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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53263 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 31: Dressing Up
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"The spell is ‘Locus Expende’, and don't forget to imagine what you want the room to look like," Hermione explained for the tenth time, but Harry was distracted. His eyes once more flickered over to the kitchen, where his second mate sat, sipping on a mug of blood.
Yesterday he had believed that they had finally made some headway; Draco had been nice enough to his friends (at least by his standards), they had talked a bit during their shopping and the Slytherin had even helped him with their bed, but today it had all changed again.
Draco had reverted back to his cold, patronizing self, it was even worse than the day they had arrived. At every turn, he got an insulting comment about his clothing style, his height, his appearance in general, his intelligence, and of course his friends. For the first time, he had seen something like annoyance even in Luna's eyes and Neville was by now hiding somewhere on the first floor; it was annoying, disappointing and made him angry on top of it all.
"Harry, are you even listening?" Hermione waved a hand in front of his eyes, annoyance now clearly visible on her face as well.
"Yes, yes, I am listening," he mumbled and forced his eyes away from his younger mate, but it was difficult. Yesterday he had seen a side of Draco he would easily be able to love and he had been so happy as he had fallen asleep, why couldn't it last? He had missed his unwilling mate all along, but now his heart was literally aching in his chest, hurting with longing, loneliness and the feeling of being inadequate, of being rejected.
A loud, exasperated sigh drew his attention again and he looked up just in time to see his friend fling her arms into the air and let them fall heavily back to her sides.
"Harry, what is going on this morning? There is something, isn't there?" Hermione asked gently and lowered her voice. "Does it have something to do with Malfoy?"
Sighing, Harry lowered his gaze to his intertwined fingers. He wished he could talk openly to his friends, or at least Hermione, he even believe that she would understand, but it was too risky, so much depended on keeping his relationship to the two Malfoy’s a secret, but he could at least admit a little.
"I am just... so disappointed. Yesterday I was able to talk to Draco and today..."
"Today he is a complete arse once again," Hermione ended his sentence.
Nodding, he glanced over his shoulder once more but quickly looked away when he saw that Draco was looking in his direction.
"You know Harry, I think he is coming along," Hermione mused and placed a hand reassuringly on his shoulder. "But you have been enemies for so long and Draco is a Malfoy, they are proud and beginning a friendship with you would mean realizing and admitting that he had been wrong all of those years."
"You are probably right," Harry mumbled, still feeling down. "But it still hurts."
"Well, he hasn't been particular nice today and I know that Ron was nearly up and about breaking his nose once again," Hermione admitted, but her words actually cheered Harry's mood; at least he still had friends that would protect him, even from annoying, blonde ferret-prats.
"Let's just get started with the room so that we can finish here and return to Hogwarts. We don’t have school tomorrow and could go to Hogsmeade to prepare for Halloween," Hermione pat his arm and they both turned back to her notes.
"I think I know what I have to do," he said and pulled his wand out. "I will just get started."
Hermione gave him a reassuring smile and he left the living room, already chanting the spell over and over again whilst imagining what he wanted his house to look like. He wanted it to be bright and spacious and comfortable. First, he went through every room on the lower floor, and then he climbed the staircase up and cast the spell on the upper floor. Around him the house seemed to grow, to stretch and to broaden, another staircase appeared, making room for more living space, bathrooms joined each bedroom, the walls grew higher and the corridors longer. Light wood replaced the white tiles Petunia had chosen a long time ago and a second fireplace appeared in the lower hallway, which now resembled more of a small Entrance Hall. As he finished, Privet Drive reminded Harry of those old city houses he had sometimes seen on TV. Satisfied he nodded to himself, went back down and called for everybody.
"That's so much better than..." George broke off and glanced over to Draco who was leaning against the doorframe of the living room where they all had gathered.
"It is," Harry grinned and looked around once more; he really liked the new appearance of his house, all that was now missing was the furniture. "I would propose that we start with our own bedroom and then continue with the added ones. Those of us who are finished can just return here and start with the living room or the kitchen," he proposed, and his friends all nodded. They split up and Harry went back to the bedroom of his former relatives, sparing no glance at his second mate; Draco wouldn't help him again anyway, but he had actually found the spell the blonde had used yesterday to put their bed together, therefore he wouldn't need any help anyway.
Opening the door, he took in the light wooden bed that matched perfectly with the colour of the floor. He had chosen a dark green carpet and hangings for his mates, knowing that they would not appreciate any red, but at least the carpet and hangings had a beautiful, golden pattern.
Oscar had already brought the boxes with the cupboards and nightstand up and he started by levitating everything that could hold clothing into the adjoining walk-in closet, which was large enough to be an entire room on its own, but after he had seen the trunk Draco had taken along for only three days, he had thought it would be necessary.
With a flick of his wand the furniture unpacked and with another, it started to put itself together. Screws and cupboard walls flew through the air. Harry had to duck a few times, but the chaos had calmed down within a minute and he examined the wall unit and the three drawers now lining the walls. There were also two room high mirrors hanging to the left and right, making the room look even bigger. Content with the result, he returned to the main bedroom and cast another spell. In this room, they would keep no clothing, but he had bought a desk and shelves for books and a few personal items.
The last room that had to be furnished now was their huge bathroom, but after a look at their bed, he snapped his fingers and waited for Oscar to show up.
His little elf appeared immediately, bowed and asked: "How can Oscar help Master Harry?"
"Please go to Malfoy Manor and fetch some blankets and covers for this bed," he said and pointed at the magically enlarged bed.
"Oscar will be back immediately," his servant squeaked and disappeared again.
Harry decided that he would not wait until Oscar returned and instead walked into their bathroom. He had designed it after the Hogwarts Prefect's Bathroom, only much more elegant. A silver, pool-like sunken-in tub spread at the far end of the tiled room. The tiles had a soft, silver-blue colour that matched the silver perfectly. Three sinks hung to his left and a nondescript door lead to a small toilet. There was also a huge shower in one corner and a long bench stretched along the right wall, but some cupboards for towels were still missing.
His eyes found the small pile of boxes and only a moment later the bathroom was furnished as well. As he stepped back into the main room, he saw that Oscar had already returned and changed the sheets. Now instead of two pillows and blankets there lay three, two in a beautiful shade of gray, one in an emerald green. The green one lay in the middle, indicating that it was meant to be his. A sad expression quickly flickered over his face as he wondered when he would finally share a bed with both of his mates.
Shaking the thought off, he quickly left the room, this was not the time to sulk; he had friends to help downstairs.
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Six hours later he stood with Ron, Hermione, Fred, Gorge, Luna and Neville in the living room, taking in the new look; it looked exactly like he had imagined it. Instead of the noble elegance of his own bedroom, the living room merely looked cozy and welcoming. The sofas they had bought stood without any real order in the centre of the room, placed around a low, but rather huge coffee table. The half-circle the sofas formed, opened to the fireplace and they were packed with plush, colourful pillows and blankets. In another corner, Hermione had set the old telly and PlayStation of his late relatives up and shelves with books and DVD's lined the wall; it really looked like a room out of an Ikea-catalogue.
"Hey Harry, do you think we could celebrate Christmas here? I bet Padfoot would love to get out of his hellhole for once," Ron asked with an expectant smile.
Harry didn't need to think about it for long, no one truly liked spending Christmas at Grimmauld Place, but until now, it had been the only place big enough to house enough people.
"Sure, you just have to convince your mom," he agreed with an equally wide grin.
The twins waved his words off, and said: "Don't worry, mom will want to see the new Headquarters, and she will be relieved to stay somewhere else for once."
"We should return to Hogwarts now, dinner has already started," Hermione reminded them and they all nodded.
As Harry turned to the fireplace, he already saw green flames flickering wildly and knew that Draco had once more gone ahead, or maybe the blonde had just taken flight, now that he finally was allowed to. Sighing and exchanging a long look with Hermione, he grabbed some floo powder as well and swiftly followed his mate.
Draco was dusting his trousers off as he stumbled out of the hearth, while Dumbledore sat behind his desk, smiling brightly as usual.
"Ah my boy, I see you are back," the old wizard said and watched as his fireplace roared to life again. "Did everything go well?"
"Yes, the house looks really good now," Harry smiled and turned to his friends who had just arrived, but a low drawl made him turn around again:
"As nice as this cozy get-together is," Draco sneered "I will excuse myself now and spend some time with people I actually like."
Harry, suddenly angry, sneered back; he’d had enough of his mate's stupid behaviour. "Then just piss off, it isn't as if we want you here, either."
His mate bared his fangs, a low growl coming from his mouth, too silent for anybody else to hear, but instead of replying anything, the blonde merely turned on his heels and stalked out of the office with long strides.
"Harry," came the soft voice of Hermione, but he cut her off:
"No, Mione, it is okay. He is just a stupid prat," With those words, he turned on his heels as well and stomped out of the Headmaster's Office; he’d had enough for one day, all he wanted right now was to go down to his father and hide for the rest of the evening. Surprisingly, no one stopped him on his way, even though some of his fellow housemates looked at him curiously. In no time at all, he was in front of his door and disappeared inside. To his surprise the light came from his living room, but as Lucius stepped out of the room, his silver eyes settling on him, he only threw him an angry glare, wrenched the door that led down to his father's quarters open, and disappeared again, leaving a bewildered and confused mate behind; but right now he didn't care for any Malfoy’s. He quickly walked down the staircase and at the bottom he pushed the door to the other quarters open. The living room was dark, but a faint light came from his father's private Potion’s Lab. The man must have heard his arrival because only a second later Severus appeared in the doorway.
"Harry, how was..." his father broke off as his eyes took in his tired and sad face, his weary expression and his slumped posture. With four long strides, his father stood in front of him, picked him up and carried him over to the couch, as he proceeded to wrap him in his mother's blanket.
"And now tell me what Draco has done this time," Severus ordered him in a voice that brook no arguments.
Harry took his time to snuggle deeper into the folds of his father's black cloak and inhale the soothing scent. He instantly calmed down a bit and sighed as a huge burden was lifted from his shoulders a bit by the mere presence of his father and his caring behaviour.
"The first day Draco was fairly polite, at least for his standards, and the second day we even talked and he helped me with putting the new bed together..." he started but paused when his father groaned loudly.
"Let me guess, but the third day he behaved like a stupid idiot that should rather have been sorted into Hufflepuff than Slytherin."
Harry snickered and nodded, waiting for his father who clearly wanted to say more but was still sorting out his thoughts silently; finally the man said:
"Harry, I know Draco for 17 years old now, I am his godfather and his Head of House; I believe I can say I know him fairly well." His father paused and waited until he had nodded slowly.
"Draco is proud..."
"Mione said the same," Harry muttered, earning himself a smirk from his father.
"As much as I hate to admit it, Miss Granger is rather intelligent and certainly the most empathic out of the three of you. But what I want to say is that Draco is not only proud, he is also especially afraid of feelings."
"Why?" Harry asked, suddenly feeling very confused, but if his dad was right then it would at least explain a lot.
"I don't know, but let's just say he takes the Slytherin sickness up to a whole new level," his father answered.
"So you are saying that he is afraid?" Harry asked to make sure.
"Of course, Malfoy’s are never afraid, but yes, I believe we can presume as much. That, of course, does not excuse how he is treating you," Severus growled and Harry felt his father's arms tightening protectively around him.
For a while, they sat in silence, with Harry thinking about what his father had told him. Soon his eyes started drooping, lulled into sleep by the comfortable warmth and closeness to his dad.
"Let's go to bed and you will drink some blood as well, this all would not have been so straining on you if you had drunk some blood from me and not starved yourself for over a month," Severus declared and lifted him up again. Harry, far too tired to protest right now, simply nodded in agreement and laid his head down on his father's shoulder.
They entered the bedroom and he was placed onto the soft double bed, before his father's magic washed over him and his jeans and t-shirt changed into a nightgown. He watched his father transforming his own robes as well, and the man climbed into bed next to him and motioned for him to come over. Harry pushed himself up again, his limbs suddenly shaking, and crawled over, sitting down on one of the man's thighs.
"Drink," his father said softly and with the tart smell of his father's blood just in front of him, he couldn't hold back any longer. His mouth watered as he sunk his fangs in and started drinking. The same feeling of coming home he had already experienced before, filled him again with every gulp he drank hungrily. Warmth spread to his veins and his stomach made a hungry growl. Slowly his gulps grew slower and further apart, and before he knew it his eyes had drooped shut.
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With a small smile, Severus combed through his son's thick locks. Oh, how he loved this boy. Only a few months ago he had lived with the belief that he was not able to love, at least not since Lily's death, but Harry had captured his heart in the blink of an eye. His eyes wandered over the beautiful, but tired features, over the perfect submissive body his son had received after his transformation, which was only waiting to be claimed by his two soulmates and yearned for affection. A low growl left his throat as his thoughts wandered to said soulmates. He was not sure whether he was angrier about Draco and the boy's stupidity or about Lucius for not having found a solution yet. Apparently, Draco's illogical hate for his submissive went deep enough that even the marriage contract did not help much, or maybe it was his godson's fear that went so deep.
Regardless of what it was, if Draco did not get his act together soon, he would take him to the side and it would not end well for the headboy.
Sighing, he shifted so that he would be able to detach his son from his throat, but his movements were stopped by the sound of his bedroom door silently being pushed open. His head snapped up, only to meet silver-blue eyes looking back at him. Lifting a questioning eyebrow at his godson, he watched as those blue eyes flashed red for a second as his godson took in how he was holding Harry close, but before he could react in any way or form, the boy turned around sharply and disappeared again.
Chuckling silently to himself, he finally pulled his son's head away from him and laid the small boy down. Draco was clearly losing the fight, which had just grown blatantly obvious; the only question was how long it would take until the boy gave finally up. For his son's sake, he hoped it would be soon.
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The next morning Harry awoke rather late, but to his surprise, his father had not left him and instead was silently reading, popped up by his pillows and absentmindedly combing through his hair.
"Good morning, dad," he yawned and rubbed his still tired eyes, before sitting up.
"Good morning, finally awake?" His father smirked and placed his book to the side.
"Yep, what time is it?" Harry asked and leaned forwards to press a kiss to his father's cheek before cuddling into the man's side. He loved cuddling, always had, but with the forced distance between him and Lucius right now, he cuddled even more with him than usual.
"It is half past eleven," Severus answered and Harry's eyes flew wide open.
"Shit, I promised to meet up with Ron and Hermione at 12!" He exclaimed and scrambled out of the bed.
"You should have no problem then," His father smirked as he watched him running frantically to the room. Fortunately, he had one of his Council Robes down here by now, or he would have needed to return to his rooms as well. Ten minutes later he was indeed dressed and ready to leave. Severus by now had moved into his living room and was waiting for him with two goblets of blood.
"So do you already have an idea for your costume?" His father asked in relation to his planned shopping trip and the masquerade ball later that evening.
Harry shook his head, he had not spent a single thought on his costume, but hopefully Hermione would have a good idea for him.
"No, but I want it to be good enough that Draco does not recognize me," he decided spur of the moment and after yesterday, no one could blame him that he wanted at least one day without having to talk to the ferret.
His father smirked, his eyes gleaming strangely, but he had no time to ask further as the grandfather clock in one corner chimed twelve. Jumping to his feet again, he grabbed his money pouch, shoved it into his trousers' pocket and left with the words: "I have to go now, see you later dad."
He raced up the stairs to the Entrance Hall and arrived just in time to see his friends stepping off from the marble staircase as well.
"Hi Harry, how was your evening with your dad?" Hermione greeted him, while Ron made a face next to her at the word dad.
"Short," he answered truthfully. "We talked a little and cuddled on the couch, but I fell asleep rather quickly."
Ron grimaced even more, but Hermione gave him a smile that told him that she was happy for him as they turned to the Entrance Doors.
"So do you already have a plan for today?" Ron asked as they left the castle.
"Yes, I am planning to avoid the Malfoy's completely; that means you two have to help me find a good costume in which no one would recognize me," he answered with a gloomy, but determined look.
"You have my support," Ron announced loudly and pat his back rather violently, but fortunately he was not human anymore. Hermione meanwhile had clearly lost herself in thoughts, hopefully pondering his request. A harsh wind billowed out his friends’ cloaks and Ron shivered. "I can't understand how you can dress in only shorts and a button down-shirt and waistcoat and not freeze to death," the redhead complained.
Harry was about to open his mouth and reply "because I am already dead," when his mind quickly stopped him. Instead, he simply shrugged and mused: "Must be my inheritance."
They left the grounds and started walking down the narrow path that led to Hogsmeade. Hermione was still silent as they reached the small village but snapped at least momentarily out of her musings; you really couldn't give the girl a riddle if you wanted her to be more than physically present.
"Let's start with my costume," Ron announced, puffing out his chest. "I want to go as Godric Gryffindor."
Harry had a hard time not to laugh, the picture of Ron as noble knight seemed just so hilarious, but Hermione simply said: "Then let's go to an antiquarian and search for a breastplate."
Ron paled at her words, but Hermione had already entered a shop directly to their right. "Well then, Sir Ronald," Harry teased and followed the witch inside.
To his surprise, they indeed found a breastplate, and as the rest of the armour was missing, Hermione was able to persuade the shop owner to give them the piece for a very cheap price. In another store, they found a leather tunic as well, and to Ron's horror, a pair of dark red leggings to wear beneath. As they stepped out of the store they had bought the leggings in, Hermione announced that she wanted to go as Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom, and pulled them along into a rather large store that specialized on women's clothes. All she needed was a white tunic dress, a style that never grew outdated in the wizarding world, and so Harry and Ron followed her up a flight of stairs to the first floor where dresses and skirts were located. Harry watched as her brown eyes looked around, but instead on wandering over to the long dresses, they stopped at a section with different skirts, right next to a section with lingerie.
"Harry, I think I have an idea as to how no one would recognize you this evening."
Harry didn't need to check where exactly his friend's eyes had wandered to realize what she was planning. "You want to dress me up like a girl?" Well, the idea was actually not a bad one. He was too comfortable in his body and sexuality to be afraid of dressing in a dress for one evening, and he certainly would be left alone.
"Mione, you are not planning on putting Harry into a..." Ron spluttered, but Harry quickly interrupted him, he actually found their friends plan quite genius.
"I will do it," he simply said, shutting Ron up and bringing a huge smile to Hermione's face. The girl squealed suddenly, grabbed him by his hand and pulled him over to the lingerie.
"I always wanted to go shopping with a friend!" She exclaimed happily. Harry simply smiled, not finding it possible to remind her that he still was a boy.
"Oh, I have already planned your whole outfit! We will dress you up as a beautiful doll, that way we can use a lot of makeup to disguise you even more!" His friend announced, eying him from head to. After a long minute, she nodded to herself. She then turned him around and shoved her hand between his shirt and his waistcoat.
"Mione!" He screeched in surprise.
"I am just looking for a label, we need your size," she told him and a moment later her hand left him again.
Ron meanwhile was looking at them with a horrified expression, but they both stayed wisely quiet as their friend went over to the corsets and picked out an auburn coloured one.
"I think a dark green skirt would match perfectly," she hummed and left the isle.
"Harry, has she gone insane?" Ron whispered into his ear as Hermione had disappeared from her sight, but the only answer he could give was a confused shrug.
"Harry, are you coming?" Hermione called and he quickly started searching for the girl. He found her as expected between the skirts, holding a dark green skirt up that indeed matched with the corset perfectly.
"Do you want to try everything on, or do you think it will fit?" She asked and Harry quickly scanned the two items.
"They should fit," he decided, not in the mood to find out if a woman's corset would be tied the same way as his waistcoats; besides, it most likely would not be too small for him, the chance was higher that he would need to shrink it even more.
"If you are sure," Hermione shrugged and gave him the two items before finally going over to the dresses.
15 minutes later they stood at the counter, paying for everything. As they stepped outside again, it was already rather late.
"We should go back now and get ready," Hermione mused with a look at her watch.
"But we still have three hours and I still want to go to Honeydukes," Ron complained.
"But I still have to help Harry with his make up and do my own and then we have to get dressed," Hermione explained in a patient voice, but Ron only asked:
"And?"
Harry, who had not really listened to his friends’ argument, caught sight of a silver-blond mop of hair at the end of the street and quickly pushed his friends into the next shop, which (to Ron's delight) turned out to be Honeydukes. The redhead immediately disappeared further into the store, but Hermione gave him a questioning look.
"Malfoy," he answered and pulled her behind a shelf full of different kinds of chocolate. They were just in time to see Draco walk pass them with an arrogant swagger to his hips, but to Harry's surprise, he was only accompanied by Blaise and Theo; apparently he truly was listening to his father's command and staying away from Pansy and Greengrass. That at least, gave Harry a measure of hope.
He watched the three disappear into a store a bit further down the street, and sighed in relief.
"Harry, what is it with Malfoy? And don't tell me it is only because of what happened this weekend, there has to be more," Hermione hissed into his right ear.
Shaking his head, Harry only admitted: "You are right, but I can't tell you more. It has to do with the Order and with Lucius as well, and as much as I am annoyed with Draco, I will neither put his, nor his father's life at risk."
His friend's eyes widened in surprise as she probably tried to imagine what the two aristocrats were doing for the Order that could be so dangerous.
"Are they both... like Snape?" She finally asked carefully and Harry slowly nodded. That was of course not all of it, but it would be enough to satisfy her curiosity for the moment.
Ron returned to them in that moment, his arms packed full with a huge paper bag filled with candies.
"Now we can go back," the redhead grinned and turned to the exit. Making sure that Draco was still in the store, Harry quickly followed him and started a quick pace; he wanted to put as much space between himself and his second mate as possible and as quickly as possible.
They walk back was fortunately uneventful and half an hour later Harry, Ron and Hermione snuck into the fifth year boy's dormitory and sealed the door.
"Let's start!" Hermione announced and picked the bag with her dress and his outfit from Ron's bed. She pulled out the skirt, the corset and to Harry's absolute horror, a pair of black panties.
"Now you are going too far, Mione!" Ron exclaimed while Harry was still too shocked to reply to anything, but Hermione only shot them a glare and said:
"If he wears his long boxers under the skirt, they will show."
Harry decided to not admit that he didn't even possess any boxers anymore and just kept silent, inwardly resigned to the fact that he would spend the night in girl's lingerie.
"And now strip," Hermione ordered, pushing the panty into his hands and turned politely around.
Giving Ron a helpless look, Harry stood up from where he had sat on his old bed and unlaced his boots, before stepping out of them. His shorts and tights followed, together with his waistcoat and his button-down. Ron didn't even comment anymore about the fact that he had been naked beneath his shorts, or maybe he did not notice it as his friend was occupied with looking everywhere but at him.
Bending down, Harry stepped into the panty and pulled the small, black silk cloth up. He blushed furiously as the cool, soft material brushed against his private parts, stimulating him at a time he certainly couldn't need it. Memories of equally soft fingers and lips surfaced, but he quickly shoved them away and suppressed any reaction, before quickly covering himself with the green skirt.
"You can turn around again," he told his friends, who both turned back to him, Hermione already holding the corset.
"Lift your arms, I will help you. Women's corsets are a bit more complicated as they have no holes for the arms to hold them in place while you lace them."
He did as told and watched curiously as his friend placed the auburn material around his torso, before moving behind him and starting to fasten it.
"Tell me how tight you want it," she told him and pulled on the laces.
It took a while until Harry felt it tighten at all and as he had predicted, it turned out to be too big. Behind him, Hermione sighed in frustration, but pulled her wand out and said:
"I will just shrink it to your size. Say stop as soon as it is small enough."
Nodding, Harry waited until he felt the corset cling to his body nicely before he stopped his friend.
"Your new body is really crazy," Ron said, eyeing him and then added: "You really can pull off pretending to be a girl, but maybe we should figure out something for your nonexistent..." he made a rude gesture and Harry flushed.”I don't want any... breasts."
"But it would look better, Harry," Hermione agreed with Ron, but Harry shook his head; for some reason he was against it.
"Well, then I just have to make even more of an effort with your hair and makeup," Hermione smiled and waved her wand again.
Harry jumped in surprise as he suddenly felt curls touching his shoulders and growing past them, he should have expected that his female friend would also grow his hair out; he was supposed to be a girl after all.
"You really can pull off being a girl!" Ron gasped with wide eyes. Harry, who had yet to see himself, only gave him a small smile and a shrug, but his attention was brought back to Hermione when the witch flicked her wand and a small chest flew from her trunk.
"What's in there?" He asked curiously but wasn't quite sure if he wanted to know.
"Makeup, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, those type of things," she answered with a flush.
"You have jewellery?" Harry asked in surprised, he had never seen his friend with any kind of jewellery.
"I have, buying jewellery is my weakness, but I never wear it. I am not the type," Hermione confessed and her flush deepened even further.
Frowning, Harry looked her up and down, but in his opinion she was wrong. Hermione had a naturally beautiful face and a good figure, two things boys love, and her curls would be beautiful too if she only took a bit more care of them.
"I think you are wrong. You shouldn't be so shy, you are a beautiful witch."
Ron started to splutter and Harry smirked, apparently the redhead was not as blind and clueless as Hermione had thought. He winked meaningfully at her, before gesturing to the chest.
"Right, we have no time for that," Hermione said and opened the wooden box. Inside Harry could see a truly impressive assortment of all kinds of jewellery, but no makeup. However, she started rummaging in the chest as apparently her makeup had fallen to the bottom of the middle-sized box.
"I think we don't need any white makeup, you are pale enough as it is," she mused with a look at his face and then nodded to herself before picking up a black pencil.
"Look up," she ordered and Harry did as told.
"I will start with your eyes now," she told him before the pencil touched his lower eyelid. It was an odd feeling having his eyes coloured and a few times he was afraid that he would get pencil into his eyes, but Hermione worked slowly and carefully. After she had lined his eyes with the black colour, she picked up a small jar with golden powder and a brush and continued to cover his upper lids. When that was done as well, she also coloured his lashes and ordered him to look down while she applied some pink rouge to his cheeks.
"Nearly done," she said after about 15 minutes. "We only have to colour your lips."
Harry watched her pick a pink lipstick up and motioned for him to open his mouth slightly. Harry decided then and there that he was not a fan of lipstick, it felt uncomfortably sticky, but for this evening it would be fine.
Hermione took a step back and Harry nearly squirmed under her scrutinizing look.
"Something is still missing," she hummed, tapping her chin thoughtfully with a finger.
"Ah! I know!" She suddenly exclaimed, startling him and Ron, before going over to the chest again and pulling out a necklace and a bracelet made of white pearls.
"Every woman needs jewellery and every doll needs a pearl necklace," she explained and moved behind him to close the necklace around his neck.
Now Harry truly felt a bit odd, he was still a boy after all, he couldn't imagine that he truly looked like a girl now, necklace or not; maybe this idea wasn't such a good one after all and he would only embarrass himself and his mates at the ball?
But all his worries disappeared when Hermione conjured a mirror and his eyes fell on a small, but beautiful girl. He needed a long moment to realize that the girl with the big, sparkling green eyes, the fair porcelain skin, the rosy cheeks, the pink, plump lips and the slender waist was him, he looked so different and at the same time, he could still see himself in that beautiful person. His eyes wandered up and down his reflexion again, over the tight corset and the wide, but short, dark green skirt that ended two hands above his knees and he realized, it was not only him he saw in the mirror. If he imagined his curls to be a dark red and not black, then he would definitively look like his mother.
"You still look too much like yourself," Hermione suddenly said unhappily, pulling him from his daze.
"What about a mask? It is a masquerade ball after all," Ron proposed.
Hermione nodded slowly and started to search for something. She finally picked up the Quidditch magazine that lay on Ron's bed and pointed her wand at it, Only a second later the magazine had transformed into a beautiful red and golden phoenix-feathered mask that was fairly small, only large enough to cover his eyes and cheekbones and part of his nose, but as he put the mask on he immediately saw that it would be enough.
"You look so great!" Hermione exclaimed and then stepped closer, whispering: "You should take a photo and send it to your second mate, maybe it will help him to realize what a good catch you are."
Harry flushed, not sure if Draco would appreciate his disguise, but he didn't have much time to think about the suggestion, as Ron asked:
"What are you whispering about?"
"Nothing, nothing," Hermione smiled, as she pulled a flask of perfume from her skirt pocket and sprayed a generous amount over him. Harry coughed as the sweet scent filled his nostrils, but Hermione only turned to Ron and asked: "So, what do you think?"
Harry found himself scrutinized for the second time that evening, but in contrast to Hermione, Ron said "He is too flat," and made a crude gesture to indicate what he meant.
To Harry's horror, Hermione turned around with a thoughtful expression on her face and he quickly refused: "I will not have breasts!"
Hermione lifted her hands in a soothing gesture. "I think you will be fine enough like this."
"If you two think so," Ron said, eyeing Harry again. "You should be careful, or some blokes might hit on you," the redhead grinned, before turning to his own costume.
The next two hours Harry watched as Hermione helped Ron get into his own costume and started to dress up herself as well. When only half an hour was left until the start of the ball, he decided to visit his dad and show him his costume.
"It might be a good idea to go with him to the ball. You could say that you are a relative of his," Hermione mused. "We could meet in the Great Hall later."
Nodding, Harry promised to find a reason to address them later and slipped out of the boy's dorm. On his way down to the common room and over to the portrait hole, he got many curious looks, which (to his surprise) ranged from baffled, to flirtatious and very jealous on the girls' side. Therefore he quickened his steps and rushed into his quarters only a few seconds later, from where he went down to his father's rooms.
He pulled his mask down, opened the door carefully, wanting to surprise the man, but the reaction he got exceeded his every expectation.
His father was sitting on his couch, a heavy tomb on his lab and reading, but as soon as he stepped inside, Severus lifted his head and his eyes widened as if he was seeing a ghost. The book slid from his father's lap as the man stood up slowly and landed onto the floor with a loud thud.
"Lily... is it you?" His father croaked out and a pang of guilt shot through Harry's heart, this wasn't what he had planned.
He quickly forced a small smile on his face and said: "No, dad, I believe mom was taller and curvier and her hair colour was different."
His father blinked a few times, obviously trying to understand what he had been seeing and then the black orbs widened in realization.
"Harry? Why are you dressing like a girl?"
Still conscious about the shocked look his father was giving him, Harry quickly put his mask back on and mumbled: "I just want some peace and quiet this evening."
His father nodded in understanding, but then suddenly smirked: "You should change your shoes my son."
Before Harry could do more than looking down, Severus had already pointed his wand at the sneakers he was still wearing and had transformed them into a pair of auburn pumps, which perfectly fit in with his corset. He stumbled for a second, but luckily his vampire grace helped him to get his balance back quickly and grinned at his dad.
"Thanks," he said, before going over to the sofa and flopping down on it. His father mirrored his action (only much more gracefully) and said "It is truly amazing how much you look like your mother. And she truly must have resembled James quite a lot as well."
Harry nodded slowly, his father was probably right. Normally, as a boy, everybody told him how much he resembled his uncle (although his father had always told him otherwise) and now, dressed up like a girl, he looked very much like Lily. But well, those two had been cousins after all, there had to be some resemblance between them.
"Do I assume correctly that I am to escort you to the ball?" His father asked, interrupting the comfortable silence.
"Yes, Hermione thinks it would be a good idea. If I go down with them everybody will know who I am," he nodded.
"That is the most likely conclusion," His father agreed and rose to his feet.
Only then did Harry notice that Severus was still wearing his usual robes and frowned. "Are you not dressing up?" he answered with a slight accusation in his voice.
"I could tie my hair back, but nothing more," his father sneered in disgust at the mere thought.
Chuckling, Harry shook his head and said "No, that's not necessary," and stood up as well. He placed a hand on the man's arm, knowing by now how to do it correctly, and they left the quarters together.
The looks he received from his father's students was even more curious, which was not surprising. The students generally believed that his dad had no relatives or friends, Harry had once thought the same, and it had been correct so far, as the man himself had not known that he had a son. A wide smile spread over his lips at the thought. He had a father, sometimes he still couldn't believe it, it was such an incredible feeling.
Thinking about it, his life had truly changed in that aspect. Before this summer, he only had Ron and Hermione and a godfather who sadly couldn't help him much due to his status as wanted criminal. And now he had not only a father, but also two mates; fortune really had smiled down on him for once.
They reached the double doors to the Great Hall, which for once stood wide open. Pumpkin-lanterns were the only source of light and as it was tradition on Halloween a swarm of bats fluttered above their heads. Harry could even make out a glimpse of gold; apparently Justitius had joined his contemporaries. Looking around again, he saw that the house tables and the head table now lined up against the right wall where a huge buffet had been prepared by the House Elves. He and his father were actually some of the last people to arrive. To his left his Gryffindor year mates had gathered; he saw Dean Thomas dressed as a ghost, Lavender looked like a princess and Parvati like an elf.
"Severus, I see you have brought company," a deep, melodious voice suddenly drawled to his right and Harry turned his head. He groaned inwardly as he came face to face with one of the two people he did not wish to see today.
His first mate had chosen the easy way and had dressed up as a vampire. He had let his glamours fall and coloured his lips with something that made them look as if he had just drunken some blood. His usual robes had been exchanged for a pompous pair that looked as if it had once been worn by a late relative from the 18th century. The white shirt beneath his waistcoat had frilly sleeves and the silk scarf he wore instead of a tie was equally frilly in style. Lucius had also tied his hair back and sprinkled something red onto the tie to make the outfit perfect for the spectators; of course no vampire would actually be so messy and dirty his clothes with blood, the liquid was far too valuable.
"A relative?" His mate asked with a sly smirk and eyed him intently, his nostrils flaring.
"Yes, my niece," his father answered smoothly and Harry could see that both men knew that this conversation was only for eventual listeners.
"Bonsoir, Madame," Lucius purred, took his hand and to Harry's absolute embarrassment, his mate leaned forwards and kissed it softly. The warm lips had barely touched his skin, but after so many weeks with nearly no contact, his skin tingled as if a thousand ants were crawling over it and he shuddered in pleasure.
"Good evening," he replied, knowing that his voice sounded very stiff.
"Well, I can see when my presence is not appreciated," Lucius said softly and the truth behind those words made a wave of pain and sadness flood through Harry's body, but it was true; he wanted to spend a relaxed evening with his friends, far away from his mates and all their problems.
Lucius was already turning around, when his hand automatically shot out, grabbing the wrist of his mate. "I am sorry, Lucius. Just this evening," he whispered nearly inaudibly even for vampire ears.
"Don't be, you will see us tomorrow," his mate said without turning around and disappeared into the crowd.
"Don't worry, Harry," his father whispered and nudged him softly, his finger pointing at the table with the drinks. Looking up, he saw a red-haired knight and a girl in a white, Greek dress standing there.
"Do you want to join your friends?"
Harry's lips stretched into a smile, he would forget the incident with Lucius and just have fun for the rest of the night.
"Yes," he said and turned to give his father a peck on his cheek, before disappearing into the crowd as well.
He made his way through the mass of students and soon had reached the buffet.
"Excuse me, can you hand me a drink?" He asked in a sweet, girlish voice and his two friends spun around.
Harry blinked in surprise as he saw Hermione; she really was beautiful, just like he had thought. His friend only wore the slightest hint of makeup, she had pinned her hair up with a golden clasp and wore a golden medallion around her neck. Ron looked great as well. Hermione had grown his red hair into a bob, and somehow managed to make it look silky; like spun copper. The breastplate enhanced his already high and broad-shouldered posture and they had even managed to borrow a sword from one of the Hogwarts suits of armours.
"You two look great," he grinned and took a goblet with some lilac and alcoholic smelling liquid from Ron.
"Be careful, Fred and George managed to pour fire whiskey into the bowl," his friend warned, but Hermione only said: "If the number of potions he needs is any indication, then he could probably drink the whole bowl and would still be rather sober."
"Right," Ron said and his grin fell a little.
"Did you plan on getting me drunk?" Harry asked teasingly as they left the buffet to stand somewhere more privately.
"Maybe..." Ron grinned. "I have never seen you drink until now."
"And it is better that way, or have you forgotten how old he is?" Hermione scolded him, contradicting her own words slightly.
"Of course not..." Ron started, but the beginnings of an argument were halted when Dumbledore suddenly spoke up:
"Welcome students and Professors to our Halloween Ball. I don't want to say much, just to have fun!"
Loud music started and Harry turned to see that nearly all the students made their way to the middle of the room to dance.
"Your shoes look great," Hermione said and pointed at his pumps.
"Thanks, dad transfigured my sneakers," Harry grinned and lifted up one foot to show them off properly.
"I can't help myself, it is still strange to hear you call Snape dad... not father but dad," Ron said awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.
Harry shrugged as usual, he didn't really know what to say, for him it felt right to call the snarky Potions Master dad, but his instincts probably had a lot to do with it.
"There really are a few amazing costumes," Hermione changed the topic.
"And a few truly scary ones," Ron said with a shudder and as Harry followed his friend's gaze, he saw that they had landed on Lucius.
"Yes, he truly looks like a real vampire," Hermione agreed.
"Well, he has the money to buy a good costume, doesn't he?" Harry asked awkwardly.
"True," Ron nodded and added "But I think your father would have made an even better vampire, I mean he already nearly looks like one."
Harry threw his friend a glare, as it was expected of him, but their conversation was once again interrupted as Ginny stepped in between her brother and Hermione.
"Have you two seen, Harry? I can't find him anywhere," she pouted and fumbled with the red tail of her cat-costume, which should probably have made her look sexy.
Ron opened his mouth and by the look on his friend's face, Harry could already see that he wouldn't like the response, but luckily Hermione beat him to it:
"He isn't feeling well, but maybe he will stop by later," she said quickly and threw Ron a pointed look.
"I bet he is feeling bad because of all the potions his so called father forced down his throat," Ginny glared and Harry ground his teeth together to suppress the urge to growl at the girl.
"He has a stomach ache," Hermione said pointedly, but as usual Ginny did not catch the hint:
"I knew it; we should have stopped the git. Poor Harry, he is such a sweet boy, he is far too nice and helpless to defend himself from Snape."
Harry, who finally couldn't hold his tongue any longer, cleared his throat, hoping that his voice would sound different enough as he said: "Excuse me, but I believe you have a wrong picture of Severus. Sure, he is strict, but he is also one of the most caring people I know."
Ginny, who had not noticed him until now, looked up and narrowed her eyes after she had examined him for a long few seconds. "And who are you?" She snapped rudely, but Harry wasn't impressed.
"I am Professor Snape's niece," he answered nonchalantly, but Ginny only snorted.
"Then I guess it is no wonder that you would defend him, he will probably Crucio you otherwise."
Next to him, Hermione gasped in shock and opened her mouth to say something, but Ron's sister was unfortunately not finished yet.
"You know, I don't believe that shit about a mate, so why are you here? Does Snivellus want to force Harry into marrying you? You can forget that because he will marry me!"
At those words, Harry could only roll his eyes; he had gotten tired of Ginny's possessive illusions a long time ago.
"No, we are not going to be engaged, Harry is after all already courting his mate," he replied with a cold glare.
"And you think I will believe that excuse? Harry is the most gorgeous, nicest, richest and famous bachelor right now, who else would you want?"
A vain actually started throbbing at Ron's right temple then, and Harry wisely kept silent as his friend drew in a deep breath of air, before snapping:
"Gin, how about you go join some of your friends and we tell Harry that you were looking for him if he shows up, okay?"
Ginny gave her brother an angry glare, but fortunately left again with a huff and a hissed "I will be keeping an eye on you," for Harry.
"You better marry your sweetheart soon Harry" Ron grumbled as his sister was finally out of earshot.
"Yeah, Harry agreed, even though he knew that it would still be a long while before he was able to marry his mates, if ever. First, they needed to complete their bond and then there still was the issue with Voldemort.
"Let us grab some more drinks and then go dancing for a while," Hermione proposed, but for some reason, they had no luck that evening, or rather, Harry had no luck that evening. They had just reached the food table when the third unwelcomed voice demanded his attention:
"Good evening Ms. ..."
Harry sight inwardly, but turned to Draco, who was eying him politely, but with a hungry gleam in his silver-blue eyes. He, like his father, had simply dressed as himself.
Forcing a cocky grin on his lips, he said: "Oh, I will not give you my name; those are the rules of a masquerade ball after all." He could practically feel the irritation radiating from his two friends to his left and right, and quickly sent a prayer up to whichever god might there that they would remain silent.
"But you are not a student of our school, a beauty like you would have captured my attention earlier," his second mate purred and Harry had to use all of his willpower to not glare jealously at the prat. So, as a girl Draco suddenly found him good enough, but as a boy he wasn't even worth some politeness?
"I am not. I am a relative of your Head of House; you must be his godson Draco, he has mentioned you a few times," he replied as politely as he was able to.
"I hope he has told you only good things," Draco joked with a smirk and leaned forwards. For a moment Harry was afraid he would kiss his hand as well, but the blonde only picked up two drinks from the table behind him and handed him one.
"So, a relative of my godfather; then you are related to the Prince’s?"
"Yes," Harry nodded, not saying anything further. When his mate realized that he would not get more of an answer, his eyes flickered conspicuously over to Ron and Hermione and he said: "As the godson of your relative, it is my duty to warn you of the company you are currently in. A Mudblood and a Bloodtraitor are not the right type of acquaintances for one of the noble Prince family."
"Actually, Harry has introduced them to me and I find them quite agreeable," he responded. Next to him, Ron was snorting amusedly and he could feel Hermione soundlessly giggling as well. Draco must have noticed the amusement of his friends as well, because he shot them a glare, before turning back to him.
"Are you thinking about transferring to Hogwarts?"
"No, I am just here for a visit," Harry told his mate, once again not giving anything away, but by the gleam he saw in his second mate's eyes, he knew that the blonde was not discouraged by his answer, just the contrary. Sighing inwardly again, he listened as Draco spoke with a seductive smirk:
"I could show you the castle and try to persuade you otherwise."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise at the proposal. Was his mate just that much of a playboy, or was there something else behind his sudden, strong interest in his godfather's niece? He truly hoped for the latter, but after what he had witnessed with Pansy and Daphne, it was hard to convince himself. Lifting his drink to gain sometime, he glanced over at Ron. The redhead gave him a look that spoke of all the teasing they could do afterward if he would only accompany Draco, but Hermione only gave him an accusing look.
In the end, his wish to be close to his mate once more won out over his rational mind, which warned him that this idea was suicidal, and he placed his goblet down before holding out his hand as elegantly as possible for Draco. His mate took his hand with a much more careful grasp than he was used to and linked their arms, before leading him away. As he passed a group of Professors, he saw his father frowning with a worried expression, but the man fortunately said nothing.
They exited the Great Hall and silence fell over them as the double doors shut out the loud music.
"Hogwarts is the best of all wizarding schools; it is not only a rumour but an established fact. The Department of International Education examines every wizarding school each twenty years and until now, the titles have always gone to our school," Draco started, apparently truly intent on showing him the school.
"Impressive," Harry said honestly, realizing how little he knew about his school; it was embarrassing.
"It is," his mate said with an elegant inclination of his head and continued his speech as he led him up the marble staircase: "Our school has four Houses; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin and each House stands for a strong character trait. Slytherins are known to be cunning, Hufflepuffs are said to be loyal, Ravenclaws studious and Gryffindors brave."
Harry had to admit that he was impressed how objectively Draco was describing their school, up until now he had prepared himself for a Hymn about Slytherin and maybe some mean words about their opposition.
"Our Headmaster is a prejudiced, old fool who does not understand that the Dark Arts are just another kind of magic, but he is also powerful and the Professors he had chosen for the subjects are all competent enough. This year even my father is teaching."
"He is?" Harry asked in mock curiosity as they came to a halt in front of a window that presented a nice view over the path that led up to the castle.
"Yes, he is the DADA Professor this year," Draco said, unlocked their arms and placed a hand on the small of his back, not too low to be considered rude. A pleasant warmth spread through Harry and tingles exploded from where his mate was touching him. He could feel their soulbond humming in desperate anticipation, but Draco clearly didn't notice it or didn't understand what it meant, as he only frowned slightly.
"Harry Potter is attending this school as well, isn't he? Do you know him?" He asked to change the topic and to find out a bit more about what his mate was truly thinking about him.
Draco's frown deepened, but he answered nonetheless. "Potter is a Gryffindor, which means that we have been natural rivals from the first day onwards. It is always like that with Slytherins and Gryffindors, their characters are just too different."
Harry frowned as well, but at the vague answer he had gotten and prodded a bit further: "But you must know him at least a little."
Draco seemed to suppress a sneer but said: "Potter is... probably not like you imagine him to be. He is small and weak looking, not like what an attractive man should look like, I think you would be disappointed."
A pang of hurt went through Harry's heart and he quickly turned his head to look out of the window and to hide his sad expression. Was that the problem, that he was not attractive enough? Was Draco disappointed that he was stuck with such a small and fragile looking boy as his mate? Was he ashamed of him? Lucius always told him how beautiful he was, but father and son did not necessarily have to have the same taste and maybe it was only Lucius’ feelings which made the man overlook his disappointing physique.
"You are not offended that I insulted Potter just now, are you?" Draco's voice suddenly asked and he quickly cleared his throat.
"No," he said, but his voice was scratchy as he looked up into ice blue orbs. Those orbs seemed to pierce right through his soul and for a moment he was afraid that Draco would recognize him, but is made only said "good," in an equally husky voice and took a step closer.
Harry's heart began to race as he suddenly grew aware of the heat radiating from his second mate. Draco was so beautiful and so strong and he could be so nice, just like Lucius and Oh, by Merlin, he wanted his mate so much, wanted to put all their differences to the side and fulfil their bond.
"Good," Draco said again, this time his voice was only a low, seductive whisper and in the next moment, Harry felt warm lips descend on his. He gasped in surprise as those lips massaged his own softly, tenderly. Draco's tongue slid into his mouth, stroking and examining every corner of him.
A growl left his mouth and his mate echoed the sound, stepping even closer until he was pushed against the cold window behind him, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Harry lost himself in the sensation, only aware of those fangs scratching over his bottom lip and two strong hands grabbing his hips possessively. He whimpered helplessly, longing filling every cell of his being and his eyelids fluttered open again. Across from him, Draco had closed his eyes as well, but as if the blonde had noticed his gaze, those too fluttered open slowly. A dazed look was glazed over those icy orbs, making them look so much softer, but then, suddenly, the moment was gone.
Draco stumbled away from him, his eyes growing wide and horrified. As if in a daze, Harry lifted a hand to prevent him from fleeing any further, but Draco only shook his head, whispering "I can't," and bolted.
Confused, hurt and angry with himself, Harry watched the white-blond tips of his mate's hair disappear into the shadows of the hallway. Had Draco recognized him after all?
It had to be that, because why else would he have left a girl he was clearly interested in? And that led him to the reason why he was angry with himself. Now, he not only had a second mate who found him unattractive and repellent, but said mate had now also found a girl he liked. A girl, that didn't even exist.
Hermione had been right, he should have said no; then he would not have made everything even worse.
Without his permission, his feet started moving, but instead of carrying him back to his friends, they carried him down to the quarters of his dad. The realization of what he had just done grew stronger and stronger with every step, and by the time he had entered the rooms of his father, his heart felt like a hurting chunk of ice.
Warm light greeted him and his eyes landed instantly on the one person he wished to see right now. His dad was looking at him with the same worried expression he had given him before he had left the Great Hall with Draco, and without thinking twice, he ran over, flung himself into his father's arms and started crying.
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