Fancy Dress
Title: Fancy Dress Fifi!Draco verse #31
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Fifi!Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sex, role playing, cross dressing
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1250
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for karennnk, who asked for Fifi!Draco
Summary: What does a French maid wear for a costume?
"Halloween was days ago, Harry."
"Ron and Hermione were busy then," said Harry. "That's why they're having their Halloween party tonight."
Draco frowned. He could think of a dozen things he'd rather be doing on a Saturday night. Even rearranging the cupboards would be preferable. "We don't have to go in fancy dress, do we?" he asked, fearing the answer.
Harry grinned in glee. "Absolutely," he enthused. "Hermione suggested I could dress as a vampire. What do you think?"
That piqued Draco's interest, although he'd much rather have vampire Harry all to himself. He nodded to his boyfriend. "I agree, you'll make a smashing vampire," he said.
Harry smiled in relief. He'd been afraid Draco would kick up a fuss and not want to go to the party. "What costume are you going to wear?" he asked.
Draco leaned back in his chair and looked thoughtful. Finally, he shrugged and said, "I didn't have time to think about it, so I reckon I'll have to go as Fifi."
Harry's mouth fell open and worked soundlessly for a moment before he managed to squawk, "You can't go to the party as Fifi!"
One of Draco's brows lifted. "Why not?" he drawled.
"Because...because," Harry sputtered, "then everyone would know about Fifi!"
"Don't you mean, everyone will know you're a deviant who makes his boyfriend dress up like a slutty French maid?"
Harry felt heat creep into his cheeks. The truth was, he simply didn't want to share Fifi with anyone. At least, not with anyone he knew. Harry couldn't stomach the thought of other blokes at the party ogling Draco in his French maid costume. Harry took a deep breath and tried for a reasonable tone. "I would like you to choose a different costume," he said.
Draco flapped a hand in Harry's direction, waving him off. "I don't have time to come up with anything else," he said. He stood up and walked away, adding, "I reckon I'd better shave my legs."
Harry ground his teeth so hard, he feared they'd crack.
~*~
Harry had been unable to argue further with his boyfriend; Draco had gone to "Fifi's" flat on the upper floor of their building, and Harry hadn't seen him since. Instead, he had reluctantly donned his vampire costume, and now he was biding his time, waiting for Fifi to arrive.
The door opened, and Fifi strolled in, wearing a long coat over black stockings and heels. The maid held a pink feather duster in one hand, while the other held the overcoat closed.
"Ah, Fifi," Harry said by way of greeting, green eyes narrowed. "You're just in time."
"In time, M'sieur?"
"Yes," said Harry. "I am going out tonight, and I require you to give the flat a thorough cleaning in my absence." He rocked back on his heels with a smirk. Take that, he thought triumphantly.
Fifi took up the gauntlet with a proud tilt of the chin. "It is after hours, M'sieur," said the maid. "I simply stopped by to announce I am going out tonight, and I may be late tomorrow morning."
Harry's smug euphoria vanished. "Where do you think you're going?" he snarled.
"To a party, M'sieur."
"What are you wearing?"
"That is none of your business, M'sieur."
Harry lunged forward and grabbed the edges of Fifi's coat, yanking it open. He gasped in dismay and desire.
Fifi was not wearing a typical French maid uniform. No, Fifi had gone one better. Underneath the coat was a red lace teddy that showcased Fifi's rouged nipples quite nicely. The maid's other attributes were thinly disguised beneath a filmy half-apron that barely skimmed the tops of Fifi's bare thighs. The maid's thighs were bared because Fifi's black silk stockings only came to mid-thigh.
"You're not going out like this," Harry wheezed, fingers tightening on the maid's coat.
"Non?" taunted Fifi.
It was the last straw. Harry bent his knees and drove his shoulder into his maid's midsection before standing up and hoisting Fifi over his shoulder.
"M'sieur!" screeched Fifi, long legs kicking uselessly in the air.
Harry paid no heed to his maid's protestations and flailing. He had only one thought in mind, and that was to fuck his sassy maid senseless. Harry strode to the living room and swung Fifi off his shoulder before pushing the maid face down over the back of the sofa.
"Bête!" hissed the maid, struggling to stand up.
Harry divested Fifi of the confining overcoat with a wandless spell, leaving his maid bent over the sofa, delectable arse wiggling in the air. Harry gave that arse a slap, earning another outraged shriek from Fifi. Harry reached between the maid's legs, finding the snaps that kept the scandalous teddy secure. He deftly undid them and flipped the back of Fifi's teddy up, exposing his maid's pert arse. Harry reached between Fifi's legs again, groping this time, and he smiled in satisfaction.
"You're just as eager for sex as I am, admit it," said Harry.
"Per'aps I was planning to have sex with someone else!" raged Fifi.
Harry's jaw tightened, and he gave his maid's arse another stinging swat. "Impertinent minx," he growled, attacking the fastening of his black trousers. Harry's cock sprang free, ready for action. He dragged a finger between his maid's legs, discovering slippery wetness that would aid him in his quest to assert his claim to Fifi.
"Open wide and say 'ah', Fifi," Harry crowed. An instant later, he plunged his cock into his maid's slick heat, groaning in delight. Fifi settled for a shuddering moan and an enticing hip wiggle. Harry rewarded his maid by smoothing a hand over Fifi's creamy arse, soothing the pink splotch where his hand had meted out punishment. Fifi almost purred in reaction. The maid stretched up and pushed back, urging Harry to thrust deeper. He complied, loving the sensation of sliding in and out of Fifi's tight channel. The maid's hand disappeared beneath the frilly apron, and Harry could tell Fifi was indulging in some shameless self-pleasuring.
It became a race of sorts to see which of them could climax first. Fifi beat Harry to the finish, but the sudden clench and grasp of the maid's inner muscles served to squeeze Harry's orgasm from him in a rush of shuddering heat.
"Draco," Harry moaned, emptying himself inside of his boyfriend's trembling body.
Draco had gone lax beneath Harry. "Let me up," he grumbled.
Harry moved his upper body back while maintaining their intimate connection. Draco levered himself upright and craned to look at Harry. He wore a semblance of a scowl, but the expression was ruined by the slumberous passion in his eyes.
Harry's cock softened sufficiently to slip free, and he stepped back completely with a sigh. Neither of them was fit to be seen in public in their current state. "Now what?" he muttered.
Draco turned around and tugged his lacy red teddy down, although he left it unsnapped at the crotch. "As I see it, we have three choices," he said. "We can clean up and go as we are, we can go without the costumes, or we can stay home and shag all night."
Harry considered the options for five seconds before replying, "There will be so many guests there, no one will miss us."