A nurtured secret

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Jiz stained clothing and a trip for more.


“Hey, Dud told me you were…oh.”

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Harry and the strange head stared at each other, right in the eyes whilst slowly a blush infused Harry’s cheeks.

“Err…do you want me to leave…or?”

The stranger’s words having stirred him to action, Harry whipped his duvet round his hips and made a show of making sure he was completely covered.

He heard rather than saw the stranger venture in from behind his hair as the door creaked open and then shut with a quiet click.

“You really went for it didn’t you?”

Harry dared to raise his head a fraction to see him staring in bemusement as the stains on the mirror.

Quickly ducking his head again and with one hand keeping the duvet together, he snatched a tissue from a box on his side table and hurriedly swept forward to scrub the telling splashes from his looking glass.

Finally daring to look the stranger in the eye again Harry blushed and said, “I…um, I”

He trailed off, not knowing how to explain what he’d been doing save telling the
truth, and he simply could not do-

“You tried on some women’s underwear and had a wank.” The stranger finished off for him, lifting a bemused eyebrow.

“Um, tip for you, next time…lock the door.” He said before gazing round the bedroom and gesturing to the bed. “Can I perch?”

Harry nodded and watched as the stranger took a tin from his inner pocket and snapping it open procured an expensive looking cigarette.

After lighting it, he blew a long stream of smoke into the air and looked at Harry.

“Well give us a gander then,” He said pointing to the duvet, “Looked like some quality stuff.”

“Um,” Harry scratched his ear and shuffled a little, “It’s…it’s a little…soiled.”

The other boy threw his head back and laughed at that, “We’ll make a girl of you yet Hal, soiled…dear, dear. But no seriously, I can handle a bit of jiz don’t you worry, just give us a sneaky peak.”

Harry glanced down at the floor, and then before he could change his mind dropped the duvet.

He heard a whistle, then a tanned, slim fingered hand came up to stroke a clean suspender, “Finesse ay? Wow how’d you get away with buying these in there?”

“I told her they were for my girlfriend.” Harry said, darting his gaze up to see the reaction.

Another low whistle, “Well I’ll give it to ya mate, you’ve got balls, she’s a right cow in there. Anyway you’re obviously a novice at this stuff, probably the first time you’ve ever done something like this…am I right?”

“Yes.” Harry said fingering the lace at his waist.

“Right, well then I take it upon myself to teach you the tricks of the trade, I’m Bennie by the way, Bennie Stamford and no worries I know who YOU are.”

Harry glanced up in amazement, “Benjamin Stamford? THE Bennjamin Stamford? As in the Bennjamin Stamford that plays Chaser for the Tutshill tornados?”

Bennie shrugged, “Chaser second position actually but yeah that’s me, heard your not a bad seeker yourself.”

Harry shrugged, mimicking Bennie’s earlier movements, “Yeah, I’m not bad”

Bennie laughed again and poked Harry in the stomach playfully, “You know I like you, now get dressed before the others come in” He said moving towards the door, but before he opened it he stopped, and turned around.

“The world owes you a great dept Harry Potter; I at least would like to thank you properly.”

And with a slight inclination of his head, he left.

To Harry it felt as if the world was closing in on him, suffocating him with it’s darkness, clogging in his chest and erupting out of his throat in a tearful squeak.

“I don’t want thanks…please don’t give me thanks.”

***

Harry managed to get it together enough half an hour later to clean himself off and change back into his masculine outfit. After hiding the evidence of his earlier indiscretions under his pillow, he slowly made his way downstairs where appetizing smells and raucous laughter were floating out of the kitchen.

“Oh my god, yeah old whiskery ears took them off you didn’t he Kev? Wonder what he did with them in the end?”

Probably read them himself the dirty old perve, eugh I could never forgive him for that, a year’s porn stash. Gone, just like that!”

Harry nudged the kitchen door open quietly and stepped in.

“Alright Harry! Want some of this steak I’m cooking up? No worries it won’t hurt you, oh and while you’re waiting have a fag.”

Catching the box that Dudley sent sailing towards his head, Harry glanced around at occupants of the kitchen. Bennie was sitting down at the table, smiling at the antics of Dudley as he finished off his own cigarette and Clive was busy trying to throw cherry tomatoes in who Harry assumed to be Kevin’s mouth.

“Here Harry,” Bennie said patting the seat next to him and nudging a lighter across the table. Bending his head slightly he said in a low voice, “You alright? You were up there a long time!”

Harry nodded and sparked his fag, lazily watching Dudley dish up the steaks and trying really hard to fight down the mix of emotion bubbling in his chest.

“Here you are tossers, get that down you quick as you can, you know if you stay much longer you mums will have my head. How you both managed to get curfews I don’t know, your results were better than mine.”

“Sod’s law mate, sod’s law. We actually try in our exams and get bollucked anyway, you don’t give a shit and your parents bugger off for two weeks.” Clive said squirting a generous amount of tomato sauce on his steak and then attacking it with a fork. “ “‘Sides, doubt it’ll last long ay Kev?”

Kev nodded, too busy wolfing down his steak to take much notice of what was going on.

Bennie carefully cut into his steak and placed a miniscule bite on his fork, “Eugh, animals!” he said after surveying the other two.

The evening went on much in this fashion after that, Kev and Clive went home as soon as their steaks were gone, leaving Harry, Dud and Bennie to chat in the kitchen.

Harry discovered that Dudley and Bennie had met at a bar Bennie worked at some nights when Dudley was feeling particularly rebellious. He also discovered that Bennie was nineteen and that he and his cousin enjoyed indulging in conversations about the wizarding world although generally these talks consisted of Bennie talking and Dudley asking questions.

Harry suspected therefore that Dudley now knew just how Harry Potter figured in the wizarding world and what part he played in it.

Just before bed, Bennie caught Harry’s arm and whispered to him to be up early tomorrow because they were going on a little expedition.

***

Harry awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and relaxed. Usually he was terrible at awakening to his alarm, but today he didn’t seem to mind at all.

Throwing on whatever was nearest to hand and feeling a bit scruffy for it; Harry made his way downstairs to the smell of cigarette smoke and coffee.

Bennie sat at the table, casually sipping from his mug and making a list of some sort.

“Ay, alright Hal, pour yourself some coffee, never mind about breakfast we’ll grab some while we’re out, I know this lovely little place not far from here.”

Harry nodded and having made himself some tea, because he didn’t like coffee very much, sat down opposite Bennie and tried to take a sneaky peak at his list.

“No, no this is to remain a secret until such time as I deem it appropriate to show it to you,” Bennie teased pocketing the list and gesturing for Harry to drink up.

“Come on, we’ve a lot to do today.”

***

Harry found himself in a small café not twenty minutes later, sipping on a particularly good cup of tea and tucking into a full English breakfast.

“So Hal, you don’t mind if I call you Hal do you? It just might attract less attention than if I called you Harry in Diagon alley.” Harry nodded and Bennie continued, “Are you gay? Or is your interest just in women’s clothing?”

Harry blushed and ducked his head, “I’m not really entirely sure…um I’ve been wrestling with the idea for some time, I know I’ve had a couple of erm…unorthodox dreams. Are you gay?”

Bennie smiled, “No I’m afraid my interest lies purely in women’s clothing… on women and myself.”

Harry nodded and they continued to eat in pleasant silence until,

“Harry, about what you did-“ Harry swiftly held up a hand.

“Look I know you want to thank me for what happened and I know your interest must be thoroughly piqued, but I’d much rather we didn’t talk about it, if you know what I mean.”

Obviously Bennie didn’t from the look of confusion gracing his features, but he dropped the subject anyway and not long afterwards they paid the bill and left.

Bennie proceeded to lead Harry to a very well known location and Harry smiled as he waved to Tom in the leaky cauldron, remembering the first time he’d ever passed through the well known pub.

“So,” Bennie said as they stepped out of Gringots after having collected some money, “The way we’re going to play this is that I’m going to take you to a mate of mine who sells both muggle and witches clothing, then we’re gonna put you to the test by taking you Dud’s match tonight…dressed as a girl.”

Harry stared at him, “I-I can’t do THAT!” He said in disbelief.

“Oh you can and you will, now come on we’re off to get you a new wardrobe.”

Harry followed him bemusedly down the street as Bennie turned off down a small side alley and took them to a tiny little shop about half way down.

“Matt? Oy Matt I’ve got a customer for you!” Bennie yelled as they walked into the shop after Harry let his hair down at Bennie’s instruction.

A young man of about twenty wondered across from one side of the shop and perused Harry slowly.

“Bennie it’s weird enough you shopping here without you bringing your cross dressing friends in as well.” He chided.

“Oh come on matt! He’s willing to spend a lot of money in here, don’t chase him away.”

Matt smiled and then called for an assistant, “Celia! Your skills are required!”

Harry was directed over to the main body of the shop as a young, skinny boy with copious amounts of lurid eye make up came to meet him.

“Hello, my name’s Celia and I will be your personal assistant for today, it’s not often I get to exercise my skills on men you know, only Bennie really.”

“And a blindin job you make of it too!” Bennie winked from across the counter where he was chatting to Matt.

Celia blushed and hurriedly ushered Harry over to a section of the shop where dozens of tops were displayed.

“I always start here but of course when it comes to trying these on you’ll need a gel bra to go underneath. Now with your colouring and taking into account the latest fashions I think we’ll stick to browns and gold’s, some reds and of course the basic white.” He said gesturing to a nearby colour coded display.

“I will be able to have some other colours too right?” Harry said doubtfully.

“Of course I’m just creating a foundation to help get us started, now I think this one, red ruch boob tube, hip length, particularly flattering on your type of figure and… a cream satin camisole top size eight, you’re particularly slim you know.”

He carried on pulling down tops at random and soon Harry had a very flattering white ¾ sleeve blouse, a reddy/pinky woollen hoody that’s sleeves were actually longer than the top and a pink ribbed, cotton cami with white lace edging.

“Now take these to the changing room,” Celia said, adding a burgundy silk gel bra to the mix, “And I’ll start on your bottoms.”

Harry slipped into the changing room, pulled the pink curtain shut behind him, and simply stared at his reflection.

‘What an earth am I doing?’ He asked himself, before shrugging and hastily stripping, it was obviously better he didn’t think about it and just did it.

First he tried the boob tube on as he particularly liked the look of it. It sat snugly next to his skin and accentuated his figure perfectly he thought, turning this way and that.

Unfortunately the bra’s straps rather ruined the effect, as did his boxers but he found that on closer examination he could actually remove the straps and did so, though it was rather more difficult to keep the bra up that way.

Shrugging he re-fixed the straps and tried the shirt on next, marvelling at the way it cinched in tightly round his waist, emphasizing his fake breasts.

At this point Celia bustled into the changing room and tutted at the sight of his boxer shorts, “You’ll have to remove them, no worries I’ve seen it all before and I’ve got some panties to make it hygienic. Now keep that shirt on and try these with it.” With that he left on the mission of finding Harry some more skirts.

Harry obediently tried on the first thing that caught his eye, some loose, cotton, raw edged trousers that flared out at the bottom and which were a lovely heather colour.

Checking the waist band he noted that these were size ten and slipped them on. They weren’t exactly casual wear, but they’d be brilliant for slightly more formal occasions like a bar or something.

Putting them in his growing ‘to buy’ pile he looked at the other items Celia had selected. There were two pairs of jeans, which he immediately tried on, both were incredibly figure hugging and boot cut. One pair was a blinding white and the other were blue and faded out along the thighs and both went brilliantly with the hoody so all three went into the pile.

Having finished trying these on, Harry was just admiring himself in his bra when Celia waltzed back in.

“Short, flirty white ra ra skirt,” he said holding it up and then passing it to Harry, Harry waited for him to leave the rest of the clothes and go but he didn’t so, a little uncertainly Harry took the skirt and tried to hide the sight o his semi hard erection jutting through the leg of the netted pink leopard skin panties he was wearing.

But he quickly forgot this as he slipped on the skirt. It made his ass look fabulous and he loved how it bounced flirtily when he moved.

“But, what if I sit down and it rides to high, or I bend over or something?” Harry asked, frowning at the hem of the skirt.

“Hal, there are solutions for all those types of problems; this one’s called a disillusionment charm. Anyway don’t worry about that for now; I’d say that skirt’s a definite yes. Now try this one.”

He handed Harry a brown three tiered, full length skirt in embossed moleskin fabric and Harry privately wrinkled his nose at it.

His immediate reaction was that he absolutely detested it, but Celia was standing before him with such an excitable look in his eye that he couldn’t deny him so he slipped it on.

He had been right, it was utterly hideous and thankfully Celia thought so too judging by the look on his face.

“Right that’s a definite no then, ok…try this one then.” Celia handed him a red tartan ra ra skit with pleats in it. Looking at the label he noticed it was a miss sixty creation and frowned at Celia, “Are you allowed to sell other muggle labels here?” he asked in confusion.

“Of course, where else would people get them from? Anyway that’s the same size as the white skirt so I reckon that’ll fit you so don’t bother trying it on, now I’m afraid Bennie’s getting a bit antsy and we’ve got an appointed customer coming in, in about ten minutes who’ll take up all my time so I’ve booked you in for two thirty tomorrow and you can come back then to complete your wardrobe.”

Here he stopped and scanned the items in Harry’s to buy pile, and picked out the white ra ra skirt and the red ruche boob tube.

“However Bennie did specify that you needed an outfit for a boxing match tonight, it’s a casual affair so you don’t need to be too dressy, but you don’t want to be too casual either so this will do for now. Now come and choose some shoes.”

Harry followed Celia out of the changing rooms sending a last longing look to his clothes that were to be bagged and put aside for him to buy tomorrow with the rest of his completed wardrobe, but he couldn’t help but feel slightly excited at the thought of trying on shoes as they had always fascinated him.

They came to a section where there was row after row of shoes on shelves, lined up neatly side by side and some standing proudly on their own, Harry could only gawp in wonder as he stared at them.

“Now personally, my favourite label is faith simply because they do the most gorgeous designs and there’s SUCH a variety in their line!”

Harry just nodded, continuing to peruse the shoes as Celia babbled on about choosing red shoes ideally to go with the top.

Heeding this he wandered over to the section of red too burgundy coloured shoes and went to the row labelled ‘Faith’.

Immediately the perfect pair of shoes caught his eye, they were red with white polka dots and a thin white line round the neck of the courts with a medium sized stiletto heel…he had to have them.

“Oh they’re perfect and there half price this week, what size are you?” Celia gushed.

Harry told him seven and he hurried off to get them.

“Are you sure those are the ones you want? Practically speaking you’ve never walked in heels before and there could be problems.”

Harry turned and smiled at Bennie as he came up behind him, “I know but there so cool! Please I promise I’ll start practicing as soon as I get home so long as I can only wear them?!”

Bennie smiled bemusedly, “Course you can Hal, you don’t need to beg I was simply pointing out the practicality…you know I sense a submissive streak in you, if my feelings are correct your going to make somebody very happy one day.”

Harry frowned at this but had little time to ponder it as Celia came rushing back with his outfit bagged and ready.

“My customer is early so here’s your outfit, I’ve slipped some underwear in there and some samples of perfume, I’m sure Bennie will have any make-up you’ll need as I’m afraid we don’t sell it here, you can pay for it all tomorrow, now go!”

And with that he bustled away to greet a rather prestigious looking witch with no less than three house elves and a man servant trailing behind her.

Bennie quickly steered Harry out of the shop and in no time they were walking back down Diagon alley with the bag safely on Harry’s arm.

“Sorry about that it’s just that if some of their more elite clientele found out about this type of thing it could be disastrous.”

Harry nodded, not at all offended and followed Bennie to one of the outside tables of a restaurant.

***

It had been a really good day all in all, Harry thought happily as he stepped through the wall that lead into the little space at the back of the leaky cauldron and followed Bennie through into the pub.

Reflecting on his outfit he was just wondering if he should question Bennie about jewellery when a jet of emerald fire whooshed up from the grate in the pub, and out stepped one immaculately dressed Lucius Malfoy.

Dusting himself off and adjusting his cuffs the notorious ex death eater perused the club at haughty leisure.

Harry hadn’t realised he had stopped dead until he felt a tugging on his arm and he looked up to see Bennie staring quizzically at him and urging him on. He was about to dutifully follow when the sound of a smooth cultured voice stopped him dead once again.

“Mr Potter, what a pleasant surprise to encounter you here, shopping were we?” The aristocrat slid in smoothly before they could leave.

Harry turned to glare in hatred at the man who was politely waiting with an eyebrow raised in anticipation of a reply.

“I disagree Mr Malfoy, I would not call it a pleasant surprise, I would call it most unfortunate.” He said struggling bitterly to remain polite.

“Oh how disappointing, I would have thought you would have been bigger than that Mr Potter.”

Harry felt the anger lurch up at this, threatening to swallow him whole, so he turned to leave.

“How are you feeling after your heroic battle with the dark lord potter, sufficiently-“

Anger boiled and seethed insidiously through his veins, licking at his veins like poisonous flames, but Harry kept it at bay and with gritted teeth interupted without a backward glance.

“That’s none of your concern sir, as is the question of how you managed to evade prison none of mine, though if it were, you’d be in chains in the dankest cell I could find in that wretched place they call Azkaban, make no mistake. Good day sir.”

And with that he left, Bennie trailing awkwardly behind him.

The grey eyes that followed them betrayed nothing save for the slightest hint of amusement and perhaps a little…respect?

***`

I am so sorry peeps, this been such a hard chapter to write as you can probably tell and it took so long that I couldn’t get it up until now. I’m sorry if you find it lacking in some way but I do find shopping such a hard thing to write about, don’t ask me why. Anyway hopefully my next chapter shouldn’t take so long and I’ll see you all again soon. Toodles for now.

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