A New Fetish

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the fact that I put Harry in women's clothes, and I really didn't even think of that, so I suppose that I own nothing. These characters are owned by JK Rowling and I am not making any money off of them.

A/N: This is my first cross-dressing fic, so please review and let me know what you think. I'd like to know if it's crap, so that way I won't try to write it again. lol Also, many thanks to my beta, antipyro!

“Harry, I still can’t believe that you are actually going out in public like that,” Ron stated irritably.

The green eyed Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher checked his teeth for lipstick and turned toward his best friend. “I think I look fabulous,” he replied dramatically, blowing a kiss at Ron who made a gagging noise. “It’s better than your costume.”

“Hey! Hermione and I are going as a couple! Our costumes had to match!” the red-head replied indignantly.

“Ron, you’re a bunny and Hermione’s a carrot,” the dark haired man deadpanned.

“Still, it’s better than going as a woman,” Ron sneered at his best friend.

Hermione waddled in, in her carrot costume and let loose a low wolf whistle. She circled Harry and then put her arm around his trim waist. “You’re an even more beautiful woman than I am, Harry. I think I’m jealous.”

Ron groaned. “What? He looks fabulous! Any man in his right mind would chase after him!”

The Quidditch coach gagged again and held his hand out for his wife. “Are we ready?”

Hermione giggled and took Ron’s hand. “I think so,” she replied, still staring at Harry.

The trio, now teachers, made their way to the costume ball in the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione walked in, in front of Harry and were met by many laughing faces of students. No one really noticed the slight DADA professor behind his best friends two large costumes, well, at least not the students.

Severus Snape saw everything and everyone in the hall. He almost dropped his goblet of punch (which was spiked generously with Firewhiskey) when he set eyes on the stunning figure behind the Weasley’s. Her black hair was all one length, hanging just below her jaw and her bangs were perfectly straight across her forehead just above her thin eyebrows. The blue satin dress she wore really left nothing to the imagination. The thin straps accentuated her delicate shoulders. The slit up the side of the dress revealed a beautiful tanned leg and the bottom of a thigh-high stocking.

The Potions Master had no idea who this vision of beauty was, but it went against everything he’d ever known. Instead of being gay, maybe he actually was bisexual. Though no woman in history had ever piqued his interest as this delectable morsel had. He set down his goblet long enough to straighten the high collar on his cloak. He looked down at his costume, a plain white button down shirt, black trousers, a large garnet ring on his left pinky, and a black satin cloak lined with Slytherin green and silver. This Halloween, he was the consummate vampire. He licked his lips, ensuring his canines were still transfigured into proper fangs.

He was about to ask the unknown beauty to dance (which was highly out of character for the snarky man) when Albus appeared by his side dressed, strangely, as a muggle. The old man wore a pair of faded and torn jeans that he had to have been poured into and a faded green and orange tie-dyed tee shirt with a row of teddy bears on it in equally blinding colors. His beard was braided into several braids with strange beads and baubles in the braids. “A vision of beauty, isn’t she?” the old man remarked.

“Do you know who she is?” Severus asked.

Albus smiled benignly at the younger man as Minerva (who was dressed as a biker chick!) walked up and whispered something in his ear. “I must be off, Severus,” he said with a twinkle in his blue eyes as Minerva dragged him out on the dance floor.

Snape sighed and watched the young woman. She stood at the edge of the dance floor with an almost unsure look on her face. Severus downed the rest of his punch, needing the liquor to steel his nerves for what he was about to do, and made his way over behind the woman.

He stepped up behind her slight frame and wrapped one arm around her waist. “Shall we dance?” he asked as he nudged her onto the floor.

Staying behind her, he leaned down close enough to whisper in her ear. “You are a vision of beauty. I would like nothing more than to bite you right here and make you my companion throughout eternity.”

She closed her eyes and leaned into his hard form. “But I thought vampires were repelled by the crucifix,” she said softly.

He reached up and traced the silk ribbon choker around her neck, fingering the small silver and sapphire cross dangling from it. “Pure rubbish,” he purred.

Harry sighed as Snape’s honeyed voice washed over him. The man had no idea what power he could have over people with it. Snape continued to mutter deliciously lewd and lascivious suggestions in Harry’s ear, until the end of the song, still not knowing who ‘she’ was. Both men realized that they were the only two on the dance floor and that every eye was on them as the song ended. Harry giggled to Snape’s mortification, and the dark man pulled him into the shadows.

He had yet to get a look at the face of the ‘woman’ who’d captured his attention. “It seems that we have shocked everyone into silence,” Severus whispered silkily.

“I believe that you did that all by yourself,” Harry whispered back.

Soon everyone’s attention drifted back to their own dates and friends. Severus and Harry, who called himself Medea, stood in the shadowed corner with the taller man’s arms around the wizarding world’s hero’s waist. Not once did the Potions Master think to ask Harry who he really was. Not once did it occur to the man to question the young ‘woman’ in his arms about why the Weasley’s (in their ridiculous costumes!) were throwing worried looks in their direction.

Finally, Harry excused himself to ‘go find the little witches room’ and left Severus alone for a few minutes. Once again, Albus appeared at the Potions Master’s elbow, but this time, he had two goblets. Handing one to Severus, the Headmaster kept the second. “Have you figured out who she is yet?”

Snape raised an eyebrow at his employer. “She calls herself Medea. I do not know any witch by that name,” he answered a bit puzzled.

“How appropriate!” Dumbledore exclaimed. “Remember your Greek mythology, Severus. Medea was the greatest sorceress of the ancient world, and a devotee to the goddess Hecate. Are you sure that you do not know who she is?”

Severus was beginning to get irritated. He was waiting on the most beautiful person he’d ever seen and Albus was being his cryptic old self. “What are you going on about you barmy old coot?”

Dumbledore just chuckled and patted Severus on the shoulder as they both watched Harry sashay back across the room. The green-eyed man smiled as he walked by Dumbledore. “Are you an American tonight, Albus?” Harry asked with a giggle.

“Indeed I am. I believe I would be called a ‘Dead Head’. How are you enjoying the ball?”

Before Dumbledore could interrupt, Snape interjected. “Okay, who are you and how do you know the Headmaster?”

Harry and Albus looked at each other and began to laugh. Severus’ pale face turned an interesting shade of red. “Well?” he ground out.

Dumbledore swept his hand across the room and asked, “Severus, look around and tell me which of the staff is not here.”

Snape looked around the room. He’d already spotted the Weasley’s in their idiotic get-up. Minerva was more than frightening in her leather chaps and vest. Flitwick was just plain disturbing in his midget sword swallower costume. Trelawney was dressed as a clown (no surprise there!), and Sinistra was dressed as a queen with Draco following her around on a leash, apparently her slave. That only left… “Potter,” Severus growled as he looked at the beautiful piece of flesh at his side.

Harry stepped out of the shadows and let the candle light fall on his green eyes. He batted his long, fake eyelashes. “Who else could pull it off?” he asked.

Severus smirked at the Defense teacher, grabbed his delicate wrist, and then jerked him toward the doors of the Great Hall. Harry stumbled a bit in his high heels. Hermione and Ron looked decidedly alarmed and tried to intercept the two, but were cut off by Dumbledore and McGonagall.

Neither said a word as the Potions Master dragged the beautiful young man toward the dungeons. It really was a good thing this was a school wide ball because when Harry stumbled stepping down one of the steps into the dungeons, Severus quickly turned and caught him, scooping the slight man up as a hero might a heroine. No student would have believed that even if they’d seen it.

The Defense teacher giggled as he laid his head on the Potions professor’s shoulder. This was a most unusual reaction from Snape. Had Harry thought for one moment that donning a dress and charming his hair would have had this reaction, he’d done it years ago!

Finally, the men were inside Snape’s chambers. It was a bit warm, stifling even, with the scent of sandalwood and roses permeating the thick air. Severus put Harry down and took a step back, looking deep into those seemingly innocent green eyes. The young professor pouted and looked up. “No grand tour?” he asked.

Severus licked his lips and smiled. It was frightening and overtly erotic seeing two perfect fangs peeking out from behind those pale, thin lips. Harry’s cock noticed and struggled to leap to attention. “Not until you’ve been thoroughly ravished,” Severus replied, his voice gruff with lust.

He circled around the beautiful Harry predatorily. Severus pulled Harry backward into his chest and again began speaking obscenities into his ear and nipping at his neck with his false fangs. “You are such a beautiful creature. It is taking all of my considerable will power not to take you right here on the floor. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Humming in approval, Harry could do no more than close his eyes and answer some form of ‘yes’ to everything that was said to him.

Severus began steering Harry to the bedroom as his obscenities got more and more graphic and his hands wandered lower. “You’d let me take you to Paris and bend you over the railing at the Eiffel Tower. My beautiful Medea, you’d beg me to take you right there in front of all of the tourists and Frenchmen, wouldn’t you?” Severus asked in that seductive purr as a single finger traced the slight tent in Harry’s dress.

The answered, “Yes!” was somewhere between a shout and a groan.

Harry was panting and more than ready to get rid of all of the clothes that lay between them. He’d been fantasizing about this moment for years now. Severus found the zip at the back of the dress and slowly pulled it down, revealing first a dainty strapless bra in Slytherin green, then a black garter belt over a silk thong that exactly matched the bra.

As the dress hit the floor, Harry stepped out of it and looked up. Snape growled and ran a finger up the strap of the garter from the top of the stocking to the edge of the belt. “Very impressive, Harry. I don’t know many men who would take a costume so far,” Severus commented in a satisfied tone, devouring the slighter man with his eyes.

Throwing the Potions Master what he hoped was a seductive smile; Harry stepped forward and put his hand in the middle of the man’s chest. “Who says its part of the costume?”

“Even better,” he older man growled as he pulled Harry flush with his body and crashed their lips together in a breath stealing kiss.

Harry quickly unclasped the cloak Severus was wearing and began to unbutton his crisp, white shirt. Tan hands quickly met pale, hairless skin. Harry pulled back from the kiss panting and traced his fingers down the soft skin. He looked into black eyes questioningly. Snape smirked as he shrugged his shirt off of his shoulders. “I abhor body hair,” he stated matter-of-factly.

Attacking the pale chest with his mouth, Harry finally murmured, “So do I,” as his pink tongue flicked over a flat nipple.

When they actually made it onto the bed, neither could say, but Harry, still in his heels and lingerie, sat astride Severus’ hips unbuttoning the older man’s trousers. In between kisses, Harry said, “I’ve…wanted…this…for…so…long.”

Snape stopped him and looked into the young professor’s eyes. “You’ve wanted this?”

Smiling lazily Harry replied, “I’ve wanted you since I was in my seventh year. You are the only reason I came back last year to teach.”

There were no declarations of love that night, only passion.

Severus rolled over and lay on top of Harry, kissing him and murmuring about his choice of clothing. The Potions Master had never had a lover who did any kind of cross-dressing, but on Harry, he decided that he very much liked it. Eventually, he removed the brassiere, but only because he wanted a clear look at the muscular chest below him.

Harry moaned and writhed and babbled under Severus’ talented hands. He touched Harry’s erection through the green silk and the younger man bucked up from the bed. “Like that, do we?”

Green eyes opened and a blissful moan escaped the younger man’s lipstick smeared lips. “You’ll like this even better,” Snape said in that devilish tone.

He grabbed his wand and drew it up the length of Harry’s erection as he said an incantation. The underwear disappeared leaving only the stockings, garter, and shoes. Harry raised an eyebrow as Severus sat back on his knees and reached for something on the table. “I believe I like the stockings and shoes,” he purred as he opened a squat jar of some viscous substance.

Generously coating his index finger with the substance he traced the finger down Harry’s cleft and leaned in. “It seems that I didn’t…experiment enough when I was younger. Tonight I have discovered a new…fetish, oh yes, I have plenty of them, and you have added one more.”

He captured Harry’s lips in a fierce kiss as his lubed finger slipped easily into the young man below him. Severus prepared Harry thoroughly as he spoke of the naughty things he would do to the young man, eliciting moans of appreciation. Finally, Severus slid into the loosened orifice.

Both men moaned in ecstasy as the Potions Master buried himself to the hilt in the Defense professor. Without waiting for Harry to adjust, Severus began thrusting. At first, it was slow and gentle but it quickly reached a crescendo and had there not been strong silencing charms up around his rooms, a passerby would have heard the tell-tale sound of skin rhythmically slapping skin over the groans and grunts of the two men.

Soon, Harry began to jerk his cock. He was teetering on the edge of the best orgasm he’d ever had when Severus changed his angle and slammed ruthlessly against his prostate, again and again. His hips jerked and Harry came with a shout, soon followed by the man above him.

As they lay in bed panting, Severus curled his arms around the slighter man, drawing him closer. Harry looked up into the dark eyes of his lover, who smiled at him. Harry grinned sheepishly back and Severus ran one long thumb under the other man’s eye. “I do believe we have ruined your make-up.”

Harry laughed. “That’s alright. I have no plans to make any more appearances in public tonight. I’d be content to lie right here all night, if you’ll have me.”

“Only if you leave the shoes and stocking on,” was the amused reply.


A/N2: Also, if you'd like to see me write more fics about Severus' many fetishes and want to see a particular one, feel free to email me (my email is in my profile!), or leave it in your review. I will not do scat or watersports.