Sexy Costumes

A/N: Read the warnings! Don't like, don't read. Flammers shall be slapped.
A/N 2: It was just a silly idea I got off the telly and it wouldn't leave me alone. I happen to have the same fetish as my OFC, so no complaining!

It was the Halloween Ball, and Harry Potter was getting into his costume. It was a surprise for his wife of three years, Edith Constantine Langley. He had met her at the Ministry of Magic three months after he entered his Auror training. He helped her find the right office to test for her Healer's certification and business license. She was opening up her own practice. From the start they had hit it off. She barely paused at hearing his name and her eyes never strayed to his scar. They had met for lunch a few times before declaring themselves a couple and committed to getting to know one another.

She came from an ancient pureblood family, able to trace her lineage back to the original Picts, Roman patricians, and Saxons. She was very much the traditionalist when it came to etiquette, clothing, and the little things in life, but the big things such as marriage, politics, Healing, the now Old War. . . she was one of the most progressive thinkers he knew.

Their relationship had started slowly and been built over time with a firm foundation of trust. Harry had been burned by glory hounds too often to trust easily and edith was used to suitors being after her dowry and her bloodline. But on the sixth month anniversary of their meeting, Harry had proposed to her and asked for her hand in marriage. Her father had agreed, but her mother was hesitant. She didn't like Harry, but kept her mouht shut. That niht, in the privacy of their shared home, they had made love for the first time.

She had been a virgin before him, but she never acted as one. Edith had been a Ravenclaw in school and had studied things she knew would be useful later in life. Sex and all the various ways to blow her lover's mind had been one of them. Needless to saw their private lives were very active. And now everyting cycles back to the Ministry Halloween Ball. A few months ago Edith had casually mentioned that she thoght that a man who could convincingly dress as a woman was one of the sexiest things she could think of.

And so there stood Harry on their bathroom, spelled smooth of any hair but that on his head. The mirror was fogged with the steam from his shower. He wiped it clean absently and stared at his face. He shook his head at himself. 'What in Merlin's name am I doing? i'm going to dress up as a woman and go out in public, all to satisfy one of Edith's kinks. She is soo going to owe me for this one.'

He started off with the lingerie. Sheer black silk stockings were pulled up his toned legs and attached with a fair amount of difficulty to a black lace garter belt. He turned carefully to make sure the seams were straight in the back. Next was the specialty underwear called a thong gaff which would keep all his manly bits from showing or making an unwanted appearance. Not only that but it continued the all black theme, this time in something that felt like satin. Next was a black satin corset. Harry found it very difficult to lace up by hand, so finally gave up and used magic. He ended up with it being very tight but well woeth it as there was now a seemless and perfect curve from ribs to waist to hips. He guessed that he had shrunk his waist by at least three or four inches. Lastly for the underwear, he stuffed gelly boobs into the top of the corset to give himself killer cleavage.

Next came the makeup. Candy pink blush was feathered and blended onto his golden features, black kohl and chocolate powder giving him smoky-bedroom eyes with a lot of mascara and even some fake lashes, and lastly bllod red lipstick applied very carefully. For the clothing, what little of it he was going to wear, there was a micro-miniskirt made of stretchy black velvet that barely hid the top of his stockings, thigh high latex stiletto boots, a top hat, and a velvet great coat. A tiny netting veil was pulled over the brim of the hat and down to his chin. A monogramed handkerchief was tucked into a small black purse along with the lipstick, some money, and his ID.

They were arriving seperately and Harry couldn't wait to see the look on hs wife's face. She was supposed to be dressing as someone notorious, or at least that was the clue she had given him. He was just hopiong she didn't magic herself into Voldemort or something. That would be just too creepy. He could feel her as soon as he stepped into the ballroom. She was dressed as bloody Lucius Malfoy. It was almost as bad. Good thing the old fart was dead, his corpse rotting on Azkaban island. It was oddly sexy to see his very feminine wife looking like his old enemy's twin.

'I wonder what she has in there to make her pants bulge like that? Wonder if it's realistic? Oh bad mental place! BAD mental place!' He shookhis head to rid itself of the images currently cavorting merrily around in it. He wasn't very successful. But then again, the idea of his wife bending him over his office desk had a kinky appeal to it. . .

'I heard that, luv. If you're a good girl, you might just get your naughty wish.' Many Ministry employees had approached and congradulated Edith on her spectacularly successful imitation of the blond Death Eater. Of course they didn't know she was female or that she was Harry Potter's wife. They were all met with the Malfoy smirk and the bland comment, "A Malfoy is always successful. . . nless it comes to Dark Lords." Some laughed but many were too uptight to joke about the recently ended war.

'Come here luv, and let me show you off. A Malfoy must always have a beatiful lady on his arm. And good Merlin do you look good.' Harry made his way to his wife and spread his arms like a much beloved friend, embracing the stiff form of his spouse and kissing bother her (his?) cheeks with enthusiasm, leaving red smears. "Lucius darling! It's been years. You look smashing. . . for a dead man." They both chuckled. "How is Draco?"

"It seems that he has cloned himself. Many, many times." Lucius/Edith gestured to those around them and various versions of his school rival could be seen. "It seems that we have lingered too long, my dear. We should be getting home." Before anyone could say a word more to the striking couple, they were gone.

Edith Apparated the both of them straight into Harry's office and pushed her husband back towards his desk. "Fucking Merlin in corset! You are the sexiest thing I have ver seen. God, Harry! Never let it be said that you don't listen to me." She ripped off his coat and threw it aside, hands sliding down the corset to his skirt and stockings. "What do you have under here?"

"Why don't you find out?"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

It was a game between them. He had challenged her, and now she had to take control and make him scream. And she had plans for that. She fisted one hand into his hair, knocking off the hat, and slowly backed him up until his butt hit the desk, mouths locked together. Her other hand slid under one thigh and helped boost him up to sit on the smooth wood surface. It slithered up his leg and under the skirt to feel around for what type of underwear he was wearing. finding the satiny fabric, she pulled it down and discarded it to the floor. The hand in her husband's hair let go slowly and drew her wand, shackling her submissive spouse to his desk.

He whimpered pitifully, but she refused to show mercy. She wanted his screams like she wanted her next heartbeat. It was instinctive and not a real thought. It was expected and demanded, else she die. The wand was hidden away back into the head of the cane the Malfoy patriarch had always carried. A glass vial made the next appearance and a slick gel was poured onto her leather-clad fingers.

"I want to hear you scream for me, Harry. I'm going to fuck you on your desk, both of us fully clothed. Then you're going to fuck me through the matress. In the morning, we'll make love, but right now it's going to be hard ad fast and rough." Her fingers made their way to her husbands back entrance and slowly massaged the gel onto and into his entrance. Once she deemed him slick enough and loose anough, she unzipped her fly and out popped a lime green dildo secured in a strap-on harness.

And god did she fuck his brains out. Three times on his desk, twice on the floor, once against the wall, and once on the stairs. She introduced him to anal sex and his prostate. That was a night he never forgot. He never got rid of the clothing either. She more than payed him back. He occassion thought about doing it again.