Lolita

Draco looked at his reflection in the mirror and took a deep breath. This had to be, hands down, the single, most pivotal moment in his life. Okay, so there was that time when he turned down getting the Dark Mark, but that had to do with morals and how he was going to be judged by the cosmos and karma. So, in reality, on Earth, that didn't count. This, what he was about to do, was going to really turn the tables upside down and show if he could do something other than being a sniveling brat his whole life.

One more deep breath. Check for imperfections.

I can do this.

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Harry Potter nodded absently while Hermione was droning on and on about something to do with their NEWTs. Honestly, this was only the first day of classes. His brain was still on vacation. He just wanted to go back to bed for a couple of hours. Was that too much to ask?

"Oh, Harry, honestly, stop playing with your food and--." Hermione suddenly stopped and gasped. "Oh, my god! Is that...Malfoy??"

Harry, upon hearing the gasp and Malfoy's name, lifted his chin from where it had been resting on his hand, and looked toward the door. He'd been hoping that no one had beaten the other wizard up. Draco hadn't done anything evil after letting the werewolves and Death Eaters into school at the end of their sixth year and therefore, didn't warrant any hassles.

Harry gasped when he saw Draco Malfoy, as he stood in the entrance of the Great Hall.

His first reaction was to wonder, "What the fuck?" His secondary and, in his opinion, more important reaction was, "He looks...beautiful."

Despite their violent past, Harry did have to admit a few things about his arch-rival. Draco Malfoy wouldn't be considered a female in any way and certainly didn't act like a pouf. However, he had always walked with a certain grace that Harry didn't think had too much to do with upbringing and more with hereditary instinct. And, certainly, if not girlish, Malfoy did have an androgyny about him that, while appearing more masculine, could have been either. It all depended on which emotion Malfoy was feeling.

But never, in any thoughts inside of Harry's mind, would he have considered seeing Malfoy like this.

"Bloody hell," Ron whispered. "He looks like a pouf."

Hermione clucked her tongue, and Harry felt a similar reaction. While he didn't have much exposure to anyone or anything gay, he knew that just because someone cross-dressed didn't mean that he was gay. Not that Harry was assuming that Malfoy wasn't gay; he just didn't like that immediate reaction.

"He looks good," Harry said in response, ignoring his friends reactions to this.

And Harry meant it. He'd seen a few other people dressed like that during the summer when Remus had taken him around London "to get out of the house." He thought it was different, but not discouraging. However, none of them had had the elegance or form to carry it the way Malfoy was now.

Certainly, Malfoy had chosen well for his figure, given that he had no curves for the style. It was an elegant, cotton, lacy half-sleeve top of a neutral purple and a knee-length skirt of the same style. There was, of course, a petticoat, a small one that very lightly "poofed" the skirt out, barely visible as Malfoy moved gracefully to his seat. There was also a white apron over the skirt, and he wore light makeup to enhance his features.

Oh, yes, Malfoy looked beautiful.

As Harry looked around, he knew there was going to be trouble. Already, when Malfoy sat down, several of his classmates moved away with looks of disgust on their faces. A few, however, were looking at Malfoy with too much lust in their eyes.

So, on an impulse he barely understood, Harry stood and walked over to his rival. He smiled when Malfoy looked up. Shyly, Harry asked, "Can I sit here?"

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Draco looked up as he was filling his plate and blushed a bright red. He knew that there were going to be some problems and hadn't been entirely shocked to have his classmates move away when he sat down. However, his secret crush was now talking to him. Could he take a moment to act like an idiot and jump up and down?

He gulped and slowly nodded, looking down at his plate. Suddenly, he was too nervous to eat.

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Harry chuckled softly, wanting badly to know what was going on inside Malfoy's mind. Instead, he reached across the table and lifted Malfoy's chin so they could look at each other. "I can leave, if you want."

Malfoy's eyes got really big, and he shook his head. "No! It’s just...I'm really...confused. Why did you sit over here?"

Harry shrugged. "Impulse. I'm sure you've learned over the years that I do a lot of things on impulse."

Malfoy laughed lightly, and Harry was amazed at how well Malfoy was carrying this look. He'd talked to two girls who had explained some of the basics of the fashion to him, and he knew that there was nothing wrong with how Malfoy was doing this. It was...cute and a little endearing, really. It made Harry want to get know Malfoy more, to know why Malfoy had chosen to do this.

As Harry stared to tuck into his porridge again, Malfoy said, "I've noticed, but all of the other times it was for something stupid. I'm glad this wasn't." He said the last part like he wasn't sure if Harry thought this was another stupid impulse.

Harry swallowed his latest bite and wiped his mouth. Normally, he wouldn't have thought much of it, but Malfoy was doing his very best to maintain such a high standard of manners and politeness. Harry thought it would be rude if he didn't do the same.

"No, you're right. It wasn't another stupid impulse." He smiled a real smile and felt something warm grow in his chest when Malfoy smiled back.

Now that was interesting. He hadn't felt like that since he had been with Ginny. What was that about?

Oh, well. He'd figure it out later. At least the rest of the students were talking again.

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Draco was really confused. He was also hurt, but more confused. He'd known all along that since there were only two other cross-dressing students in the entire school, he would be met with opposition, but he honestly hadn't expected what he'd received. It wasn't uncommon for a wizard or witch to be a cross-dresser. So, when he was cornered going to lunch by a group of what looked like two students from every house, he was only mildly concerned.

"Could I please move by?" he asked calmly. "I'd like to eat."

One of them chuckled. Smith, if Draco remembered right. "I thought you pansies never ate. Y'know, so you could keep looking like a bunch of girls."

Draco tried really hard not to sigh. "I don't know what you're assuming or implying, but I'd rather not know. I'd like just to go to lunch, please."

Again, Smith chuckled. "What do you all say? Should we show him why we won't tolerate this?"

There were murmurs of agreement, and Draco started to think quickly. How could get away from this without getting into trouble? His dilemma was solved when someone shouted a Body-Bind Curse with enough force that the entire group was suddenly bound.

There was only one person who had that kind of power.

"Are you all right?" Harry Potter asked as he jogged up to Draco's side.

Draco nodded, unwilling to admit that he'd started panicking. One thing he had to say about dresses--they made the wearer feel so much weaker and more vulnerable.

Potter smiled soothingly. "Good." He looked down at one of the attackers, scuffing his foot on the floor as if controlling the urge to kick one of them. "Look, I'm not quite sure why I'm doing all this, but I'd really like it if we could be friends. And I'd like to...walk you to your classes to make sure no one tries anything." He looked really embarrassed.

Draco smiled happily, unable to hide his joy. He tilted his head to meet Harry's eyes since the other boy wouldn't look at him. "I'd like that."

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After a couple of weeks went by, an announcement was made for the first Hogsmeade weekend. Ron was blabbing on about what he was going to buy now that the shops had reopened. Hermione, however, was looking at Harry with a curious expression.

"Are you okay, Harry?" she finally asked.

Harry looked up and shrugged. "I guess." He stopped and sighed. "Um, is it all right if we don't go together for this trip?"

Hermione smirked knowingly while Ron looked more confused by the second. "But, Harry, we've always gone together,” Ron whined. “Even when you were with Ginny, it was the four of us."

Harry nodded. "I know, Ron. It’s just...I'm going to ask Draco if he wants to go with me."

"Malfoy?" Ron yelled, startling several first-years who happened to be going by.

"Ron, hush," Hermione chided, smiling softly at the first-years so they would move on.

"Since when did he become Draco?" Ron demanded. "And why would you want to take him?"

"I'm not sure, Ron," Harry said truthfully. The words had just slipped out, but Harry didn't regret them. "And I want to take him so he can go. I mean, none of his housemates are talking to him, and there are a lot of students giving him crap these days--"

"Wonder why," Ron muttered. "The way he dresses now would isolate any one."

Harry took a deep breath to calm down."There's nothing wrong with the way he dresses. I think he looks great that way. I know he wants at least to go to Honeydukes, and I'd hate to think he’ll miss it because he's afraid that someone will hex him if he goes by himself."

Ron opened his mouth to say something more, but Hermione hushed him. She turned to Harry with a soft smile. "Go for it, Harry. I think he'll say yes."

Harry got the feeling that somehow Hermione knew exactly what he’d been thinking lately. He smiled. "Thanks, Hermione,” he said, hugging her. For a moment, they all just stood there, not knowing exactly what to say.

"Well, don't stand there like an idiot! Go ask him!" she said.

Harry nodded his head and ran off. Knowing what he wanted to do, he was suddenly excited. He had to find Draco and ask him.

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Draco was outside, sitting on a blanket and looking out at the lake. He was wearing a dark red corset top, a skirt covered with black lace, and black tights. One of his better outfits, Harry thought. Draco looked so content that Harry hated to disturb him. However, Draco seemed to have a knack that Harry's friends lacked. He knew instinctively when Harry was near and wanted to talk. He would get mad when Harry didn't talk, so Harry, sadly, approached, despite not wanting to.

"They posted the announcement for the trip to Hogsmeade," Harry started, and then promptly smacked his forehead mentally. Why did he have a tendency to say stupid stuff?

Draco nodded, looking sad. "I know. Do you think you could bring me something from Honeydukes?"

Harry smirked. He'd just known that Draco wouldn't want to go to the village. "Why should I have to?"

Draco looked really offended. "Well, I never said you had to. In fact, don't! Forget I asked." He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

Again, another mental forehead slap. Harry would learn one day not to speak without thinking. He sighed. "I'm sorry. I was only trying to ask if you wanted to go to the village with me."

Draco turned to look at Harry, bug-eyed. "What?"

"I said--"

"No, no. I have perfectly good hearing, Harry. I just don't think you realize what that would mean."

Harry shrugged. Earlier, he had considered that it would look like a date, but he honestly couldn't bring himself to care. "I think everyone thinks we're dating any way."

Draco shook his head. "It’s not just that, Harry. There's bound to be some reporter there from the Prophet who will see us together and...Merlin, do you even realize what that will do to your adoring public?"

Harry shook his head. "I honestly don't care. I thought in these weeks you'd have learned that I don't give a rat's arse about anyone's opinion. Even if that opinion is the wizarding world's. I've killed Voldemort already, so now, it’s my time. And if I choose to spend it with the most beautiful wizard, who cares but us?"

Somehow Harry knew that he had just crossed a line, but he didn’t care, just as he didn't care what the public would think. Draco, it seemed, was stuck. His mouth was working up and down like a fish. Eventually, he shook his head.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but," he took a deep breath, "yes, I'll go to Hogsmeade with you."

Harry beamed. "Thank you."

Draco raised his eyebrow and shook his head again. "Honestly. Gryffindors." Suddenly, his eyes bugged out. "Wait. Is this like...a date? Or...just friends?"

Harry didn't have to think. He was starting to understand that impulse he had that day he decided to sit with Draco, and he was only too happy about that impulse. "A date."

Draco flushed and seemed to have trouble breathing. "Right. Good."

Harry laughed. "Make sure to wear your best. If there are a reporters there, I want them know that I'm with the best."

Draco nodded absently.

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Draco lay awake that night, tossing and turning. He couldn't believe that he'd gone from being rivals to friends to going on an actual date with his former rival. He'd been in fourth year when he knew he was lusting after the Golden Boy, but even at that age, he knew it'd only been lust. He’d had no images of them doing anything but fucking. It was in sixth year, when he stood on the brink between the battle lines alone, that he realized he wanted Harry there, catching him when he couldn't be strong. That was when lust became a crush.

But these last few weeks changed that, too. Crushes, after all, faded after time. Yet the more time Draco spent with Harry (which was an awful lot since Harry was acting like a true gentleman lately), the more Draco knew for sure. He wanted to be with Harry for a long time. It was too soon to say forever or even if he was in love, but there was more there than lust or a simple crush.

There was only one problem in Draco's mind.

What was this for Harry?

He was sure that it wasn't just lust or Harry would've done something by now. However, Draco had gone out a few times in Muggle London in some of his outfits and had been approached by several men who found him cute because of his choice of fashion (Muggles were so easy to use Legilimency on). Draco couldn't help but wonder if it was the same for Harry. However, since Draco didn't want to violate Harry's trust and privacy with Legilimency, he knew there was only one thing to do. Sadly.

When dawn broke, Draco was still crying softly.

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Dinner was done, and Draco knew that they both had a lot of homework that needed doing. So when they arrived at the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Draco decided that now was the time to act.

"Um, I'm going to do some of my homework now, but could we meet later at the Astronomy tower?" Draco asked. From the look on Harry's face, he knew he needed to explain. "To talk. Please?"

Harry looked unconvinced and hurt. If Draco didn't need to know Harry's feelings, he would have demanded they go right to the library to study as had become their habit. Fortunately, Harry nodded. "Sure. Midnight?"

Draco nodded and, on impulse, leaned over to kiss Harry's cheek. After tonight, if his fears were true, he would have at least something to remember. "Later."

Harry nodded, looking dazed. "Okay." He looked happy, at least.

As Draco made his way to his dorm, he hoped and prayed for the best outcome. He didn't think he could take anything less.

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Thankfully, his housemates were sleeping, but Draco cast a Notice-Me-Not Charm on himself just in case. He had set himself on this track and there wasn't any turning back from it, but he just didn't know what anyone would say if they saw him in a jumper sweater and slacks. He'd kept some because there were times when he did want to wear pants.

He'd considered not bringing them to school because he wanted to show the world that he was not turning back, but his instincts had told him to bring them. Also, it was by far easier than transfiguring his other clothes.

He nodded, happy that he looked well-dressed, and made his way up to the Astronomy tower.

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Harry paced the stone floor, worried beyond all reason. He'd gotten to the tower half an hour early and placed a ward on it so no one would come up. Once he'd gotten up the stairs, however, he realized he would've been better off in the common room. At least in the common room there was a fire blazing against the autumn chill.

The cold, for some reason, made Harry's insecurities sharper. When Draco had told him that they needed to talk and had skipped their usual study session, he'd been afraid. The swift kiss Draco had given him had been great, but insecurities won out. That could've been a goodbye peck after all. Draco had looked shocked when Harry said they were going to Hogsmeade as a date. Maybe Draco didn't feel that way about Harry?

Oh, god, this was just about Draco letting Harry down gently. There was nothing else that this could be about.

The door to the tower opened and Harry feel to his knees. This was more shocking than when Draco had first worn a dress.

Draco bit his lip, looking upset. He opened his mouth to say something, but shook his head, eyes closed tight.

"Draco, what...I don't..." Harry shook his head. "What is this?"

Draco sighed. "I wanted to ask...Gods, this is going to sound mean, but Harry...I..."

Harry quickly stood and walked over to Draco. "Just, please, at least tell me that I'm not a total idiot and you've decided that we're not going to Hogsmeade together."

Draco laughed weakly and shook his head. "No, it’s not that. Well, I hope so anyway."

Shit, shit, shit. Harry took in an unsteady breath and collapsed against the wall. "I'm sorry if I was too forward or something...I just..."

"Harry!" Draco said quickly. "It’s not you. I just...wanted to ask...didyoulikemecuzilookedlikeagirlallofasudden?"

"What?" Harry was really confused. "I didn't understand."

Draco took a deep breath. "It’s just...I went out in London a couple of times this summer with my dresses on. Men approached me either to make fun of me or because they thought I was into kinky stuff."

"What?" Harry didn't understand. Kinky?

"Um," Draco blushed. "They thought I got off on wearing a dress and acting like a doll...during sex."

Harry blinked and felt his whole face and neck heat up. He honestly had never thought that way. He would admit he thought about Draco sexually, but not when he was wearing a dress. They were always naked.

"I just...well, I told you about them now, and I just want to know." Draco took a deep, shuddering breath. "You never talked to me civilly until I wore a dress." He stopped, obviously trying to gain strength for what he wanted to say.

Harry suddenly understood what this was about. He stood and quickly took Draco's hands in his. "Please understand. I'm not quite sure what made me talk to you all of sudden. I know it had to do with the fact that I was upset that no one would talk to you when you came in like that. Now...when I realized that I wanted to ask you to Hogsmeade for a date..."

Draco was looking sadder than he had before, and Harry wondered exactly what he was doing wrong.

"Shit, Draco, I'm an utter idiot. Okay? You knew that before all this, and you can ask Ginny. I really am oblivious to a lot of stuff. I just...God..."

Draco shook his head. "I'm sorry for doing this, but I really have to know."

Harry's mind went completely blank. What could he say? What was there to say? Just then another part of his brain woke up, and Harry knew there was something to do. It was a perfect time, too, since Draco was wearing pants now and not a dress. Harry just hoped it was enough. And not too forward.

He kissed Draco.

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Draco felt his knees go weak. He'd started to give up hope when Harry had started babbling. And really, Harry's reaction to seeing Draco in pants had not been encouraging. But this...was...

Oh, wow. Harry really did have strong arms. Exactly how Draco had hoped they'd be. As his legs gave out on him, Harry's arms went around his waist and held him close. Draco clenched his hands on Harry's sleeves as they kissed for what seemed like forever.

They pulled apart, and Draco grinned like an idiot. Harry was doing the same. "I'm not good when it comes to talking, just so you know. But I promise to always kiss you if that makes things better,” Harry said.

Draco nodded, still dazed. "Can't argue with that logic."

Harry laughed, and Draco just knew they were going to be all right.

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It was Hogsmeade day--the day Draco had been dreading. He and Harry hadn't kissed since that night in the tower. In fact, he was being so distant physically that Draco began to wonder if maybe he wasn't a good kisser. He hadn't kissed a lot of people certainly, but none of those people had complained. They also hadn't talked about the fact that he'd worn slacks. Harry avoided that topic, too.

Then Draco remembered what Harry said immediately after that kiss, and he couldn't help but wonder if Harry needed someone else to set the boundaries in a relationship.

He had spent the better part of the night looking through his entire wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear. Harry wanted and needed him to look his best. The problem was that Draco didn't know which outfit was his best. He didn't want to look over-the-top since it was only an outing, but he still couldn't go for a casual look.

In the end, the ensemble he'd worn that first day, the purple and lace, was chosen with a white bonnet. It certainly made Harry smile and that, to Draco, was what was most important. Harry offered Draco his arm, and Draco beamed.

"Hermione gave me a book a couple of days ago," Harry said as they started a slow stroll down to the village. "It was about chivalry and being courteous. I think it was written in the Victorian age. Very helpful."

"And this," Draco asked, indicating Harry's arm, "was what you learned?"

Harry nodded. "Yes. I figured that it would help complete your image if the gentleman you were with acted in the same manner."

Draco stopped them so he could brush Harry's cheek with his lips. "Thank you."

Harry blushed. "I have done a lot of thinking, too. I don't want you to think that I'm doing this because I'm perverted or something. I want you to know that I respect how you dress, no matter what style you choose, and no matter what, I will be happy with you."

Draco felt lightheaded. "I couldn't ask for anything more."

Harry smiled dazedly, as though Draco had cast a Cheering Charm on him, and they continued on to the village.

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As it turned out, Draco's prediction about the Prophet was true. They'd started their way to Zonko's to see what new products were available when they saw William Green, Rita Skeeter's replacement (right down to his scathing opinions). He was talking to a couple of Ravenclaws with a photographer standing next to him. When the photographer saw Draco, he smirked evilly and nudged William. They shared a looked and quickly finished the interview with the Ravenclaws.

"Let me handle this," Draco murmured. Harry nodded tensely, eyes narrowed. "Good morning, gentlemen," Draco said politely, bending his knees in a curtsy.

William smirked. "Indeed." He quickly looked to Harry and back to Draco. "I had heard from several students about you, Mr. Malfoy, but I didn't dare believe it."

Draco held his head proudly. "Well, as you can see, the rumors are true."

"And the ones about you and Mr. Potter?" William asked acidly. "That you are lovers?"

Draco furrowed his eyebrows. "Lovers? I don't know anything about that. Harry is taking his time to properly court me. Even if we decide to see this courtship to its finish, we've chosen to wait until we're married to become lovers."

William's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "Courtship, you say?"

"Indeed," Draco replied. "We feel that in this time, when the wizarding world is in fragments and unsure of itself, it needs people to show that its traditions are not dead and that the wizarding world is not falling to rubble."

William turned to Harry. "And you agree with Mr. Malfoy's opinion?"

Harry nodded. "I do, actually. While some pure-blood traditions I do not agree with, I feel that some are respectable. I'm not saying that everyone should follow our example, but rather than make hasty decisions that can ruin families, they should think before they act. Draco and I have decided that our rough history demands more care for relationship. Hence, the courtship."

William looked between them, and Draco could smell a sordid story brewing. However, without overstepping his manner, he could say nothing. Draco smiled pleasantly, posed for a photo, and took a deep breath when William moved off.

"Do you need a glass of water? The Three Broomsticks is right there." Harry asked as Draco moved to a shadowed alcove.

"I'm fine," Draco murmured. "Just need a moment." He took another deep breath. "Did you really mean what you said?"

"Did you?" Harry asked calmly.

Draco shook his head. "I was only trying to show that I was being serious. That I wasn't making a joke with the way I dress. By mentioning that we are courting, I gave him something else to report that will draw people's attention away from the way I dress. Not that I was using you," he hastily added.

Harry smiled softly. "I know." He bit his lip before saying more. "The book Hermione gave me was like a research book. It gave a list of other books that the author used for his research. We have some in the school library. One of them was on pure-blood customs. I meant every word I said. While some of the traditions are wonky and should be removed, I rather like the idea of a courtship.

"I was going to write to your mum to ask for her permission since I doubt your father's in much mind to give a proper response. I really want to respect any choices you make and since I have no family traditions of my own, I wanted to do something to show that I mean it. When I talked to Hermione about all of this, she said that since your family is so rigidly pure-blooded, you might like courting."

Draco smirked a bit. "Well, writing to my Mum wouldn't have done you much good. Bellatrix cursed her insane with the Cruciatus Curse. I'm the last of the Malfoy family." He squared his shoulders and smiled at Harry. "I accept your courting proposal, Harry Potter."

Harry smiled. "Good. I'm glad."

"You don't have to do this, you know. The fact that you're willing to is enough."

Harry shook his head. "It’s about time I show some respect for this world. It seems I never am able to. Besides, I really do think some of the old traditions should remain. I like this tradition since it’s formal enough that there are no expectations and sets rules for what's expected, unlike the fragile relationships that are being formed in these times."

Draco raised his eyebrows. "There are times when you completely take me by surprise. I'm glad."

"Good to know I can."

Draco laughed and tipped his head toward Zonko's. "Shall we?"

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Harry looked up from the potions essay he'd just completed and stretched his arms. At least now his homework was completely done. Now he just needed to talk to his friends--Ron in particular. When he and Draco had walked back up to the school earlier, he had told Draco that he wanted to tell Hermione and Ron about their official courting. Draco had agreed and they'd gone their separate ways.

Well, now or never, Harry thought.

He put his books and papers into his bag. "Hey, mates, could we go and talk somewhere private?"

Hermione looked up quickly, a strange expression on her face. Ron, on the other hand, looked alarmed. "It’s nothing bad," Harry rushed to assure them. "It’s just...something I wanted to tell you."

"Sure, Harry," Hermione said quickly, putting her things away while urging Ron to do the same.

Harry sighed and, as he began to lead them to an abandoned Transfiguration classroom, he wondered how he was going to make this sound like he meant it. That it wasn't a joke or something he was going to screw up.

"So, what's up, Harry?" Ron asked cautiously, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall.

Hermione, unable to actually say anything since there wasn't a fight--yet--merely stood idly by, warily watching the two of them.

"Well, Draco and I have decided we're going to court properly," Harry said, wincing every few words. "It sort of happened since we were cornered earlier by a reporter for The Prophet. I was going to wait a bit, to see how well a couple of dates went with us, but it doesn't really matter."

Hermione let out a squeak and jumped to give Harry a hug. "Oh! I'm so happy for you! Did you ask his parents? Well, not that you can, but, well..."

"Courting, Harry?" Ron sneered. His face was dark.

Oh, yes. This was what Harry was dreading. "Yeah."

"Was my sister not good enough to court?" Ron demanded. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his ears were turning red.

"It’s not like that," Harry said. "When I was dating Ginny, I didn't know any of these traditions. And really, it was just rushed with Ginny. I didn't really know what was going to happen or anything."

Ron took a deep breath. "Well, aren't things a bit rushed with Malfoy? Why aren't you just dating him?"

"I can't honestly explain it, Ron," Harry murmured. "It just feels right to do this with Draco. And really, Ginny is happier with Blaise. I think I even overheard him wondering if he should write to your parents and do the same. Court her, that is."

Ron shook his head. "But still, Harry. Malfoy? Why not someone else? He looks like a bloody girl! And those dresses!"

Harry breathed through his nose, trying to keep his anger under control. "I can't explain it, Ron. I just know that this feels right. And he makes me happy."

Ron opened his mouth to say something more, but Hermione jumped between them. "Ron, let's just go. Take some time to cool down, all right?"

Ron sneered as he looked at Harry, but he nodded and left. Hermione turned and again gave Harry a hug. "Congratulations, Harry. I'm happy for you both. Let Mal--Draco know, too? And don't worry about Ron. I'll keep him in check."

Harry laughed and nodded. "Thanks, Hermione. I'll let Draco know. Go before Ron suddenly decides I'm trying to take you."

They laughed, and Hermione left. Now that Harry was alone, his shoulders slumped, and he shook his head. Well, that had gone to plan and it had also not gone to plan. At least he had told them before they found out through The Prophet. It showed that he cared. Or so he hoped.

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Harry Potter: The Pouf Who Lived?
Draco Malfoy: Betraying His Family?


by William Green

Just yesterday, this reporter was in Hogsmeade chatting with some Hogwarts students to see if the children of Britain are moving on from the tragic war against You-Know-Who. However, it is clear that not all is well.

Harry Potter, who was once seen in a relationship with Arthur Weasley's daughter, Ginevra Weasley, is now courting Draco Malfoy, son of the convicted Lucius Malfoy, You-Know-Who's right hand man. Moreover, the younger Mr. Malfoy has turned centuries of rigid Malfoy family tradition on its heels as he appeared in the village in a skirt!

‘What could possibly be going on?’ this reporter wondered. I asked a few of the other students how they felt about this.

"It’s ridiculous is what it is," Zacharias Smith said. "Someone from such a pure-blood lineage dressing like this? And then he has to charm the hero away from the girl? It shouldn't be done."

It seems there are several others who feel the same way.

Has Draco Malfoy taken lessons from Severus Snape, former convicted Death Eater, and brewed a potion to ensnare Harry Potter? Or has Mr. Malfoy performed a spell to blind Harry Potter?

Perhaps it is time for Albus Dumbledore to look further into this relationship to ensure that our hero remains safe and away from such evil schemes.


"Bloody fucking hell," Harry cursed, slamming the paper down onto the breakfast table.

Draco sighed. He'd been looking forlorn the entire morning. "I know. Professor Snape called me into his office this morning and asked me if I had completely thought this through." He pointed to the paper. "Turn to page 3. There's more."

Harry blinked and turned the paper so fast it ripped.

Harry Potter: Turning to the Dark Side?

by William Green

I conducted a brief interview with Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy yesterday, and what I heard was most shocking. While this reporter shall not make any judgments that the traditions of the pure-blood society led to the rise of certain Dark wizards and witches, speculation has arisen in the Ministry that some of those traditions certainly are not conducive to tolerance and the healing of the wizarding society.

I asked Mr. Malfoy how his parents felt about his choice of dress, and while Mr. Malfoy did not say that he thought this parents would approve, he let slip that he and Mr. Potter were courting.

I asked Mr. Potter how he felt about this certain tradition and if he felt comfortable with the choice. He replied that he felt it was a respectable tradition. He went on to say that there are several other traditions that were to be respected in pure-blood society.

As Mr. Potter did not state which of these traditions he approved of, and given his current choice of company, this reporter must ask: Does Mr. Potter approve of traditions that the Ministry is deeming unhealthy for the community’s healing process? Has Mr. Malfoy brainwashed our hero? Will we soon be facing a new 'Dark Lord'?

This reporter will try and answer this question and more.

"Bloody idiots," Harry muttered.

Draco nodded. "I know. I did try to warn you."

"Shush, you," Harry hissed playfully as he turned to look at Draco.

Draco smirked. "Or what?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'll let you know when I do."

Draco laughed. As Harry resumed eating, Draco turned to Harry and kissed his cheek. "I'm glad you really aren't bothered by this."

Harry looked at his...boyfriend? fiancé? and gently smiled. "I told you I wouldn't."

"I know, love. I was just concerned. After all, I..." He stopped, blushed, and refused to look at Harry.

"Oh, no. What? Come on, you can tell me."

Draco sighed. "It’s just...I've liked you for a really long time and I was concerned that maybe you would realize that this is never going to be easy for us. Ever."

"And do what? End this?" Harry put his hands on Draco's cheeks. "Never. As far as I'm concerned, you're mine, Draco Malfoy, and I'm not letting you go."

Draco blushed adorably. "Good."

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Halloween descended upon Hogwarts and the Headmaster decided to throw a masquerade ball instead of a feast. He claimed it would help unite the Houses together since the castle's inhabitants were under strict orders to not tell, show, or write what their costume would be to anyone, not even housemates. It was clever when one thought about it. Draco and Harry, though, had been concerned that they would not be able to find each other with costumes that were sure to be chosen and would resemble Draco's (assuming Draco chose to wear a dress or ball gown). They quickly solved the problem when they agreed to meet up in the Potions room ten minutes before the start of the ball.

Draco chose to shock everyone and decided that a costume fit for a Renaissance lord was perfect. Harry chose something similar, and Draco knew it would be shocking. After all, why would Draco reverse his clothing choice and Harry wouldn't? It was a classic switch, which was why they decided against it.

Then again, Harry's reaction to seeing Draco in such tight pants made Draco reconsider. If Harry had been in a dress, Draco could have teased Harry into acting proper. This way, it was too difficult. Especially since there was nothing in the courtship rules that said there could be no heavy make-out sessions.

Draco eventually pulled them onto a balcony and put up a Silencing Charm and an anti-intruder jinx so they could have privacy.

"Can I ask you something, Harry?"

Harry shrugged and nodded. "Of course."

"Do you think that because I'm not wearing one of my dresses that it’s okay to...to...molest me?" Draco asked. He didn't want to be blunt or crude, but there was no other way to describe how Harry was acting. He didn't mind the heavy touching, but he was really confused. After they decided to formally court, Harry had only kissed Draco lightly, no tongue. And then tonight...

Harry's eyes went wide. He looked upset. "No! Honestly! It’s not that!"

Draco crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and resisted the urge to tap his foot. What? Just because he wore the dress didn't mean he was going to turn into a nagging wife!

Harry scratched the back of his neck before he sighed. "It’s just..when you're wearing the dresses and all, I feel like I'm back in the really old days when a man couldn't touch a woman unless they were married. But..." He growled, almost playfully. "Okay. Look. I have to be blunt. I really, really want to do stuff with you, but when you're wearing the dresses, I feel like I'm suddenly going to be shot for trying. Tonight completely broke my control because those pants show off...everything." He turned bright red and wouldn't look at Draco.

Well, that certainly...helped. Draco smiled and walked over to Harry, pushing their bodies together. "Harry, I want you to understand. Short of actual penetration, we can do 'stuff'. Alright? In fact, it might be fun." He leaned so close that his breath moved across Harry's earlobe. He'd discovered earlier that it was one of Harry's weak spots.

"Just imagine it is the 'old days,’" he started. "We get a moment to finally be alone, and I'm just teasing you into doing something. So you do because we're alone and no one can find us, even as they move past where we're hiding. Imagine touching me, me touching you, knowing that at any moment we could be found."

Harry squeaked and swallowed heavily when Draco suddenly bit down on the earlobe that was oh so close. "I...um..."

"Come on, just imagine it," Draco whispered. He snaked his hand down Harry's front until he reached the bulge in the tight cotton pants. He slowly massaged it, feeling the heaviness and the wetness that was spreading.

Harry moved so fast that Draco didn't know what happened until he was on his back on the stone balcony with Harry above him, diving down to mark his neck. Draco hissed and raised his hips instinctively, making Harry groan. Their hips were moving together, fast, and Draco was sure that the entire student body could hear them despite the Silencing Charm.

Harry came first, but Draco followed quickly. They lay panting afterward as they moved to lie on their sides and shared lazy kisses.

"So, that was okay, right?" Harry eventually murmured.

Draco laughed.

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The months, flew by, and soon they were facing only a month and a half until their final exams, the NEWTs. Many students were finding their way to the hospital in exhaustion, even Granger. But Draco had a secret weapon. He found that regular orgasms between him and Harry helped to keep them both relaxed enough that they could study enough to feel confident and prepared.

It worked well until their Heads of Houses started to call them in to ask what they wanted to do for their careers. Draco hadn't needed much counsel since his family's holdings and his home schooling prior to Hogwarts meant that attending Hogwarts was just a formality for him. He was going on to become a lord and, with it, the money that was his inheritance.

Harry, on the other hand.... Well, Draco knew that the Potter and Black family holdings had gone to Harry, so Harry didn't have to work. The team of Gringott's goblins kept that money secured and even tripled it. Draco just didn't think that Harry knew that. This was based on Harry's sudden moping after talking to McGonagall.

"Honestly, Harry, don't you know you don't have to do anything?" Draco finally snapped. Okay, so Harry's moping had affected their sex life, and he was frustrated.

Harry shook his head. "I've seen my vault at the bank, Draco. I have to do something."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Look, even though I could take you on and we could travel without ever worrying, I don't have to. Your family’s holdings are more than enough for your great grandchildren."

Harry raised his eyebrow. "Haha. Very funny."

Draco sighed and took out the Prophet he'd just been delivered an hour ago. He opened to the financial section and pointed out the reports on the Potter and Black holdings. "There. See?"

Harry took the paper quickly and shook his head in disbelief. "No one told me..."

Draco bit his lip. "Maybe you could write to the bank and ask them to explain?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, sure. Write the bank." He then stood up and wandered off.

Draco sat, feeling open to attack. He knew he was a competent wizard and shouldn't rely on Harry, but Harry had been at his side the entire year (or very nearly). He suddenly felt vulnerable, just like he had when he realized that he would no longer have Crabbe and Goyle nearby. He felt like he'd suddenly lost something important.

He scampered back to his room for more studying.

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Harry came out of hiding two days later. He went to Draco directly and pulled the other wizard out to the lakeside. He sat gloomily after spreading out a blanket for Draco to sit on. They sat in silence, watching the first-years tease the Giant Squid.

"I wrote to the bank and asked some questions," Harry said after a while. "They said that my father and Sirius had entrusted to them the money and that I was not to know until I asked. It was to make sure that I would never get spoiled or bratty."

Draco nodded, understanding. "So, then, have you figured out what you want to do?"

Harry smiled a little. "Actually, I have. I don't want to be an Auror anymore, but other than that, I really don't have any talents. But then Neville mentioned to me that he's heard of a lot of farms and herb gardens that are having problems with snake infestations. No amount of magic keeps them out; the magic actually draws them in."

Draco smirked. "Sounds exactly like a job for a Parselmouth."

Harry nodded. "That’s what I thought. I wrote to some of these farms, and they're extremely grateful that someone came forward to help."

Draco moved so he could lean on Harry's shoulder. "I'm happy then."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I want to travel myself one day and make money the way old fashioned lords do. I'd love it if you wanted the same. However, I just couldn't see you doing the same. And I really didn't want you to join the Aurors. I'd worry all the time. This, though, is safe enough and plays right into your saving people thing."

Harry laughed. "My 'saving people thing'?"

Draco nodded and mm'd. "Yes. You seem to have this need for wanting to save people. So now you can be…'Harry Potter: Savior of Precious Plants'."

Harry chuckled loudly.

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One Year Later

Harry took a deep breath as he heard the beginning notes of the song Draco had chosen for his walk up the aisle. Ron stood next to him and patted his back. He murmured something like, "It'll be fine." Well, Harry knew that (he'd set the wards himself with Dumbledore to keep away anyone who would want to disrupt the wedding). He was just concerned that he would say something wrong. Or that anything would go wrong, really. Draco wanted it to be perfect and damn it, Harry wanted to make Draco happy.

Eventually, Draco walked up next to Harry, all but glowing. Harry bit his lip to keep from groaning. Draco had made sure to let Harry know everything he was wearing, and Harry was all for going right to their suite after the ceremony.

Draco looked over at Harry and looked ready to giggle. True to Halloween and the fantasy Draco had laid out, he had played the teasing Victorian maiden to the hilt in these last weeks, and it was all Harry could do not to jump Draco. Draco really hoped that precome stains could come out of lace underwear.

The ceremony went off with no mistakes on Harry's part, and there were no interruptions. They went to the hall where the reception was being held, and Draco gasped. He had dropped subtle hints of how he pictured his wedding to be (truthfully, he'd always wanted a white wedding complete with a dress for him ever since he was a toddler), but had been disappointed when Harry had taken over all the details, refusing to let Draco have any opinion or choice.

It had caused quite a fair amount of arguments between them. Draco didn't want Harry to think of him as a toy doll that would do what Harry said; taking all of the wedding details (save the dress) was, hands down, the worst thing Harry could have done. The war ended when Harry started to give Draco little hints of what he was planning, and a few healthy orgasms later, Draco conceded.

Draco was glad he had.

The entire hall was white. Roses, carnations, chrysanthemums, and baby's breath winded around the walls and chairs. Silks and sheer cottons swept the wall; the tablecloths were the same. The entire band and wait staff were wearing all white. It was a vision.

Draco turned to Harry with a weepy smile. "Thank you."

"No, thank you," Harry whispered. He kissed Draco lightly, no tongue, but enough that their love was shared.

"Come on, you two, I want to eat!" Ron yelled from behind them.

They were holding up the line, and while some were patient, there were others who looked the same as Ron. Harry and Draco chuckled and walked to the head table.

Yes, this was perfect.

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Harry sighed happily as Ron kindly lead Draco around the dance floor, giving Harry the chance to rest. He had known it was going to cause trouble when he took over the wedding, but he honestly wanted to give Draco the perfect thing, without all the hassle that came with planning it. (Truthfully, a small part of it was that he was afraid of putting up with Draco's dramatics, sure to come if Draco had handled it.)

Thankfully, though, he had left the choice of dress up to Draco. He had no fashion sense whatsoever and even less when it came to Draco's ensembles. Besides, honestly, he loved when Draco made those choices. It was usually something aimed at a particular emotion for Harry or Draco, and this was a perfect example.

While Harry didn't care whether Draco wore a skirt or pants, he did have to admit that he loved it more when Draco wore a skirt. Something about the innocence of the dresses just turned Harry on like nothing else. It was even better when he knew that Draco was wearing every part of the outfit, like he was today.

He quickly wondered if anyone would notice they were gone. His narrowed in on the band, who was currently taking requests. Maybe...

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"Do you think they'll get mad at us for leaving and not saying our goodbyes and thanks?" Harry murmured as he lightly rested his hand on the back of Draco's head.

Draco looked up from where he was making a mark on Harry's neck. "Harry, honestly. This is our wedding night, and we just snuck off to fuck. How are you even thinking of anything else?"

Harry looked down and smirked. "Maybe you're not doing a good enough job."

Draco huffed and crossed his arms. He pouted, knowing the look would get to Harry. Even though he didn't want to marry someone who thought it was kinky that he wore dresses, he loved that Harry was turned on when he pulled out all the stops for his outfits. His wedding dress was exactly that.

Pure white. Lace and frills up and down and every which way. White tights, white garter belt, white lace underwear. He'd made sure to show it to Harry before so Harry would be tortured the entire time.

Harry pounced suddenly, making Draco fall back on the king size bed. "It’s about time I get in there."

Draco smirked. "Who says I'm not topping?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "It’s my turn first. And then you can do to me what you want."

"Promise?"

"Oh, yes."

Draco smirked. "Then do your worst, Harry Potter. Because once I get my turn, you're not moving for days."

"I'm counting on it."

Draco lifted his hips so that their cocks touched. "Get to it, then."

Harry's eyes softened. "I will. Patience, love."

Draco breath caught as Harry's lips sought the tender skin right below his ear and started a trail down toward his neck. When Harry encountered the cloth of Draco's shirt, he lifted his head and smiled at his new spouse. "Move up to the headboard, love."

As Draco moved to comply, Harry unbuttoned his shirt and let it slip to the floor. He toed off his shoes and socks, and then knelt on the bed. He stretched and shifted his weight so that he wasn't leaning on Draco, but was still close enough to peel off Draco's clothes.

As each button was opened, Harry's mouth bent to kiss the tender skin, worshiping Draco. Draco tried to keep himself from shaking, but the onslaught of emotion from his husband was too much. He whimpered and mewled in time to Harry's touches and clenched his fists in the sheets. When Draco's blouse was lying at his sides, Harry moved down to remove Draco's shoes, skirt, petticoat, and bloomers.

Draco imagined he made quite a sight. His blouse lying open on his sides, chest heaving, his cock and balls encased inside the lace underwear; there was also the garter belt, and white opaque tights. Harry certainly liked what he saw. His eyes darkened considerably, and his pants noticeably tightened.

"Would it be wrong of me to say I want to remove your panties and fuck you like this?" Harry choked out.

Oh, choices, choices. Draco really didn't want their entire sexual lives to be with them both getting off while he wore anything like this. On the other hand, the thought of his shirt sliding to his elbows and feeling the tights and garter hugging his hips and legs as Harry fucked him from behind....Well, that certainly had its appeal.

He smirked evilly and lifted his hips. "Do it."

Harry hissed something that sounded like a 'yes', but Draco wasn't sure. Not that it mattered. Harry shimmied out of his pants and boxers, and then moved back to the bed to kiss Draco again. As they were kissing, Harry easily removed the underwear without messing up the garter and Draco's cock lifted free, bobbing. Harry licked his lips and bent to take Draco's cock in his mouth.

"No, wait, not--" He knew he was going to come in seconds if Harry sucked him, but it was too late. His mouth opened in a scream, and his body tensed up as his come shot into Harry's moaning mouth.

"Sorry, I tried to...mph!" Harry had covered Draco's mouth with his own, and they shared the taste of his release. Oh, that was good. Harry's hand grabbed the lube from the dresser and lifted himself off his lover. He coated his fingers in the liquid, and then began to coat Draco's entrance.

"Oohh," Draco moaned, eyes closing.

"Beautiful," Harry murmured. Draco opened his eyes halfway to see Harry watching him as two fingers slicked into Draco's arse, moving like scissors within.

There were three fingers soon after and then, Harry poured some of the liquid on his cock. He moved his hips so that he was poised to enter Draco. "No, wait," Draco said. He sat up and moved to kneel in front of Harry, arse pushed out in the air. "This way," he whispered, looking over his shoulder.

Harry smiled and nodded. He wrapped an arm around Draco's stomach as he pushed his cock into Draco's arse. They moaned in unison, and Draco sat back on Harry's pelvis, bringing them closer.

"Oh, God," Harry breathed out. "Better...than I...imagined."

Draco laughed weakly and nodded. He did want his turn to top Harry sometime, but this was...amazing. The magic of their bonding ceremony was brought back to the fore as they made the last act to ensure a complete bonding. It was almost as if they were sharing one soul and body. They breathed as one, their hearts beat in time, and their bodies were in perfect sync as they rocked together.

"I can't...stop...I have to...oooh," Harry breathed.

"Do it, Harry, please," Draco moaned. He arched his back when Harry's come hit his prostate, and soon he was exploding.

They collapsed onto their sides, still breathing in unison. As they came down, Harry cast a wandless Cleaning Charm, and Draco slowly removed his clothes.

Harry brushed some of Draco's hair back. "Thank you," he whispered and kissed the edge of Draco's ear.

Draco linked his hand through Harry's as it lay on his stomach. "No, thank you. That was...perfect."

"Good," Harry said. "Your turn?"

Draco laughed weakly. "Are you kidding me? Give me at least half an hour, all right?"

Harry laughed in response. "Okay." He was silent for a little bit. "I love you."

Draco thought he might burst from happiness. "I love you, too."

FIN