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The Feminine Physique
Dressed to Impress
Author: - Riffraff
Rating: - NC-17 or R18+ Depending on the Country.
Pairings: - HP/SS (Some others less significant)
Warnings: - None that you’re going to take any notice of anyway, so I won’t bother.
Summary: - Harry’s costume for the ministry’s annual Winter Ball impresses someone Harry hadn’t counted on even being in attendance.
Archive: - If you ask nicely, via email.
Disclaimer: - I don’t own the characters; I merely play with them before returning them no worse for ware. Don’t sue; my car’s a shit heap, and I only have a few measly fan fics to my name so it’s not worth the effort.
A/N: - This must be the first short fic, I’ve ever written and it’s still over 10,000 words long….I came, I tried, I wept and I failed….but it makes a good read none the less. Mmmmm lets all play dress ups.
CHAPTER 1
(The Feminine Physique)
“I can’t believe you two have left it this late? You’ll be lucky if there’s anything left.” Hermione scoffed haughtily as she strolled beside a sheepish Ron and Harry. Ron poked his tongue out at his girlfriend who promptly grabbed hold of it and pulled it hard, making Ron choke and cough loudly. Harry chuckled at his two best friends antics as he snuggled in deeper to his warm cloak as the snow began to fall heavier around them.
Being in the middle of Diagon Alley at 7.30am on possibly the coldest day of winter ever seen, was sheer madness in Harry’s opinion. This was his second last year of school and why ever he was still being forced into attending these stupid school functions was beyond him.
“We didn’t have time?” Ron muttered as he chewed his abused tongue as the trio stepped up to the only shop open at this time in the morning. “Britain made the final of the Quidditch world cup Hermoine, it was a monumental and defining point in the entire history of the game!” Ron defended stoutly as he was pushed unceremoniously into the warm shop.
“So defining, you two spent the better part of three weeks planning the illegal after game party in the dorm when you should have been preparing for the Winter Solstice Ball.” Hermione huffed irritably as she stripped off her cloak and hung it on the hook by the shop door before approaching the unattended front counter. Ron groaned and rolled his eyes at Harry who merely smiled coyly and shrugged his shoulders. It was true he and Ron had spent a huge amount of time over the last three weeks preparing the party for the night of world cup match but it had been worth it, and would undoubtedly prove to have been a better night than the Ministry’s Annual Winter Solstice Fancy Dress Ball would be this evening. In Harry’s opinion the entire event was just an excuse for social brown nosing, and Harry had planned on coming down with something this morning to avoid going. Hermione however had had other ideas.
Since planning had begun for the Ball to be held at Hogwart’s, students had been given weekend passes to Diagon Alley to arrange their costumes. Yesterday had supposedly been the last chance to get a costume organized and Ron and Harry had missed that opportunity due to the world cup party they’d held in their dorm. When Hermione had found out their plans though she’d hit the roof and that was why, a hung over Ron and Harry had been dragged out of the warmth and comfort of their dorm to sneak out to Diagon Alley’s Costume Tailor. Ron and Harry stood miserably behind Hermione who rang the bell on the counter three times consecutively, impatient to be back to the castle before anyone noticed they’d gone. Harry thought that perhaps Hermione was really desperate to go to the Ball, having risked everything by sneaking out this morning. It was a few moments before a smiling middle-aged wizard appeared, a slice of toast and jam in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in the other.
“Good morning to you Miss, how may I help you?” Harry grimaced at the wizard behind the counter, wondering how anyone could be that cheery at 7.30 in the morning.
“They need costumes for the Ball.” Hermione announced sharply as she pointed irritably to Harry and Ron standing behind her. Ron looked to be falling asleep on his feet as the shopkeeper put aside his breakfast and stepped around the counter to get a better look at the two students.
“There’s not much left I’m afraid, we sold out of the most popular costumes months ago.” The shopkeeper surmised as he began taking a few measurements of the boys. Hermione made a point of making a ‘told you so’ glare at Harry and Ron who both ignored it as they passively allowed themselves to be measured. When he was finished noting the numbers on a notepad the shopkeeper stood up straight and tucked the pad into his cloak.
“We might have a few things left in their sizes, have a seat I won’t be a moment.” Gladly Harry and Ron took the seats by the fireplace in the shop to warm themselves, watching as Hermione paced back and forth past the counter as she waited the shop owners return.
“Listen Hermione I’m really not bothered about going, I don’t even have a date. Just you and Ron go.” Harry tried to reason with Hermione but the brown haired girl was having none of it. Ron too looked a little pissed across at Harry who ignored his best friends glare to shut up.
“No Harry this is a social occasion that we all have to attend. It provides a perfect opportunity to get to know the wizards and witches that will most likely be employing us after we graduate. Think of it as one big careers day.” Hermione announced as she went back to pacing her hands on her hips. Harry glanced across at Ron who’d leaned over to him with a frown creasing his forehead.
“Hey and if I have to get dressed up in a bloody silly costume so do you.” Ron growled as he turned back to the fire to continue warming his hands. Harry sighed and closed his eyes hoping against hope that there would be enough people at this ball so that he could hide in a corner unnoticed.
“Well here we are, not a big selection I’m afraid but the best I can do at this late stage. Perhaps a little organization wouldn’t go a miss next year.” The shopkeeper reappeared three mannequins dressed in the selection of costumes following him out. Harry took offence at the condescension in the wizards voice but chose not to comment as his eyes fixed on the costumes in front of him.
Not a second after the mannequins had settled on the floor in front of the prospective buyers than Harry and Ron both jumped up in fear.
“I bags the pumpkin!” Ron and Harry both screamed at the same time neither of them wanting to even consider the other two options presented to them. Lunging for the large round bright orange pumpkin costume both boys were stopped when a slightly miffed Hermione stepped into their way.
“Ronald Weasley, there is no way I am having a pumpkin escort me to the Ministry’s Winter Ball.” Hermione declared as she pointed at the other costume next to it. Thinking he’d won the pumpkin Harry snorted in amusement as he took in the green leprechaun costume, with its green tights and tunic and pointed belled shoes destined for Ron.
“But Hermione it’s got tights!” Ron protested loudly as he circled the green costume and flicked at its gold-feathered cap irritably. “You’ll see all my dangly bits.” Ron whispered as he turned pleadingly to Hermione who had stubbornly folded her arms across her chest. “You don’t want everyone seeing my bits do you love?” Ron tried to sweeten Hermione but the girl was determined. “I’ll look like a fool!” Ron cried when he was sure Hermione wasn’t going to give.
“You should have thought of that before you decided to plan your stupid Quidditch party!” Hermione snapped as she gestured to the shopkeeper and then at the leprechaun outfit. “We’ll take that one thank-you.” The shopkeeper nodded and with a flick of his wand the costume undressed itself from the mannequin and began wrapping itself up in a box on the counter. “Harry make up your mind quickly or we’ll be late for breakfast.” Hermione demanded her patients finally wearing thin. Harry pointed at the pumpkin but was surprised when the shopkeeper shook his head apologetically.
“I’m sorry sir, I haven’t any of those left in your size. You have a small frame like most young woman so all of the costumes have gone….” Harry smiled widely hoping that what the shopkeeper was suggesting meant he couldn’t attend the ball, however his happiness was short lived as the wizard continued. “I’m afraid I only have one costume left in your size.” Harry eyed the shopkeeper in concern as he gestured to the counter where another mannequin appeared. Harry stared in disbelief at the costume on the mannequin as it stopped in front of him. Ron after a stunned silence became a rollicking laughing bundle on the floor, his face purple as he gasped for breathe between his hard laughter. Even Hermoine snorted with amusement into her hand as she stared at the only costume left in Harry’s size.
“Not if Voldemort himself was dancing on my grave.” Harry growled as he spun around angrily and headed for the door. Hermione was quicker though and grabbed Harry’s hand sharply dragging him back into the warmth of the costume tailors shop.
“Please Harry it’s only one night and there will undoubtedly be a lot more people wearing worse costumes than this.” Hermione tried to sound sympathetic as she fingered the lace of the midnight black silk boned corset trying to persuade Harry to take it. “Besides it’s embarrassing enough to make no one talk to you all night and that is what you want isn’t it?” Hermione looked up at Harry who was glaring at the flimsy black fishnet stockings and their matching white high heels and wondering how on earth he was going to walk in them.
“I’ll fucking freeze my balls of.” Harry muttered irritably as he as circled the mannequin stopping at the back to flick the twin elastic straps that secured the stockings to the flimsy lace briefs that Harry supposed was underwear and the white fluffy tail stuck on the rump.
“You’ve got gloves on.” Hermione reasoned as she handed Harry the fluffy white and pink ears that had sat atop the mannequin’s hairless head.
“Hey and you won’t need a partner Potter, you can accompany yourself!” Ron howled having recovered enough to form coherent sentences. Almost immediately Hermione spun on her boyfriend and with a swift kick of her icy boot to Ron’s backside flicked her wand at the red head and froze him like a statue.
“Don’t listen to Ron Harry, besides you’ve got better legs for tights than he has.” Hermione smiled mildly her round brown eyes begging Harry to agree. At length Harry sighed and with a regrettable nod indicated that he would indeed take the costume. Hermione squealed in delight as the shopkeeper performed the necessary transactions for both costumes before sliding the bill across to Hermione. Harry went to pay but Hermione stepped in front of him and offered up her own stash of galleons before collecting the two large flat parcels. “Hold these while I collect the Weasley.” Hermione handed Harry the parcels and having flicked her wand at Ron had him reanimated and up on his feet in seconds.
Ron grumbled the entire way back to Hogwarts, while Harry could only imagine the humiliation he was going to face tonight in front of the entire Wizard community who would be in attendance at the ball.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N *Shivers and rocks backwards and forwards in corner* I am soooooo in withdrawal right now, how long has it been since I\'ve had some quality HP fic to read.......in fact I think I must have started reading Draco/Ginny stuff just because there was nothing else left!!!! HELP ME... I\'m reading Hetro!!!!
Anyway just a little story I wrote while I had the time, some fluff, some smut and some dress ups what more can you ask for really. Hope you enjoy it and please leave some reviews, I love hearing them especially on short pieces like this.
Cheers & Welcome back to AFF.net.
RIFFRAFF
Author: - Riffraff
Rating: - NC-17 or R18+ Depending on the Country.
Pairings: - HP/SS (Some others less significant)
Warnings: - None that you’re going to take any notice of anyway, so I won’t bother.
Summary: - Harry’s costume for the ministry’s annual Winter Ball impresses someone Harry hadn’t counted on even being in attendance.
Archive: - If you ask nicely, via email.
Disclaimer: - I don’t own the characters; I merely play with them before returning them no worse for ware. Don’t sue; my car’s a shit heap, and I only have a few measly fan fics to my name so it’s not worth the effort.
A/N: - This must be the first short fic, I’ve ever written and it’s still over 10,000 words long….I came, I tried, I wept and I failed….but it makes a good read none the less. Mmmmm lets all play dress ups.
CHAPTER 1
(The Feminine Physique)
“I can’t believe you two have left it this late? You’ll be lucky if there’s anything left.” Hermione scoffed haughtily as she strolled beside a sheepish Ron and Harry. Ron poked his tongue out at his girlfriend who promptly grabbed hold of it and pulled it hard, making Ron choke and cough loudly. Harry chuckled at his two best friends antics as he snuggled in deeper to his warm cloak as the snow began to fall heavier around them.
Being in the middle of Diagon Alley at 7.30am on possibly the coldest day of winter ever seen, was sheer madness in Harry’s opinion. This was his second last year of school and why ever he was still being forced into attending these stupid school functions was beyond him.
“We didn’t have time?” Ron muttered as he chewed his abused tongue as the trio stepped up to the only shop open at this time in the morning. “Britain made the final of the Quidditch world cup Hermoine, it was a monumental and defining point in the entire history of the game!” Ron defended stoutly as he was pushed unceremoniously into the warm shop.
“So defining, you two spent the better part of three weeks planning the illegal after game party in the dorm when you should have been preparing for the Winter Solstice Ball.” Hermione huffed irritably as she stripped off her cloak and hung it on the hook by the shop door before approaching the unattended front counter. Ron groaned and rolled his eyes at Harry who merely smiled coyly and shrugged his shoulders. It was true he and Ron had spent a huge amount of time over the last three weeks preparing the party for the night of world cup match but it had been worth it, and would undoubtedly prove to have been a better night than the Ministry’s Annual Winter Solstice Fancy Dress Ball would be this evening. In Harry’s opinion the entire event was just an excuse for social brown nosing, and Harry had planned on coming down with something this morning to avoid going. Hermione however had had other ideas.
Since planning had begun for the Ball to be held at Hogwart’s, students had been given weekend passes to Diagon Alley to arrange their costumes. Yesterday had supposedly been the last chance to get a costume organized and Ron and Harry had missed that opportunity due to the world cup party they’d held in their dorm. When Hermione had found out their plans though she’d hit the roof and that was why, a hung over Ron and Harry had been dragged out of the warmth and comfort of their dorm to sneak out to Diagon Alley’s Costume Tailor. Ron and Harry stood miserably behind Hermione who rang the bell on the counter three times consecutively, impatient to be back to the castle before anyone noticed they’d gone. Harry thought that perhaps Hermione was really desperate to go to the Ball, having risked everything by sneaking out this morning. It was a few moments before a smiling middle-aged wizard appeared, a slice of toast and jam in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in the other.
“Good morning to you Miss, how may I help you?” Harry grimaced at the wizard behind the counter, wondering how anyone could be that cheery at 7.30 in the morning.
“They need costumes for the Ball.” Hermione announced sharply as she pointed irritably to Harry and Ron standing behind her. Ron looked to be falling asleep on his feet as the shopkeeper put aside his breakfast and stepped around the counter to get a better look at the two students.
“There’s not much left I’m afraid, we sold out of the most popular costumes months ago.” The shopkeeper surmised as he began taking a few measurements of the boys. Hermione made a point of making a ‘told you so’ glare at Harry and Ron who both ignored it as they passively allowed themselves to be measured. When he was finished noting the numbers on a notepad the shopkeeper stood up straight and tucked the pad into his cloak.
“We might have a few things left in their sizes, have a seat I won’t be a moment.” Gladly Harry and Ron took the seats by the fireplace in the shop to warm themselves, watching as Hermione paced back and forth past the counter as she waited the shop owners return.
“Listen Hermione I’m really not bothered about going, I don’t even have a date. Just you and Ron go.” Harry tried to reason with Hermione but the brown haired girl was having none of it. Ron too looked a little pissed across at Harry who ignored his best friends glare to shut up.
“No Harry this is a social occasion that we all have to attend. It provides a perfect opportunity to get to know the wizards and witches that will most likely be employing us after we graduate. Think of it as one big careers day.” Hermione announced as she went back to pacing her hands on her hips. Harry glanced across at Ron who’d leaned over to him with a frown creasing his forehead.
“Hey and if I have to get dressed up in a bloody silly costume so do you.” Ron growled as he turned back to the fire to continue warming his hands. Harry sighed and closed his eyes hoping against hope that there would be enough people at this ball so that he could hide in a corner unnoticed.
“Well here we are, not a big selection I’m afraid but the best I can do at this late stage. Perhaps a little organization wouldn’t go a miss next year.” The shopkeeper reappeared three mannequins dressed in the selection of costumes following him out. Harry took offence at the condescension in the wizards voice but chose not to comment as his eyes fixed on the costumes in front of him.
Not a second after the mannequins had settled on the floor in front of the prospective buyers than Harry and Ron both jumped up in fear.
“I bags the pumpkin!” Ron and Harry both screamed at the same time neither of them wanting to even consider the other two options presented to them. Lunging for the large round bright orange pumpkin costume both boys were stopped when a slightly miffed Hermione stepped into their way.
“Ronald Weasley, there is no way I am having a pumpkin escort me to the Ministry’s Winter Ball.” Hermione declared as she pointed at the other costume next to it. Thinking he’d won the pumpkin Harry snorted in amusement as he took in the green leprechaun costume, with its green tights and tunic and pointed belled shoes destined for Ron.
“But Hermione it’s got tights!” Ron protested loudly as he circled the green costume and flicked at its gold-feathered cap irritably. “You’ll see all my dangly bits.” Ron whispered as he turned pleadingly to Hermione who had stubbornly folded her arms across her chest. “You don’t want everyone seeing my bits do you love?” Ron tried to sweeten Hermione but the girl was determined. “I’ll look like a fool!” Ron cried when he was sure Hermione wasn’t going to give.
“You should have thought of that before you decided to plan your stupid Quidditch party!” Hermione snapped as she gestured to the shopkeeper and then at the leprechaun outfit. “We’ll take that one thank-you.” The shopkeeper nodded and with a flick of his wand the costume undressed itself from the mannequin and began wrapping itself up in a box on the counter. “Harry make up your mind quickly or we’ll be late for breakfast.” Hermione demanded her patients finally wearing thin. Harry pointed at the pumpkin but was surprised when the shopkeeper shook his head apologetically.
“I’m sorry sir, I haven’t any of those left in your size. You have a small frame like most young woman so all of the costumes have gone….” Harry smiled widely hoping that what the shopkeeper was suggesting meant he couldn’t attend the ball, however his happiness was short lived as the wizard continued. “I’m afraid I only have one costume left in your size.” Harry eyed the shopkeeper in concern as he gestured to the counter where another mannequin appeared. Harry stared in disbelief at the costume on the mannequin as it stopped in front of him. Ron after a stunned silence became a rollicking laughing bundle on the floor, his face purple as he gasped for breathe between his hard laughter. Even Hermoine snorted with amusement into her hand as she stared at the only costume left in Harry’s size.
“Not if Voldemort himself was dancing on my grave.” Harry growled as he spun around angrily and headed for the door. Hermione was quicker though and grabbed Harry’s hand sharply dragging him back into the warmth of the costume tailors shop.
“Please Harry it’s only one night and there will undoubtedly be a lot more people wearing worse costumes than this.” Hermione tried to sound sympathetic as she fingered the lace of the midnight black silk boned corset trying to persuade Harry to take it. “Besides it’s embarrassing enough to make no one talk to you all night and that is what you want isn’t it?” Hermione looked up at Harry who was glaring at the flimsy black fishnet stockings and their matching white high heels and wondering how on earth he was going to walk in them.
“I’ll fucking freeze my balls of.” Harry muttered irritably as he as circled the mannequin stopping at the back to flick the twin elastic straps that secured the stockings to the flimsy lace briefs that Harry supposed was underwear and the white fluffy tail stuck on the rump.
“You’ve got gloves on.” Hermione reasoned as she handed Harry the fluffy white and pink ears that had sat atop the mannequin’s hairless head.
“Hey and you won’t need a partner Potter, you can accompany yourself!” Ron howled having recovered enough to form coherent sentences. Almost immediately Hermione spun on her boyfriend and with a swift kick of her icy boot to Ron’s backside flicked her wand at the red head and froze him like a statue.
“Don’t listen to Ron Harry, besides you’ve got better legs for tights than he has.” Hermione smiled mildly her round brown eyes begging Harry to agree. At length Harry sighed and with a regrettable nod indicated that he would indeed take the costume. Hermione squealed in delight as the shopkeeper performed the necessary transactions for both costumes before sliding the bill across to Hermione. Harry went to pay but Hermione stepped in front of him and offered up her own stash of galleons before collecting the two large flat parcels. “Hold these while I collect the Weasley.” Hermione handed Harry the parcels and having flicked her wand at Ron had him reanimated and up on his feet in seconds.
Ron grumbled the entire way back to Hogwarts, while Harry could only imagine the humiliation he was going to face tonight in front of the entire Wizard community who would be in attendance at the ball.
TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>
A/N *Shivers and rocks backwards and forwards in corner* I am soooooo in withdrawal right now, how long has it been since I\'ve had some quality HP fic to read.......in fact I think I must have started reading Draco/Ginny stuff just because there was nothing else left!!!! HELP ME... I\'m reading Hetro!!!!
Anyway just a little story I wrote while I had the time, some fluff, some smut and some dress ups what more can you ask for really. Hope you enjoy it and please leave some reviews, I love hearing them especially on short pieces like this.
Cheers & Welcome back to AFF.net.
RIFFRAFF