dream • 015

[mudbloodhater]

Warnings • complete crack.
Effects • none. it's too ridiculous.

Draco glared down at his companions, hands planted firmly on his hips. Harry rolled his eyes, looking very bored with the situation, Mille seemed overly amused by everything, and Alice was just beaming up at him, Basil clutched in her tiny arms. It was a perfectly normal scene at first glance.

At second glance, one might realise that Draco was dressed in a short green dress, his hair pulled into short pigtails at the base of his head, Harry was wearing a gold headband, a red blouse, cut low enough to show off the complete lack of anything there, and a flowing skirt, and Mille was dressed only a bit more femininely than usual. Alice, of course, looked normal.

"Honestly, Harry, you can't even put effort into your appearance? This sort of thing is supposed to be a formal event!" Draco told Harry, scolding him in a falsetto version of his usual drawl. Harry rolled his eyes again, gesturing lamely to Draco's own outfit.

"It's not like you put that much effort in."

"You both look lovely," Mille interrupted, "So stop bickering." Beside him, Alice swung her legs, nodding her agreement.

"Basil and I agree - you're both very pretty. It's not that formal an event."

"But-" Draco began to protest, cut off by Harry holding up one hand.

"I'me prettiest princess in the whole land, Draco. Now shut up." Draco snapped his mouth shut, glaring daggers at Harry as his cheeks flushed pink and his mouth pursed. He crossed his arms over his chest, and Mille continued beaming.

"Now that that's all over..."

And so it was. Draco awoke with a start, blinking sleep from his eyes as he stared at the ceiling, completely confused as to precisely what had spawned a dream of that nature.

"Merlin, what...in the world prompted that?" Sneering his disapproval, he groped for his Dreamberry, smacking it until it clicked off.