fuck, she's beautiful. How did I get so lucky? This time, Draco leaned in to give his girlfriend a not so innocent kiss.
"I love you, Ms Granger," Draco whispered, as he pulled her closer for another kiss. Hermione rewarded him with another devastating smile.
"Mmm, I love you too, Mr Malfoy."
Perhaps Pansy does know what she's talking about after all. And-did I just see Potter run out of the room crying? Oh, well.
~Fin
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Author's Note: Thanks for reading. = )
Author:icicle33
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter or any part of the Harry
Potter universe. I'm just obsessed with the characters and like to play
with them from time to time. Don't sue. Also, the character of the Vampire Lestat belongs to Anne Rice.
Pairings: DM/HG, PP/BZ and urequited DM/HP
Warnings: No warnings that I can think of except for silliness and Slytherin antics. This fic features a manipulative Pansy, a bossy and jealous Hermione, as well as
shy, but still snarky Draco, and a clueless and smitten Harry.
Summary: Draco loses a bet to Hermione, so she gets to pick out his costume for
Potter's Halloween Party. What happens when Draco shows up at Potter's
party after Pansy give him a bit of a makeover? A bit of Slytherin mayhem, of course.
Author's note: This fic was originally written for the
dramionedrabble community on lj for the October challenge. I expanded it from the original drabble of roughly 1500 words.
Also, this fic takes place in 2003, which is relevant to why a certain costume was
chosen. Enjoy.
Part II: Potter's Fabulous Costume Party
: : :
The party started at nine, but Draco wanted to be fashionably late. That's something he learned from his mother. She always liked to arrive late, so everyone would see her entrance. Well, there was no way that anyone would miss Draco's entrance tonight. Pansy had run home to get ready herself, so she abandoned him and forced him to show up to the party all alone.
Damn Hermione and her do-gooder ways. Of course, she had agreed to come early and help Potter set up and decorate. No, Draco was on his own; he probably should've Flooed over to Pansy's first, but it was too late now. Besides, Pansy had picked out his costume and gushed about how gorgeous he looked.
But that was just Pansy.
In truth, he felt ridiculous. He was dressed in tight dragonhide trousers and a sheer long-sleeved black shirt. He had insisted on wearing a black leather jacket over the sheer shirt; he claimed that he might get cold, but the truth was that he felt exposed. After all, he did have some standards. Besides the outfit, Pansy had also cropped his long hair to just below his collarbone and tousled it with
some hair product. Pansy claimed it gave him a just shagged look that everyone would fawn over, but to Draco, it just looked untidy-kind of like Potter's stupid hair. It was going to take some getting used to; he missed his long ponytail that he always kept neatly tied behind his
back.
But at least he had his shoes. Pansy had allowed him to wear his own pair of black Italian leather shoes instead of the hideous motorcycle boots she had picked out; of course, there was a price to pay. He had to compromise the rest of his dignity in order to wear his Prada loafers because she insisted on outlining his eyes with black kohl in exchange for the shoes. That girl is pure evil.
At first he had protested fervently, but enough damage was going to be
done to his reputation with this costume anyhow, so he figured he should just go all the way. The Vampire Lestat my arse.
Hermione will pay for this.
: : :
When he finally worked up the courage to enter the party, all eyes were on him. Perhaps it hadn't been the best idea to arrive so late; it was after ten and all the other guests had already arrived. Everyone was ogling him, and quite a few girls and even some blokes, were licking their lips and eyeing him as if he were a piece of a meat or some type of decadent dessert.
Draco had never been more embarrassed. Sure, he knew he was attractive; people had been telling him that all his life, but he was a Malfoy. Malfoys were handsome and clean cut; they were not eye candy and definitely not a 2 sickle rent boy the way he was now dressed. Once he heard cat calls, Draco was about to turn around and leave, but Pansy grabbed him by the arm.
"There you are, darling," she proclaimed louder than necessary; she held his arm in a death grip. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming. You look fantastic-the
fittest bloke here-just like I predicted."
Draco blushed at the compliment, and then Pansy leaned in and kissed him right on the lips as was their customary greeting. This time, however, the kiss seemed to last longer than usual. What was she playing at?
Draco panicked and scanned the room for his girlfriend; he didn't think she would appreciate him kissing another girl, even if it was Pansy. Luckily, she was nowhere in sight. He breathed out heavily and decided he needed a drink or five, but getting to the bar proved to be a rather daunting task. On his way to the bar, he was mobbed; a gang of former Slytherin and Ravenclaw girls were surrounding him. Did someone just pinch my arse? Not cool.
"Draco, Draco."
"Hi, Draco!"
"Wow, Draco! How have you been?"
"Owl me later, Draco. I'd love to catch up."
"Then owl me," another girl whispered into his ear and kissed him on the cheek. Draco's head was spinning; he was not used to receiving this type of attention.
"Leave him alone," a familiar voice demanded. The other girls gave him some space, and Draco looked up to thank his saviour; he was more than a little surprised to see it was Daphne Greengrass. Daphne was one of Pansy's closest girlfriends, but he had never been close with her. Back in school, Draco had a crush on Daphne, but she could never be bothered with him. She barely even acknowledged him now. What is going on?
"Hi Draco," she rasped, her voice sultry and more seductive than usual. She was still breathtaking with her dark red hair and vivid green eyes.
"Daphne-" he managed to choke out after a long pause.
"Long time no see," she said, a smug smile playing on her bright red lips. "It's good to see you." She looked him up and down and appeared to devour him with her eyes. "Really good to see you."
Then she leaned in and planted a kiss right on his lips; the kiss was a lot less chaste than the one Pansy had greeted him with earlier. He just stood there hands pasted at his sides and his whole body paralysed.
"Ahem," said a well-known voice behind him, as she violently cleared her throat. Fuck. I'm dead.
"Daphne," the voice continued, "would you kindly remove your filthy hands from my boyfriend?"
Daphne released Draco and scowled. Draco didn't know her very well, but she didn't seem like the type of girl that you could just order around.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Granger. I was just saying hello to an old friend. No harm done." Her vibrant eyes were scorching, pugnacious even, an obvious threat behind cordial words. Old friend my arse.
Hermione groaned loudly and dragged Draco away from his group of zealous admirers before he even had a chance to respond.
"Hi honey," Draco said innocently, desperately hoping that Hermione wouldn't kill him.
"Don't you dare-hi honey me, Malfoy. What the hell do you think you're doing?" Her dark eyes were blazing as she regarded him closely. "And what are you wearing!"
"Don't you like it? I'm the Vampire Lestat," he said and watched her frown deepen. "Pansy picked it out." He gulped.
"I'm sure she did. What happened to the costume that I picked out?"
"Um-well, it was kind of itchy and you never specified which vampire-you just said vampire."
Hermione sighed loudly and looked him up and down again. "I suppose that's true."
"Don't you like it?" he asked concerned. "Is it really that bad?" Draco looked down at the floor, attempting to hide behind his long fringe; he thought she would at least find the costume amusing.
Hermione sighed again. "No, I don't hate it." She ran her fingers through his messy hair. "I love the hair."
Draco blinked at her, his kohl lined eyes widening.
"You do?"
"Yes, I do. It's quite sexy, Mr Malfoy."
"It's Mr Lestat tonight," Draco drawled, a lascivious smirk playing on his lips.
"Oh really?" Hermione giggled and then leaned into give Draco a kiss on the lips, his third of the
evening. Blimey-he was having a good night!
"And who are you supposed to be?" he asked, studying her costume. She was wearing a skin-tight black pleather unitard and cat ears. It was strange, but she looked stunning.
"She's Catwoman," an unfamiliar voice interjected.
"What?" Draco looked up to scorn his intruder and almost laughed when he saw a mummy.
"And you are?" he drawled, his voice cold. What kind of freak dresses up like a mummy?
"It's me, Harry," the mummy replied. Ahh yes, that kind of freak.
"Oh, Potter. That's quite a costume. It suits you-I should say." He couldn't help but smirk at his former rival; Potter was just too easy. How that mess ever managed to defeat Voldemort will always remain a mystery?
"But you didn't even recognise me," the Potter mummy complained.
"Precisely," Draco drawled. Wow, Potter was extra slow tonight.
"Oh," Potter said, his face full of disappointment.
Hermione pinched his arm. She whispered, "Be nice," in his ear and then excused herself.
. . .
Draco was alone with Potter. Fuck. This must be my punishment for kissing Daphne. Figures.
Potter flashed him a goofy grin, and Draco had no idea how to respond. He didn't speak idiot Gryffindor.
"So, Potter-where's your other half?"
Potter looked confused. "You know the ginger one," he clarified.
Potter looked a tad less dejected and smiled at Draco again. He looked like a ridiculous besotted schoolgirl.
"He's out back," Potter replied, while playing with some of his mummy wraps. "He's flying with some of the other Gryffindors."
"Flying?"
"Yeah, they all came as a Quidditch team."
"Figures," Draco drawled. "You Gryffindors can't get enough of riding broomsticks." Draco sneered at Potter, but Potter just looked confused again. Boy was he thick.
"Yeah, I guess so. We just like team sports…that's all."
"Right."
The silence was excruciating; Draco had no idea what to say and Potter just kept grinning at him. Bloody pillock.
"Are you having fun?" Potter asked, his eyes full of concern.
"Tons."
"That's great, Malfoy! It's so nice that we get on now."
"Right," Draco replied dryly. Potter smiled at him shyly. Obviously, Potter didn't understand sarcasm either.
"So-Malfoy, you look great tonight." He opened his emerald eyes wider and looked Draco up and down in the same manner that the girls had done earlier. "You make a really great uh-uh-uh-"
"Vampire."
"That's what I meant!"
This must be what hell feels like. Somebody AK me now.
: : :
After what felt like hours, Hermione returned. There's no way she could still be angry with him. How could she subject me to Potter?
"Harry-do you mind if I borrow Draco for a second?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"Sure," Potter replied, although he looked disappointed. Potter is weird. Positively mental. There's no other explanation.
Once they were far away from Potter, Draco let out a deep breath. "Oh, sweet Merlin! You saved me," Draco moaned. "I think Potter just tried to hit on me. You know-for the saviour of the wizarding world, that bloke has no game."
Hermione chuckled loudly and rearranged the cat ears she had tied in her frizzy hair.
"Well, you do look hot."
"Not as hot as you, love," he said smoothly. "What happened to the French maid costume anyway? Not that I'm complaining. That cat suit, suits you quite nicely." He raised his eyebrows at her and smirked.
"Oh well, I thought about what you said. And you were right-a French maid costume was not me. It goes against all my principles," Hermione replied in her usual lecture voice, but then she returned Draco's devious smirk. "So-tell me all about this Catwoman. She sounds fascinating." Draco leaned in closer and placed a couple of discreet kisses on her neck.
She smiled at him again, a breathtaking, radiant smile, which he welcomed unlike Potter's lewd grins.
"Catwoman is an independent woman. She makes her own way in the world. And actually she's a villain."
"A villain, huh?" Draco asked, now intrigued.
She leaned in closer to Draco and put her arms around his neck.
"Yes. And I heard you have a thing for villains."
"Well, I am an evil Malfoy after all."
Hermione chuckled again, her cheeks flushed and her dark eyes beaming at him. Fuck, she's beautiful. How did I get so lucky? This time, Draco leaned in to give his girlfriend a not so innocent kiss.
"I love you, Ms Granger," Draco whispered, as he pulled her closer for another kiss. Hermione rewarded him with another devastating smile.
"Mmm, I love you too, Mr Malfoy."
Perhaps Pansy does know what she's talking about after all. And-did I just see Potter run out of the room crying? Oh, well.
~Fin
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Author's Note: Thanks for reading. = )