Fic: Inappropriate
Title: Inappropriate
Author: x_merlin
Prompt: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes holds birthday parties for children
Rating: R
Pairing: George/ Mystery person
Summary: George gets a surprise at the WWW Charity Show.
Warnings: Cross-dressing
Notes: Unbetad so all mistakes are my own. Feel free to point them out, concrit welcome. Again, this is slightly random. Sorry!
Inappropriate
George couldn’t help but wonder if this had been a spectacularly bad idea as he sat in the back of the darkened auditorium behind a large crowd of orphaned children, breathing heavily as he watched the man on the stage dance.
The black satin bodice clung to his body like a second skin, pinching in at the waist to give him the appearance of sinful curves. The shimmering fringe that dangled around the rim danced teasingly over his muscled thighs and swayed enticingly over his knicker- clad rear as he walked and his tanned legs were enclosed in fishnet stockings held up by garters at mid-thigh. A plume of black feathers flowed out like a waterfall from just above the swell of his arse and was complimented by similar feathers that formed the breast cups over his flat chest where a teasing V of flesh was exposed down his sternum. He wore simple, black satin fingerless gloves up to the elbows of his arms and his hair, magically lengthened, came to a wavy halt as it cascaded down to his bare shoulders. Kohl-rimmed eyes and lipstick-reddened lips and a pair of six-inch patent stilettos finished off the breathtaking ensemble. He looked as if he had just stepped out of a burlesque house and George thought fleetingly that the costume may have been a bit risqué for a children’s party.
But he couldn’t dispute how absolutely gorgeous the man looked as he sashayed his hips to the upbeat music, singing into the microphone in his gloved hand. The children loved it as the performer encouraged them to sing along, dance and generally enjoy themselves. It wasn’t often that underprivileged kids got to revel in some light entertainment and George was endlessly proud of himself for arranging this afternoon for them, in conjunction with Weasley’ Wizard Wheezes.
George himself was enjoying the show as well; perhaps a little too much. The erection he had got as soon as the man had stepped on the stage refused to go down and he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat in the shadows, hoping that none of the other chaperones had noticed his condition.
After almost an hour of torture and a large amount of exploding WWW products, the show finished, and George decided to step backstage to congratulate and thank the performer for his contribution tonight; he had been generous enough to do it and going to speak to him personally was the least George could do to express his gratitude.
As George made his way through the maze of corridors that connected the stage to the dressing rooms, he couldn’t help but wonder about the mysterious man. He had contacted George out of the blue, stating that he had seen the advertisement for the WWW Charity Show and was eager to contribute, free of charge. George had jumped at the chance; free was free and George was first and foremost a businessman. The man hadn’t attended any of the rehearsals, hadn’t even told George his name, making him more than a little apprehensive about the final product. He realised now that he shouldn’t have worried, the guy was a true professional.
Finally, George found his way into the small corridor of dressing rooms and walked briskly down to the end where a large star was stuck to the peeling brown door. He knocked and a voice answered from within.
“Who is it?”
“It’s George Weasley, owner of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. I was wondering if I could speak to you for a few minutes,” George replied.
“Sure, hold on a sec.” There was the sound of the lock being turned before the door opened and George was greeted by the sight of the man, still in heavy make-up, but wearing only a pair of skimpy black boxers. George coughed nervously and shifted his weight, his arousal increasing ten-fold.
“Hello, I just wanted to thank you for the performance. It was most enjoyable,” George said in his business voice. His family had been most surprised the first time they had heard him use it, not used to hearing him sound so mature and sophisticated. Contrary to popular belief, George knew how to behave... sometimes.
“Oh, it’s my pleasure. Would you like to come in?” The man smiled at him winningly and George felt warmth pool in his belly. The man was even better looking close up and George unrepentantly took the chance to admire his arse as the man led him into the small dressing room. It was quite bare, with only the dressing table, mirror, chair and a small couch. The man’s costume hung on a rail across the opposite wall next to what must have been his everyday clothes. On the dressing table were cosmetics, his gloves and the man’s wand. George thought absently that the wand looked familiar before he was distracted by the sight of the dark-haired man stretching deliciously in front of him.
He yawned. “Sorry, just a bit worn out. Have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the couch.
George nodded and sat down on the sagging seat as the man himself turned the chair around to face George and sat down.
George grinned. “I’m not surprised, what with all that gyrating you did today. Bit inappropriate for a children’s show maybe?”
The man laughed. “Maybe, but I think a few people enjoyed it,” he sent George a smouldering look and the red-haired man started, wondering how he possibly could have seen him from the stage.
He coughed again. “Yes, well, it was certainly a sight to see. I love the unusual, myself.”
“Oh, I know,” the man said with a smirk that made George frown.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“I dare say you do,” was the non-committal reply. George stared at him blankly, waiting for him to elaborate. The man grinned. “Come on, Georgie-Boy, surely you recognise me.”
When George continued to look confused, he sighed and reached for his wand. One quick wave of it over his body and he was turned into-
“Harry?” George yelled, standing up in shock.
Harry snorted and burst into laughter, also rising to his feet.
“That’s right. How does it feel to be well and truly pranked, Mr Weasley?”
“Bloody weird!” George yelled again, his voice an octave higher than normal.
“Good,” Harry said with relish, “I’ve been planning this for ages but I have to say it turned out much better than I expected. Didn’t realise you had such a thing for cross-dressing George,” Harry teased with a wink.
“Oh my god!” George squeaked. “You bloody got me horny!”
Harry giggled as George groaned, mortified, blushing Weasley red as he buried his face in his hands.
“Yes I did,” Harry laughed as he started flexing, showing off the hard planes of his body and the muscles of his arms. He hummed lightly, setting his movements to the tune and grinned when George’s fingers parted slightly so that he could watch him from between them.
George felt the breath leave him and the sight. How had he never noticed how hot Harry was?
After a few minutes, Harry relented and stopped with a laugh.
George dropped his hands and placed them on his hip. “I can’t believe you did this to me Harry Potter! You’re supposed to be a hero. That doesn’t include going around and playing on the sensibilities of innocent businessmen,” George admonished.
Harry snorted. “You, an innocent businessman? Besides, I did a bit for charity too, didn’t I? The kids seemed to like me.”
“Yeah, how exactly did you do that? I didn’t know you could sing and I know you can’t dance,” George asked with a frown.
“Ah, a true prankster never reveals his secrets, you know that, George!”
George growled and pounced at the younger man who yelped and jumped out the way in the nick of time, leaping across to the other side of the room.
“You come back here, Potter. Don’t make me do something I’ll regret,” he said menacingly. Harry stuck his tongue out at him childishly and gave him an expectant look.
George slowly began to stalk towards him, step by step, before he took a sudden jump and brought them both crashing down to the floor, laughing hysterically.
When they regained control, George became aware of their position. Harry was on his back on the carpet with George lying on top, supporting his weight by his hands on either side of Harry’s head. Their legs were entwined, thighs pressed into each other’s groins. Their lips so close that they were sharing air.
George could smell Harry’s intoxicating scent as it filled his nostrils and he struggled with the urge to bury his nose in the man’s neck and inhale, to devour the taste. By the wildly-blown pupils of Harry’s eyes, the heaving of his bare chest and the distinct press of hardness digging into George’s thigh, he could tell the younger man was just as affected. George was overwhelmed.
“Why did you really do this?” he whispered, his lips so close to Harry’s that it seemed as if he swallowed the words. He gazed into the intense green eyes.
Harry gulped and clutched his hands into the front of George’s shirt. “I wanted to turn you on,” Harry whispered back as his cheeks flushed lightly.
“And why would you want to do that?” George asked without breaking eye contact.
Harry’s eyes fell closed and he turned his head away, “Because-because I love you.”
“Harry--- Harry, look at me,” George commanded softly.
Harry bit his lip and opened his eyes, slowly turning to face the other man.
“Do you-do you really?” George asked quietly. When Harry nodded, George let out a deep sigh.
“I can’t-I can’t say I feel the same, Harry,” George whispered to him and Harry’s eyes filled with tears.
“Harry-“
“No--,” he cut him off, voice thick, “It’s okay-I knew that.”
“Harry--- just because I don’t feel that way now, doesn’t mean I won’t ever. I would like the chance to try.” George smiled down at him, receiving a tentative one in reply.
“I can live with that,” Harry whispered back.
George grinned brightly. “Good,” he said as he placed a chaste kiss on Harry’s lips. “Now, where did you leave that corset?”
Author: x_merlin
Prompt: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes holds birthday parties for children
Rating: R
Pairing: George/ Mystery person
Summary: George gets a surprise at the WWW Charity Show.
Warnings: Cross-dressing
Notes: Unbetad so all mistakes are my own. Feel free to point them out, concrit welcome. Again, this is slightly random. Sorry!
Inappropriate
George couldn’t help but wonder if this had been a spectacularly bad idea as he sat in the back of the darkened auditorium behind a large crowd of orphaned children, breathing heavily as he watched the man on the stage dance.
The black satin bodice clung to his body like a second skin, pinching in at the waist to give him the appearance of sinful curves. The shimmering fringe that dangled around the rim danced teasingly over his muscled thighs and swayed enticingly over his knicker- clad rear as he walked and his tanned legs were enclosed in fishnet stockings held up by garters at mid-thigh. A plume of black feathers flowed out like a waterfall from just above the swell of his arse and was complimented by similar feathers that formed the breast cups over his flat chest where a teasing V of flesh was exposed down his sternum. He wore simple, black satin fingerless gloves up to the elbows of his arms and his hair, magically lengthened, came to a wavy halt as it cascaded down to his bare shoulders. Kohl-rimmed eyes and lipstick-reddened lips and a pair of six-inch patent stilettos finished off the breathtaking ensemble. He looked as if he had just stepped out of a burlesque house and George thought fleetingly that the costume may have been a bit risqué for a children’s party.
But he couldn’t dispute how absolutely gorgeous the man looked as he sashayed his hips to the upbeat music, singing into the microphone in his gloved hand. The children loved it as the performer encouraged them to sing along, dance and generally enjoy themselves. It wasn’t often that underprivileged kids got to revel in some light entertainment and George was endlessly proud of himself for arranging this afternoon for them, in conjunction with Weasley’ Wizard Wheezes.
George himself was enjoying the show as well; perhaps a little too much. The erection he had got as soon as the man had stepped on the stage refused to go down and he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat in the shadows, hoping that none of the other chaperones had noticed his condition.
After almost an hour of torture and a large amount of exploding WWW products, the show finished, and George decided to step backstage to congratulate and thank the performer for his contribution tonight; he had been generous enough to do it and going to speak to him personally was the least George could do to express his gratitude.
As George made his way through the maze of corridors that connected the stage to the dressing rooms, he couldn’t help but wonder about the mysterious man. He had contacted George out of the blue, stating that he had seen the advertisement for the WWW Charity Show and was eager to contribute, free of charge. George had jumped at the chance; free was free and George was first and foremost a businessman. The man hadn’t attended any of the rehearsals, hadn’t even told George his name, making him more than a little apprehensive about the final product. He realised now that he shouldn’t have worried, the guy was a true professional.
Finally, George found his way into the small corridor of dressing rooms and walked briskly down to the end where a large star was stuck to the peeling brown door. He knocked and a voice answered from within.
“Who is it?”
“It’s George Weasley, owner of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. I was wondering if I could speak to you for a few minutes,” George replied.
“Sure, hold on a sec.” There was the sound of the lock being turned before the door opened and George was greeted by the sight of the man, still in heavy make-up, but wearing only a pair of skimpy black boxers. George coughed nervously and shifted his weight, his arousal increasing ten-fold.
“Hello, I just wanted to thank you for the performance. It was most enjoyable,” George said in his business voice. His family had been most surprised the first time they had heard him use it, not used to hearing him sound so mature and sophisticated. Contrary to popular belief, George knew how to behave... sometimes.
“Oh, it’s my pleasure. Would you like to come in?” The man smiled at him winningly and George felt warmth pool in his belly. The man was even better looking close up and George unrepentantly took the chance to admire his arse as the man led him into the small dressing room. It was quite bare, with only the dressing table, mirror, chair and a small couch. The man’s costume hung on a rail across the opposite wall next to what must have been his everyday clothes. On the dressing table were cosmetics, his gloves and the man’s wand. George thought absently that the wand looked familiar before he was distracted by the sight of the dark-haired man stretching deliciously in front of him.
He yawned. “Sorry, just a bit worn out. Have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the couch.
George nodded and sat down on the sagging seat as the man himself turned the chair around to face George and sat down.
George grinned. “I’m not surprised, what with all that gyrating you did today. Bit inappropriate for a children’s show maybe?”
The man laughed. “Maybe, but I think a few people enjoyed it,” he sent George a smouldering look and the red-haired man started, wondering how he possibly could have seen him from the stage.
He coughed again. “Yes, well, it was certainly a sight to see. I love the unusual, myself.”
“Oh, I know,” the man said with a smirk that made George frown.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?”
“I dare say you do,” was the non-committal reply. George stared at him blankly, waiting for him to elaborate. The man grinned. “Come on, Georgie-Boy, surely you recognise me.”
When George continued to look confused, he sighed and reached for his wand. One quick wave of it over his body and he was turned into-
“Harry?” George yelled, standing up in shock.
Harry snorted and burst into laughter, also rising to his feet.
“That’s right. How does it feel to be well and truly pranked, Mr Weasley?”
“Bloody weird!” George yelled again, his voice an octave higher than normal.
“Good,” Harry said with relish, “I’ve been planning this for ages but I have to say it turned out much better than I expected. Didn’t realise you had such a thing for cross-dressing George,” Harry teased with a wink.
“Oh my god!” George squeaked. “You bloody got me horny!”
Harry giggled as George groaned, mortified, blushing Weasley red as he buried his face in his hands.
“Yes I did,” Harry laughed as he started flexing, showing off the hard planes of his body and the muscles of his arms. He hummed lightly, setting his movements to the tune and grinned when George’s fingers parted slightly so that he could watch him from between them.
George felt the breath leave him and the sight. How had he never noticed how hot Harry was?
After a few minutes, Harry relented and stopped with a laugh.
George dropped his hands and placed them on his hip. “I can’t believe you did this to me Harry Potter! You’re supposed to be a hero. That doesn’t include going around and playing on the sensibilities of innocent businessmen,” George admonished.
Harry snorted. “You, an innocent businessman? Besides, I did a bit for charity too, didn’t I? The kids seemed to like me.”
“Yeah, how exactly did you do that? I didn’t know you could sing and I know you can’t dance,” George asked with a frown.
“Ah, a true prankster never reveals his secrets, you know that, George!”
George growled and pounced at the younger man who yelped and jumped out the way in the nick of time, leaping across to the other side of the room.
“You come back here, Potter. Don’t make me do something I’ll regret,” he said menacingly. Harry stuck his tongue out at him childishly and gave him an expectant look.
George slowly began to stalk towards him, step by step, before he took a sudden jump and brought them both crashing down to the floor, laughing hysterically.
When they regained control, George became aware of their position. Harry was on his back on the carpet with George lying on top, supporting his weight by his hands on either side of Harry’s head. Their legs were entwined, thighs pressed into each other’s groins. Their lips so close that they were sharing air.
George could smell Harry’s intoxicating scent as it filled his nostrils and he struggled with the urge to bury his nose in the man’s neck and inhale, to devour the taste. By the wildly-blown pupils of Harry’s eyes, the heaving of his bare chest and the distinct press of hardness digging into George’s thigh, he could tell the younger man was just as affected. George was overwhelmed.
“Why did you really do this?” he whispered, his lips so close to Harry’s that it seemed as if he swallowed the words. He gazed into the intense green eyes.
Harry gulped and clutched his hands into the front of George’s shirt. “I wanted to turn you on,” Harry whispered back as his cheeks flushed lightly.
“And why would you want to do that?” George asked without breaking eye contact.
Harry’s eyes fell closed and he turned his head away, “Because-because I love you.”
“Harry--- Harry, look at me,” George commanded softly.
Harry bit his lip and opened his eyes, slowly turning to face the other man.
“Do you-do you really?” George asked quietly. When Harry nodded, George let out a deep sigh.
“I can’t-I can’t say I feel the same, Harry,” George whispered to him and Harry’s eyes filled with tears.
“Harry-“
“No--,” he cut him off, voice thick, “It’s okay-I knew that.”
“Harry--- just because I don’t feel that way now, doesn’t mean I won’t ever. I would like the chance to try.” George smiled down at him, receiving a tentative one in reply.
“I can live with that,” Harry whispered back.
George grinned brightly. “Good,” he said as he placed a chaste kiss on Harry’s lips. “Now, where did you leave that corset?”