Dressed Up
Title: Dressed Up
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Ron/Dennis
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion, cross dressing
Word count: 350
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for kaellite, who asked for Ron/Dennis C, garter
Summary: Ron gets a surprise when he comes home early.
Ron let himself into the flat he shared with Dennis Creevey. He had been fortunate to find a place to stay after Hermione had kicked him out of their flat. The last thing Ron had wanted to do was return home to the Burrow at the age of twenty-three. Lucky for him, Dennis had been searching for a flatmate to share expenses.
Ron didn't miss Hermione as much as he had thought he would. The spark had been gone from their romance for some time, and Ron had begun to feel conflicted about his sexuality. Hermione had told him to sort himself out before he came back, but Ron was enjoying his new found freedom. In fact, he had left George's shop early today to come home and watch a Quidditch match on the telly. Hermione would have scolded him for being irresponsible. Dennis wouldn't care; he wasn't home yet, in any case.
Ron helped himself to a beer from the icebox and wandered into the living room. The match wouldn't begin for another few minutes, giving Ron ample time to visit the loo. He strolled down the hall and opened the door to the bathroom before stumbling to a halt.
"You're home early," squeaked Dennis.
Ron barely recognized his flatmate. Dennis was all dolled up in a pink corset and knickers. One of his legs was encased to mid-thigh in a white stocking, held in place with a pink garter. Dennis had the other foot on the toilet lid and was in the process of rolling a second stocking up his leg. His hair was teased, and he was wearing lipstick and eyeliner.
Ron's trousers grew uncomfortably tight, and he cleared his throat. "Where are you going, dressed like that?" he husked.
Dennis stood up straight but kept his gaze on the floor as he replied, "There's a club in Soho I go to when I want to...dress up."
"Do you go to pull blokes?" asked Ron.
"S-sometimes."
Ron was surprised by a sudden surge of jealousy. "Tell you what," he said. "Why don't you finish getting dressed up and stay home with me?"
Dressed Up 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Ron/Dennis
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion, cross dressing
Word count: 350
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for kaellite, who asked for Ron/Dennis C, garter
Summary: Ron gets a surprise when he comes home early.
Ron let himself into the flat he shared with Dennis Creevey. He had been fortunate to find a place to stay after Hermione had kicked him out of their flat. The last thing Ron had wanted to do was return home to the Burrow at the age of twenty-three. Lucky for him, Dennis had been searching for a flatmate to share expenses.
Ron didn't miss Hermione as much as he had thought he would. The spark had been gone from their romance for some time, and Ron had begun to feel conflicted about his sexuality. Hermione had told him to sort himself out before he came back, but Ron was enjoying his new found freedom. In fact, he had left George's shop early today to come home and watch a Quidditch match on the telly. Hermione would have scolded him for being irresponsible. Dennis wouldn't care; he wasn't home yet, in any case.
Ron helped himself to a beer from the icebox and wandered into the living room. The match wouldn't begin for another few minutes, giving Ron ample time to visit the loo. He strolled down the hall and opened the door to the bathroom before stumbling to a halt.
"You're home early," squeaked Dennis.
Ron barely recognized his flatmate. Dennis was all dolled up in a pink corset and knickers. One of his legs was encased to mid-thigh in a white stocking, held in place with a pink garter. Dennis had the other foot on the toilet lid and was in the process of rolling a second stocking up his leg. His hair was teased, and he was wearing lipstick and eyeliner.
Ron's trousers grew uncomfortably tight, and he cleared his throat. "Where are you going, dressed like that?" he husked.
Dennis stood up straight but kept his gaze on the floor as he replied, "There's a club in Soho I go to when I want to...dress up."
"Do you go to pull blokes?" asked Ron.
"S-sometimes."
Ron was surprised by a sudden surge of jealousy. "Tell you what," he said. "Why don't you finish getting dressed up and stay home with me?"
Dressed Up 2