Masquerade

Title: Masquerade
Author: joygoddess
Pairing: Harry Potter/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: disregards certain aspects of HBP and DH, cross-dressing
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns them all, I only play with them
Summary: A mystery meeting at a masquerade marks the start of something beautiful
For: the_Minx_17 who also writes lovely Harry/Kingsley stories, go read them!

Masquerade

Twenty two year old Harry Potter woke up from a restless sleep to the sound of an insistent tapping against a window. He yawned as he slowly made his way to the kitchen of his small apartment. As he saw an owl hovering before the window, he cursed himself for forgetting to leave the window open. Harry yawned again and let the owl in. He gave the brown owl a treat and took the letter that was tied to its claw. The owl hooted and left.

Harry stared at the parchment in his hands. It appeared to be some kind of invitation. He shrugged and opened the invitation. It was written on very expensive parchment

To Mr. H.J. Potter,

The Ministry of Magic cordially invites to you our upcoming
Masquerade in honor of anniversary the defeat of Voldemort.
This event will take place on May, 27, 20.00 h. at Hogwarts School for
Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Masks and costumes are required until the stroke of midnight
When the masks will be removed.

Signed, K. Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic

For a while Harry just stared at the invitation. Was it already so long ago? It seemed just yesterday that he Ron and Hermione were hunting for Voldemort’s Horcrux. Now it was already four years ago. With the arrival of the invitation, Harry was also forcibly reminded of other things. These things included his departure from the Auror Department and his longstanding crush on the Minister of Magic himself, Kingsley Shacklebolt.

He left the Aurors because he finally realized that now Voldemort was gone, he no longer wanted to hunt Dark Wizards. Once was more than enough for him and besides his fame only made things worse; some of his more stupid colleagues seemed to think that he only got the job because of his fame. So much for people thinking he could actually do something on his own.

The second thing would be his crush on Kingsley. Harry had first noticed the man when he was still in his fifth year. Around that time Harry realized that was gay. Luckily for him, the Wizarding world was far more openly accepting about being gay than the muggle world. His friends also took it very well. The first signs of a crush came later after Voldemort was defeated. As an auror, Harry had quite some contact with the Minister and a crush was born. Who could blame him? Kingsley Shacklebolt was a very strong and confident man. Harry found him very handsome with an alluring rumbling voice and a powerful persona.

Harry, however, did not have a lot of self-confidence. He still believed it was a miracle that he survived Voldemort and he could not imagine anybody finding him very attractive. Even though he was twenty two, he only had one short fling which only lasted until he found out that the person he was dating was only interested in his fame. That did not mean that he never experimented, just never with somebody else.

One day when he had been shopping, Harry had stumbled across some very interesting shops in the sex district of muggle London. He walked past a shop an in the display he saw men wearing women’s clothing. Harry was intrigued. He gathered up his Gryffindor courage and bought himself a nice outfit of women’s clothing, including underwear etc. When he came home; he tried it on and loved it. Not only did these clothes made him look sexy, they also provided some much needed anonymity. Ever since then, Harry walked around in women’s clothes on occasion. Ron and Hermione also knew about it after having walked in on him once. They did not mind, they only teased him occasionally.

Harry was rudely awakened from his daze by the sound of Hermione’s voice coming from the Floo. “Harry!” Hermione exclaimed impatiently. “Can we come through?” Harry nodded and seconds later Ron and Hermione came through.

They saw Harry standing in the room in nothing but sleeping pants on with the invitation in his hands. “Mate. Late night?” Ron said as he pointed to Harry’s outfit.

“Oops.” Harry said. “I’ll be right back. Help yourself to some coffee or something.” And he left for his bedroom to get dressed. When he got back his friends were sitting in the living room. They looked rather cramped and Harry was glad that he would be moving soon. At least he’d have more space for when friends came over.

“So.” Hermione said. “I see you got the invitation as well. Are you going? As what?”

Harry shrugged. “I only got it this morning. I am still thinking about it.” It was true. Harry was not really sure if he wanted to go. He was not sure he could face Kingsley without making an idiot out of himself.

“Come on, mate.” Ron said. “It should be fun and it’ll be at Hogwarts.”

“Oh, alright then.” Harry told his friends. “That leaves me with the problem of what to wear.”

“Well” Hermione said with a grin. “It’s a costumed party so you could wear whatever you wanted. Anything you wanted.” Harry gave her a smile in return. He had been thinking the exact same thing.

“This would also be a great opportunity to do something about that crush of yours.” Ron told Harry.

“You’re right, Ron!” Hermione gushed. “Today’s the twentieth, so that should give us enough time to work things out and find you the perfect costume.”

Harry smiled at his friends’ enthusiasm. Luckily for him, their enthusiasm was infectious. Soon they were lounging on the couch, catching up on their lives. Harry told them all about why he left the aurors and how he was working on starting up a small bookshop in town not too far from London. He also told them about the cottage he had bought with a large smile on his face.

“I can’t wait to move.” Harry sighed. “This place is simply too small and I need to get out of the city. By the way, do you have some time the next few days to help me move and to go shopping for costumes?” He asked his friends.

“Sure, Harry, we always have time to help you. We’re on break anyway.” Hermione told her friend and Ron nodded.

Over the next few days, Ron, Hermione and Harry moved all Harry’s stuff to the cottage. Harry had been right. Ron and Hermione loved the cottage with its white walls and large garden. There was even room for a guest room. Harry told them all about the small lab in the basement and the herb and vegetable garden he had planned for the back garden.

Harry took his friends into the town and showed them the place he bought for his bookstore. The building seemed perfect for the store. Harry told them all about the inquiries he had made and how he would be selling for muggles and wizards alike. The store was just about ready, Harry had already painted the store and the shelves were in etc. only the books still had to arrive but that would happen in a week. Ron and Hermione smiled at their friend’s obvious excitement.

Suddenly Hermione let out a squeak when the friends strolled through the village. She grabbed Ron and Harry by the hand and dragged them to a small shop with very beautiful clothes on the display. When they entered, Harry’s face lit up. This place would be perfect for finding his costume. The place was a mixture of costumes and regular clothes.

A girl cam up to them and asked them if she could help. Harry decided to take a chance. “Well.” He told the girl. “We have a costumed gala coming up and I was thinking about going as a woman. Something exotic but not tacky” The girl looked at him critically and nodded. She asked him a few questions and a few minutes later she came back with several outfits.

Several tries later, the friends had found the perfect costume for Harry. With smiles all around Harry paid for the clothes and they left the store. The days leading up to the dance flew by since Harry was very busy preparing his bookstore for opening.

Ron and Hermione had come over to his place to get ready even though they would arrive separately. The night of the dance, Harry stood in front of the mirror getting ready. He had used spells to remove all his body hair, to grow out his hair, a spell to correct his vision, a spell to hide his scar and a spell to temporarily give him breasts. The only things he did not change, were his eyes. He liked their color too much to change them.

When he was dressed, Harry looked into the mirror critically. Harry was as a Dark Faery Queen with a deep black corset. The spell he used gave his a nice cleavage but not too much, that would have looked unnatural. He was also wearing a long skirt of shimmery material. His underwear consisted of a black laced thong. He was also wearing long black leather boots that accentuated his legs nicely. To finish the outfit he was wearing a black feathery mask and with a nifty transfiguration spell Hermione had given him large black wings. One voice changing spell later and Harry was ready. He took a deep breath and left for Hogwarts.

Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt was standing near the entrance to the Great Hall, watching all the guests arrive. Some people he recognized immediately, others he could not find. He was especially looking forward to finding Harry Potter. Maybe tonight he could finally get to know the young man intimately. He was astonished to find that he really missed the young man since he left the aurors which came as a complete surprise to him.

Kingsley had already noticed the young man when he was still a boy but he ignored it then, they were far too busy with defeating Voldemort. When that was done, somehow Kingsley had ended up as Minister of Magic. That in itself he did not mind very much, it was the fact that he hardly had time for himself that bothered him. Now he finally realized how much trouble Harry must have when it came to finding someone who was not in it for the fame.

Kingsley never hid the fact that he liked both men and women and neither did it matter to the people who elected him. The trouble was finding someone who did not care about his position. Slowly Kingsley’s thoughts drifted back to Harry Potter. Now he was a truly handsome young man with his messy hair, his lithe body and his stunning green eyes.

Kingsley was shook out of his thought by the arrival of more guests. He noticed how most of the Weasley’s were with the group arriving now. He immediately kept an eye out for Harry, hoping the young man would arrive with the Weasley’s. At least that way, he would have no trouble finding the young man later. Kingsley finally decided that if he found Harry this night, he would make his move.

Suddenly his eye fell on the person currently entering the Great Hall. At first sight, it was a beautiful woman dressed as a Faery Queen. But his senses told Kingsley that there was something more about the person who just entered. Suddenly that person looked straight at him and with a jolt Kingsley recognized those magnificent green eyes of the mystery person. Harry in woman’s clothing. Dear God, Kingsley groaned inaudibly and felt his body react to the lovely sight Harry presented. Great, just what he needed, a hard on while wearing leather.

Harry had been very nervous. He had been standing in front of the door for at least five minutes before he had gathered enough courage to enter. His eyes immediately fell on the Minister of Magic, Kingsley, who looked gorgeous as the muggle character Blade. Harry felt his mouth fall open as he drooled to the sight of Kingsley in black leather. The man looked absolutely hot! He quickly entered the Great Hall before he embarrassed himself.

Harry had not been aware that Kingsley had recognized him when he slowly made his way towards to bar. He got himself a drink and moved towards the Weasley’s. Harry had a good laugh when Fred and George finally figured out who he or she really was. The twins had been flirting with him for ten minutes before they figured out something was up. But that only happened because Ron and Hermione were laughed like loons. “Nice one, Harry.” Ron told him with a grin. Harry smiled back.

Suddenly Hermione poked him in the ribs and pointed over his shoulder. Harry turned around and saw Minister Shacklebolt making his way over. Harry gulped and quickly downed his drink. “Excuse me, miss.” The Minister asked. “Would you like to dance?” Harry nodded dumbly.

Harry took the hand Kingsley graciously offered him and they headed towards the dance floor. Kingsley placed his hand on Harry’s hip and took the other one in his hand. They slowly danced together on the music.

“Who are you beautiful?” Kingsley muttered. Harry just smiled. He may be somewhat of an idiot when it came to dating, but he had not missed the small flash of recognition Kingsley gave when he approached him.

“You know who I am, Minister.” Harry whispered seductively. He moved closer to Kingsley and gently put his head on the other man’s shoulder. Kingsley smiled and pulled the young man in his arms closer.

“Yes. I knew the moment you came in, Harry.” Harry looked up and released the breath he was holding when Kingsley smiled at him. “You do look absolutely stunning tonight.”

“Thank you. You look amazing too.” Harry told him. Kingsley gently spun them around as the music picked up the pace. They moved together beautifully.

They danced together for hours, talking quietly. Kingsley finally understood why the young man had left the Aurors and he found that he really could not blame Harry. Harry in turn blushed when Kingsley told him that he missed their talks.

“What happens tonight? When the dance ends?” Harry suddenly asked, minutes before midnight.

Kingsley simply smiled. “Well. We take of ours masks, gawk at each other, say goodbye and then we leave.”

“Oh? And then what?” Harry asked curiously.

“I’ll take you home and fuck you anyway you want me to.” Harry’s eyes flew open and he moaned softly, not daring to believe his dreams were coming true. “I have wanted this for some time, Harry.” Kingsley told him. “And looking like this, I really can’t resist you. I want to have you and keep you.”

Harry groaned quietly. “I want that too, Kingsley, I have wanted that for a long time. Longer than I care to admit. I want you to take me home and make me yours.”
“Don’t worry, Harry. Before this night is over, you will be mine.” Kingsley growled in Harry’s ear. Harry shivered when he felt both his and Kingsley’s passion rise. Kingsley pulled Harry closer and they both moaned softly when their hard arousals touched.

“God.” Harry groaned. “I cannot wait until this is over.” Kingsley agreed with the sentiment. They were both very hard and they wanted each other badly.

And so it happened that at five minutes before midnight, the most prominent members of the wizarding community saw their Minister leave with another person. They shook their heads and some, like Ron and Hermione were simply very happy for their friend, who was finally getting what he wanted.

After they left the Ball, Harry and Kingsley quickly removed their masks. Harry also cancelled the voice spell. Kingsley was very relieved to hear Harry talking with his own voice again.

“Your place or mine?” He growled as he captured Harry’s mouth in a desperate and passionate kiss. Harry felt like melting the moment their lips touched. He quickly opened his mouth to Kingsley’s persistent tongue. When they broke apart, they were both flushed and panting. Harry grabbed Kingsley’s arm and apparated them to his cottage.

Harry and Kingsley quickly moved towards the door. Harry fumbled with key, a hard thing to do when he could feel Kingsley cock pressing against his ass. Kingsley growled as Harry teasingly pushed his ass back.

“Careful Harry or you might get more than you can handle.” He practically snarled in the younger man’s ear. Harry finally had the door open and they all but stumbled inside. Harry quickly cancelled all the spells on him and not a second to soon because the minute the door closed, he was slammed against it.

Kingsley immediately captured his mouth and thrust his tongue in Harry’s mouth in the same way he intended to fuck him later that night. Harry felt his knees weaken and he would have fallen if Kingsley had not been holding him.

Harry was not sure how it happened but eventually they ended up in his bedroom. Harry and Kingsley were still exchanging hard and passionate kisses. They were slowly removing each others clothes. Kingsley was delighted when he saw that Harry was also wearing women’s underwear.

God, Harry. Do you wear this stuff often?” Kingsley asked him with lust filled eyes. Harry’s eyes darkened when he saw the look Kingsley gave him. Harry stood tall and proud as he nodded. The look in Kingsley’s eyes went from regular lust to a predatory look that made Harry shiver. Kingsley scooped Harry up in his arms and carried him to the bed.

Harry was placed on the bed and with a muttered spell he was securely tied up. His eyes darkened and he moaned as he saw Kingsley staring at him hungrily. He watched Kingsley take his clothes of and Harry moaned as he saw the other man’s lean sexy body appear.
“Tell me if you are uncomfortable, love.” Kingsley told him. He then proceeded to undress Harry with great interest even though it did not go fast on account of Harry being tied up. But neither man minded.

Harry shook his head. “I’m fine. Just horny.” Kingsley smiled and closed in on Harry as to kiss him. The intensity of the kiss would have made him fall over if Harry had not been on the bed already. Kingsley slowly kissed Harry’s neck and marked him as his. Harry moaned as he felt the marks being made. His body was on fire.

Kingsley slowly worshipped Harry’s body even though his own body was telling him to take what is offered. Harry nearly came of the bed when Kingsley gently bit his nipples and he moaned as he then licked the hard buds. With kisses, nips and licks, Kingsley finally reached Harry’s straining arousal.

He gently licked the hard cock and Harry was reduced to begging Kingsley to suck him. Kingsley took pity on him and sucked Harry’s prick in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the hard prick. He sucked for a while and then moved his attention towards Harry’s balls. Kingsley laved them with his tongue. He always loved doing this and Kingsley truly enjoyed the needy sounds Harry was making.

Harry tried to buck and get Kingsley’s mouth back on his cock but Kingsley would have none of that. Harry begged and finally Kingsley relented. He moved back to the hard prick in front of him and took it back in his mouth. A few hard sucks later and Harry came down Kingsley’s throat, shouting “Kingsley!”

Kingsley smiled a feral smile and quickly turned the now pliant Harry over. He growled when he got his first look at the small pucker between Harry’s cheeks. He spread Harry’s cheeks with his hands and blew some air over the hole. Kingsley watched in satisfaction and the hole twitched and Harry moaned.

Harry practically screamed when he felt a tongue touch his hole. The tongue continued to lick, suck and spear his hole. Harry was once again reduced to begging. “God, Kingsley, please. Please, just fuck me, fuck me hard.”

Kingsley growled and grabbed his wand. A quick lubricating spell later and Harry screamed as two fingers were roughly shoved up his ass. He moaned even louder as those fingers touched his prostate. Another finger was added and Harry tried his best to push back on them.

A muttered spell later and Harry was free. Kingsley quickly helped up on all fours. They shared a hot kiss before Harry got impatient and muttered. “Come on, Kingsley, fuck me. You know you want to. Just fuck me, hard, rough and fast.” Kingsley let out a moan of his own as he placed the head of his cock to the entrance to Harry’s body.

In one thrust he plunged himself deep into his lover’s body and both men moaned at the sensation flowing through them. “Oh God, Harry, so tight.” Kingsley panted. He waited till Harry adjusted before pulling out and slamming back in.

On the second try, a loud wail told him he had found Harry’s prostate. He then proceeded to fuck Harry through the mattress. Kingsley picked up the pace and the sound of his balls slapping against Harry’s ass echoed through the room. Both men were panting and moaning.

Harry and Kingsley both felt their climaxes approaching. Kingsley wrapped his hand around Harry’s prick and stroked in time with his thrusts. A few strokes later Harry was coming all the while screaming Kingsley’s name.

Harry’s orgasm caused his inner walls to clench and the tightness made Kingsley loose control entirely. Several hard, rough thrust later Kingsley was coming as well, shouting Harry’s name as some kind of prayer.

The exhausted men collapsed on the bed. Harry smiled at his lover and performed a quick cleaning spell on them both. The two men slowly regained themselves and exchanged sweet kisses for a while. Harry put his head on Kingsley broad chest and drifted to sleep to the feeling of Kingsley carding through his hair. Kingsley smiled softly, kissed Harry forehead and followed his lover in sleep.


Epilogue

Several days later an exhausted Harry closed the door to his shop. It was the first day his store had been open and it was a great success. What was even better was that tonight, he and Kingsley would be going out together. Harry smiled and dreamily thought of the past few days. They still sometimes seemed like something out of a dream.

You see, Harry thought, good things do come to those who have to wait for love. Both he and Kingsley had to wait, but now they were happy and together. In love, forever.

The End!