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Adult ++
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53,879
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Secrets In Lace
Title: Secrets In Lace 1/2
Author: Annika von Rammstein
Pairing: HP/LM
Summary: A/U I suppose... Harry has a secret fetish, and finds the perfect partner to share it with...
Rating: Strong R for this chapter; later NC-17
Warnings: Contains m/m sex, underage sex, cross-dressing and fetishism
Spoilers: Possibly books 1-4
Disclaimer: Don\'t own \'em, no profit, don\'t sue!
For as long as he could remember, Harry Potter had been fascinated by frilly, lacy, feminine items of clothing. Not dresses or skirts or blouses, but the more intimate garments of camisoles, panties, garter belts and stockings and the like.
It had been that way since Harry was a very little boy, since the days before he went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the days before he even knew he was a wizard. Strange things would occur in connection with this, events in keeping with the odd things that frequently happened to young Harry, like the incident with the boa constrictor at the zoo. Things such as seeing Aunt Petunia\'s best cream-coloured camisole bobbing on the washing line and admiring it immensely, then mysteriously discovering it underneath his blankets when he went to bed. (Aunt Petunia had thrown a fit when she found it missing, blamed rverrverts\" in the neighbourhood, and took to drying her underwear in the bathroom from then on, much to Uncle Vernon and Dudley\'s chagrin, but thankfully she had never suspected Harry). Or coveting Mrs Next Door\'s black G-string panties as she folded them into her laundry basket, then being shocked at finding himself wearing them next time he went to the toilet!
Even now that Harry was older - and especially now that he was a teenager - his fascination with female underclothes continued to grow. When at the Dursleys\', he would often sneak peeks at the lingerie catalogues that Aunt Petunia occasionally ordered. When he visited his friend Ron Weasley at The Burrow, he would always gaze longingly at the advertisements for intimate apparel in Mrs Weasley\'s copies of Witch Weekly. Undergarments for witches were very similar to those that Muggle women wore, only much more exquisitely made, their fabrics softer and more delicate by far. Harry loved the diaphanous sheen of lace-topped stockings and the sensuous nestling of ribboned bows on bikini briefs as the models in the magic photos preened, turning this way and that upon the page. It wasn\'t the female models that he desired, Harry soon came to realise, but the clothing itself. The idea of wearing it was completely mind-blowing, and soon became an integral part of his youthful sexual fantasies.
Harry had never mentioned these sexy thoughts to anyone else. The Dursleys would certainly not approve - in fact, Uncle Vernon was often prone to openly deriding men with passions such as Harry\'s, calling them \"poofters\" and \"weirdos\" and loudly proclaiming that \"no real man\" would stoop to such perversion. Privately, Harry thought that if Uncle Vernon was a prime example of a \"real man\", he would rather not be one of those at all, thank you very much.
The wizarding world was much more open and liberal about sexual matters than the Muggle world - same-sex couples were common any may marriage legal, for example. Harry himself had know that he was gay for ages; he had told his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger over a year ago, and they were perfectly happy for him. In fact, he \'d had no repercussions over his sexual orientation from the Hogwarts staff or students at all - except for his arch-enemy Draco Malfoy teasing him mercilessly over the tiresome crush that younger student Colin Creevey had developed on Harry...
But despite this atmosphere of acceptance, Harry still hadn\'t told anyone in the wizarding world of his preferences, not even his godfather Sirius Black (himself a gay man who had recently rekindled an old romance with Harry\'s former Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Remus Lupin). Cross-dressing was still an unusual proclivity, even for wizards; it seemed too personal a subject for discussion, and Harry felt extremely shy about this aspect of his sexuality. Of his thoughts, every night as he touched himself in bed, of pulling on delicate frilly things, so soft, festooned with ruffles and ribbons and lace. Of dancing in them for the delight of a handsome older man - always the same man, though Harry did not know who he was and could never clearly envisage his face. All that Harry knew was that his fantasy lover had long, blond hair - Harry adored men with long hair...
Nevertheless, Harry was determined that he would like to explore his desires to wear women\'s underwear more fully. The perfect opportunity befell him during one summer afternoon. He was staying with his friends the Weasleys, as the Dursleys had won a trip to Australia from a competition in one of Aunt Petunia\'s magazines, and had grudgingly allowed Harry to stay at The Burrow for the whole of the summer holidays. It was the best holiday break of Harry\'s life - the Dursleys half a world away, friendly faces, good food, practicing Quidditch with Ron and laughing at the latest experimental joke products that twins Fred and George had come up with... there was even a proper birthday party for Harry this year, complete with a huge gooey chocolate cake bearing fifteen candles, served up by a beaming Mrs Weasley. But even better still, Harry had figured out an infallible plan as to how to fulfil his fondest dream.
On the day when Mrs Weasley took Ron, his little sister Ginny, and Harry into Diagon Alley to get their school things, Harry informed the others that he needed new school robes, which was true. So while the others went off to look at Potion ingredients and buy new schoolbooks for Ron and Ginny, Harry slipped off to Madam Malkin\'s Robes for All Occasions, which also boasted a small but very impressive selection of men\'s and women\'s underclothing.
After being fitted for his Hogwarts uniform by Madam Malkin\'s assistant, a plump and pretty little brunette witch wearing vivid electric blue, Harry wandered over to a cluster of clothes-racks at the rear of the shop, beneath a gold-lettered sign bearing the word \"Intimates\". Harry carefully checked that the coast was clear before he sidled closer. The assistant was in the opposite corner folding robes; Madam Malkin herself was busy with another customer. Unfortunately, that customer happened to be Lucius Malfoy.
Impeccably clad as always, and brandishing his cane topped with a silver serpent\'s head to emphasise his words, Mr Malfoy appeared to be giving Madam Malkin instructions for some rather ornate custom-made dress robes. Silently thanking Merlin that Mr Malfoy\'s insufferable son Draco wasn\'t with him, Harry surreptitiously slipped a couple of gorgeous lacy garments from the \"Witches\" section of the racks, sandwiching them between several pairs of boxer shorts from the \"Wizards\" section. Under the pretext of trying on the menswear, Harry asked the assistant where the fitting room was and was pointed in the direction of a small area partitioned off with a purple velvet curtain covered in golden stars and moons.
\"Best to try those boxers on over your own briefs, dear,\" the little witch kindly advised. \"The less Cleansing Charms we have to do, the better!\"
Harry nodded, gulped, and quickly popped into the fitting room. As fast as he could, he slipped out of his clothes and into one of the frilly things he\'d brought with him. \"Not one word, all right?\" he hissed at the mirror in front of him, which had uttered a tiny giggle.
Harry looked at his reflection and gasped in wonder. Although he had had to put the outfit on over his own underpants (Gryffindor red, this pair) the silk teddy, emerald green with intricate lace patterns and slim silver ribbons adorning the décolletage, fitted him perfectly. And it felt so sleek and exciting against his skin; Harry felt himself blushing all over as he began to get the biggest erection he\'d ever had in his young life...
\"Well, well, well. And what do we have here, Mr Potter?\"
Harry opened his mouth to scream, but no sound emerged. The male voice that had just spoken softly now commanded, \"Ssh...\" as much to Harry as to the mirror upon whose oaken frame an all too familiar snake-tipped cane was menacingly laid.
The unthinkable had just occurred - Lucius Malfoy was in the changing room with him.
\"How - how did you - \" Harry stammered, his voice barely a whisper; he was blushing even hotter now, and tears were beginning to fog his glasses.
\"How did I get in here without the ladies noticing?\" the older wizard finished smoothly. \"That, my dear Mr Potter, is my little secret.\" A dragon-hide gloved hand gently stroked along Harry\'s jawline as Mr Malfoy continued, \"And it appears I\'m not the only wizard who\'s been keeping secrets, hmmm?\" His eyes travelled slowly down over Harry\'s form, and Harry, in spite of the fear he felt, recognised with shock the emotion in Mr Malfoy\'s cold grey eyes. Not anger or contempt, but pure, raw, naked lust. Lust for Harry, so prettily flushed in his girlish garb... Harry trembled as he realised for the first time what an attractive man Lucius Malfoy was. An extremely handsome older man, with a luxurious mane of long blond hair...
Feebly Harry tried to push his sexual thoughts away. Lucius Malfoy was a highly dangerous man, a Dark wizard, formerly (and possibly still) a follower of Lord Voldemort, the evil wizard who had murdered Harry\'s parents. But all resistance failed as Lucius bent forward and kissed Harry on the lips, gently yet forcefully pushing his tongue into the boy\'s mouth. Moaning involuntarily, Harry surrendered to the kiss, almost swooning at the slick serpentine wetness of the older man\'s tongue entwined with his own. When Mr Malfoy finally pulled away, a crafty, conspiratorial smile was playing about his lips as he announced, \"I have a proposition for you, young Potter - Harry, if I may - since you seem to enjoy wearing lingerie, and I very much enjoy the sight of pretty boys in girls\' underclothes, I will buy some for you. As you\'re obviously too embarrassed to get these items for yourself, and Madam Malkin will assume I\'m purchasing them for my wife. But I\'ll only do so on one condition - that you\'ll wear them for me.\"
Dumbly, Harry nodded - he had no choice but to do otherwise - as Mr Malfoy asked, \"You\'re staying with those - Weasleys - aren\'t you? I trust that you have learned by now how to use Floo powder?\"
\"Y-yes,\" Harry stuttered.
\"Then Floo yourself to Malfoy Manor at midnight tonight, and don\'t be late,\" Lucius commanded, and Harry suddenly found himself alone in the changing room, minus the lingerie. He hurriedly dressed, and slipped out in time to see Lucius Malfoy holding the lacy garments, and carefully choosing several similar ones from the \"Witches\" rack. Harry paid for his school robes and two pairs of boxers, and fled from Madam Malkin\'s, his face a fiery scarlet. What on earth had he got himself into?
- tbc -
Author: Annika von Rammstein
Pairing: HP/LM
Summary: A/U I suppose... Harry has a secret fetish, and finds the perfect partner to share it with...
Rating: Strong R for this chapter; later NC-17
Warnings: Contains m/m sex, underage sex, cross-dressing and fetishism
Spoilers: Possibly books 1-4
Disclaimer: Don\'t own \'em, no profit, don\'t sue!
For as long as he could remember, Harry Potter had been fascinated by frilly, lacy, feminine items of clothing. Not dresses or skirts or blouses, but the more intimate garments of camisoles, panties, garter belts and stockings and the like.
It had been that way since Harry was a very little boy, since the days before he went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the days before he even knew he was a wizard. Strange things would occur in connection with this, events in keeping with the odd things that frequently happened to young Harry, like the incident with the boa constrictor at the zoo. Things such as seeing Aunt Petunia\'s best cream-coloured camisole bobbing on the washing line and admiring it immensely, then mysteriously discovering it underneath his blankets when he went to bed. (Aunt Petunia had thrown a fit when she found it missing, blamed rverrverts\" in the neighbourhood, and took to drying her underwear in the bathroom from then on, much to Uncle Vernon and Dudley\'s chagrin, but thankfully she had never suspected Harry). Or coveting Mrs Next Door\'s black G-string panties as she folded them into her laundry basket, then being shocked at finding himself wearing them next time he went to the toilet!
Even now that Harry was older - and especially now that he was a teenager - his fascination with female underclothes continued to grow. When at the Dursleys\', he would often sneak peeks at the lingerie catalogues that Aunt Petunia occasionally ordered. When he visited his friend Ron Weasley at The Burrow, he would always gaze longingly at the advertisements for intimate apparel in Mrs Weasley\'s copies of Witch Weekly. Undergarments for witches were very similar to those that Muggle women wore, only much more exquisitely made, their fabrics softer and more delicate by far. Harry loved the diaphanous sheen of lace-topped stockings and the sensuous nestling of ribboned bows on bikini briefs as the models in the magic photos preened, turning this way and that upon the page. It wasn\'t the female models that he desired, Harry soon came to realise, but the clothing itself. The idea of wearing it was completely mind-blowing, and soon became an integral part of his youthful sexual fantasies.
Harry had never mentioned these sexy thoughts to anyone else. The Dursleys would certainly not approve - in fact, Uncle Vernon was often prone to openly deriding men with passions such as Harry\'s, calling them \"poofters\" and \"weirdos\" and loudly proclaiming that \"no real man\" would stoop to such perversion. Privately, Harry thought that if Uncle Vernon was a prime example of a \"real man\", he would rather not be one of those at all, thank you very much.
The wizarding world was much more open and liberal about sexual matters than the Muggle world - same-sex couples were common any may marriage legal, for example. Harry himself had know that he was gay for ages; he had told his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger over a year ago, and they were perfectly happy for him. In fact, he \'d had no repercussions over his sexual orientation from the Hogwarts staff or students at all - except for his arch-enemy Draco Malfoy teasing him mercilessly over the tiresome crush that younger student Colin Creevey had developed on Harry...
But despite this atmosphere of acceptance, Harry still hadn\'t told anyone in the wizarding world of his preferences, not even his godfather Sirius Black (himself a gay man who had recently rekindled an old romance with Harry\'s former Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Remus Lupin). Cross-dressing was still an unusual proclivity, even for wizards; it seemed too personal a subject for discussion, and Harry felt extremely shy about this aspect of his sexuality. Of his thoughts, every night as he touched himself in bed, of pulling on delicate frilly things, so soft, festooned with ruffles and ribbons and lace. Of dancing in them for the delight of a handsome older man - always the same man, though Harry did not know who he was and could never clearly envisage his face. All that Harry knew was that his fantasy lover had long, blond hair - Harry adored men with long hair...
Nevertheless, Harry was determined that he would like to explore his desires to wear women\'s underwear more fully. The perfect opportunity befell him during one summer afternoon. He was staying with his friends the Weasleys, as the Dursleys had won a trip to Australia from a competition in one of Aunt Petunia\'s magazines, and had grudgingly allowed Harry to stay at The Burrow for the whole of the summer holidays. It was the best holiday break of Harry\'s life - the Dursleys half a world away, friendly faces, good food, practicing Quidditch with Ron and laughing at the latest experimental joke products that twins Fred and George had come up with... there was even a proper birthday party for Harry this year, complete with a huge gooey chocolate cake bearing fifteen candles, served up by a beaming Mrs Weasley. But even better still, Harry had figured out an infallible plan as to how to fulfil his fondest dream.
On the day when Mrs Weasley took Ron, his little sister Ginny, and Harry into Diagon Alley to get their school things, Harry informed the others that he needed new school robes, which was true. So while the others went off to look at Potion ingredients and buy new schoolbooks for Ron and Ginny, Harry slipped off to Madam Malkin\'s Robes for All Occasions, which also boasted a small but very impressive selection of men\'s and women\'s underclothing.
After being fitted for his Hogwarts uniform by Madam Malkin\'s assistant, a plump and pretty little brunette witch wearing vivid electric blue, Harry wandered over to a cluster of clothes-racks at the rear of the shop, beneath a gold-lettered sign bearing the word \"Intimates\". Harry carefully checked that the coast was clear before he sidled closer. The assistant was in the opposite corner folding robes; Madam Malkin herself was busy with another customer. Unfortunately, that customer happened to be Lucius Malfoy.
Impeccably clad as always, and brandishing his cane topped with a silver serpent\'s head to emphasise his words, Mr Malfoy appeared to be giving Madam Malkin instructions for some rather ornate custom-made dress robes. Silently thanking Merlin that Mr Malfoy\'s insufferable son Draco wasn\'t with him, Harry surreptitiously slipped a couple of gorgeous lacy garments from the \"Witches\" section of the racks, sandwiching them between several pairs of boxer shorts from the \"Wizards\" section. Under the pretext of trying on the menswear, Harry asked the assistant where the fitting room was and was pointed in the direction of a small area partitioned off with a purple velvet curtain covered in golden stars and moons.
\"Best to try those boxers on over your own briefs, dear,\" the little witch kindly advised. \"The less Cleansing Charms we have to do, the better!\"
Harry nodded, gulped, and quickly popped into the fitting room. As fast as he could, he slipped out of his clothes and into one of the frilly things he\'d brought with him. \"Not one word, all right?\" he hissed at the mirror in front of him, which had uttered a tiny giggle.
Harry looked at his reflection and gasped in wonder. Although he had had to put the outfit on over his own underpants (Gryffindor red, this pair) the silk teddy, emerald green with intricate lace patterns and slim silver ribbons adorning the décolletage, fitted him perfectly. And it felt so sleek and exciting against his skin; Harry felt himself blushing all over as he began to get the biggest erection he\'d ever had in his young life...
\"Well, well, well. And what do we have here, Mr Potter?\"
Harry opened his mouth to scream, but no sound emerged. The male voice that had just spoken softly now commanded, \"Ssh...\" as much to Harry as to the mirror upon whose oaken frame an all too familiar snake-tipped cane was menacingly laid.
The unthinkable had just occurred - Lucius Malfoy was in the changing room with him.
\"How - how did you - \" Harry stammered, his voice barely a whisper; he was blushing even hotter now, and tears were beginning to fog his glasses.
\"How did I get in here without the ladies noticing?\" the older wizard finished smoothly. \"That, my dear Mr Potter, is my little secret.\" A dragon-hide gloved hand gently stroked along Harry\'s jawline as Mr Malfoy continued, \"And it appears I\'m not the only wizard who\'s been keeping secrets, hmmm?\" His eyes travelled slowly down over Harry\'s form, and Harry, in spite of the fear he felt, recognised with shock the emotion in Mr Malfoy\'s cold grey eyes. Not anger or contempt, but pure, raw, naked lust. Lust for Harry, so prettily flushed in his girlish garb... Harry trembled as he realised for the first time what an attractive man Lucius Malfoy was. An extremely handsome older man, with a luxurious mane of long blond hair...
Feebly Harry tried to push his sexual thoughts away. Lucius Malfoy was a highly dangerous man, a Dark wizard, formerly (and possibly still) a follower of Lord Voldemort, the evil wizard who had murdered Harry\'s parents. But all resistance failed as Lucius bent forward and kissed Harry on the lips, gently yet forcefully pushing his tongue into the boy\'s mouth. Moaning involuntarily, Harry surrendered to the kiss, almost swooning at the slick serpentine wetness of the older man\'s tongue entwined with his own. When Mr Malfoy finally pulled away, a crafty, conspiratorial smile was playing about his lips as he announced, \"I have a proposition for you, young Potter - Harry, if I may - since you seem to enjoy wearing lingerie, and I very much enjoy the sight of pretty boys in girls\' underclothes, I will buy some for you. As you\'re obviously too embarrassed to get these items for yourself, and Madam Malkin will assume I\'m purchasing them for my wife. But I\'ll only do so on one condition - that you\'ll wear them for me.\"
Dumbly, Harry nodded - he had no choice but to do otherwise - as Mr Malfoy asked, \"You\'re staying with those - Weasleys - aren\'t you? I trust that you have learned by now how to use Floo powder?\"
\"Y-yes,\" Harry stuttered.
\"Then Floo yourself to Malfoy Manor at midnight tonight, and don\'t be late,\" Lucius commanded, and Harry suddenly found himself alone in the changing room, minus the lingerie. He hurriedly dressed, and slipped out in time to see Lucius Malfoy holding the lacy garments, and carefully choosing several similar ones from the \"Witches\" rack. Harry paid for his school robes and two pairs of boxers, and fled from Madam Malkin\'s, his face a fiery scarlet. What on earth had he got himself into?
- tbc -