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The Zabini Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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“When did this start?” Severus asked, circling Harry slowly, wand running over his body time and again.
“When I killed Voldemort. I felt like I was being torn from my body—twice in a row, mind you—then I Disapparated unwillingly, and ended up, unconscious, on Blaise and Arabella Zabini’s property. I was out for about two months, and even while I was unconscious, my body turned female for a while. Imagine my surprise when I woke up, in a Slytherin’s home, unharmed, with tits!” Harry chuckled. “Bit of a shock, really.”
Severus hummed. “Do you know exactly what happened to cause the change?” He asked thoughtfully.
Harry nodded. “Er, yeah, kind of. Arabella said she thinks that it was caused when the masculine and feminine sides of my soul separated. I turn female on the days when I’m… Um, fertile.”
Severus hid a smirk. “Indeed.”
Harry flushed. “Yeah.”
“Hm, I will need time, if I am to reverse this, and I am not even sure if it is possible. I will speak to you when I have looked into this matter further.” Severus said.
Harry nodded, picking up his bag and heading to Advanced Transfiguration, having missed his break. “Thank you, Sir.” He said on his way out.
*****
“You’ll need a swimsuit.” Pansy said.
Harry stared at her in fear. “I don’t have one.” He said urgently.
Pansy groaned. “I’d loan you one of mine, but even as a girl, you couldn’t fill it up.” She said, glancing at Harry’s nearly-flat chest.
Millicent looked up from her homework. “My sister would probably have something you could wear. Shall I go ask her?”
Pansy smiled. “Yes. Penny is the same size, it would be perfect!”
Harry groaned, covering his face as Millicent left the room and headed to the sixth-year girl’s room.
Pansy smirked. “Well, since you’re so tiny, you’re stuck wearing Penny’s swimsuit, and I have to warn you, she’s a bit on the sleazy side.”
“Right. So I’ve noticed.” Harry said, remembering her outfit the day before. She had been sent to Dumbledore for having her midriff bare, and returned with her skirt shortened, as well.
No one knew how she managed to escape expulsion without fail, but she always did.
“Okay, try it on.” Millicent said, walking into the room and throwing two tiny scraps of cloth at Harry.
Harry cast several cleaning charms on the bikini, then quickly pulled it on, flushing as he stared in the mirror. “Oh, dear Merlin, no.”
Pansy gasped. “No, it’s good, it’s good.” She circled Harry, slowly, then smirked at him. “It’s damn good.” She decided.
It was a light blue, barely even there, string bikini.
“I can’t do this.” Harry said, covering his ass with his hands, as the tiny bikini bottoms didn’t do much to hide it.
Pansy sighed. “Sure you can. Where’s that Gryffindor courage?”
Harry gaped at her. “I’m in Slytherin, aren’t I?!” He screeched.
Pansy rolled her eyes. “You are such a drama queen!” She huffed. “Listen. I would give my wand hand to get to go where Draco’s taking you. It’s expensive, beautiful, and you have to be invited by someone who has already been there to be allowed in. He’s really going all-out to earn your trust and affection. Enjoy it, for Merlin’s sake!”
Millicent giggled. “If Draco even knew you had told her that much, he’d kill you.”
“So?” Pansy asked. “I don’t see anyone running to tell him, and I’m not exactly suicidal.”
Harry smiled. “I’m not going to tell, but… How am I supposed to wear this and not feel naked?”
Pansy smirked. “But, Harry.” She purred. “Feeling naked is the whole point.”
Harry arched an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yes.” Pansy continued. “Because naked is sexy. And we all know that, like any other male, Draco loves sexy.”
Harry blushed.
“So… I have a classy dress, a slinky dress, a swimsuit and a negligee, and you think I will have the chance to wear everything in the space of twenty-four hours? Where the hell is he taking me?!”
Pansy smiled. “You’ll see.”
Harry huffed, taking off the constricting bikini. “Well, if all goes well, I won’t have to kill you two for not telling me, but if I am forced to, I won’t hesitate.” He growled.
Millicent nodded. “We love you too, Harry dear.”
*****
Celeste flushed, wincing as Pansy yanked on her hair again. “Ow!”
“Well, if you’d hold still,” Pansy tugged again, “I wouldn’t have to pull!”
“That hurts! What’s with the whole hairdo thing, anyway?! I like my hair the way it is.”
Pansy sighed irritably. “I have barely twenty minutes to finish, and you still haven’t covered that Merlin-be-damned scar, so if I were you, I’d shut up and let me finish!” She snapped.
Celeste stayed silent, hissing in pain as Pansy gave one final tug, then stood back, looking Celeste over critically.
She sighed. “Well, it’ll have to do.” She said in defeat.
Celeste rolled her eyes and looked in the mirror, picking up her cover-up.
When she saw her reflection, she froze. “Oh, wow.”
Pansy smirked. “See? Told you it would look good.”
Her hair was lovely. Most of it was pulled back and up, held in place by several bobby pins and about three pounds worth of Muggle hairspray, with a few curls left free to frame her face and fall just in front of her ears.
Combined with the long, sophisticated lavender dress she was wearing, it looked stunning. Her eyes were accented, and Celeste played up that fact by using a smoky grey eyeshadow and lengthening mascara.
Finally satisfied, she turned to Pansy and smiled. “Thank you. It’s lovely.”
Pansy rolled her eyes. “Of course it is. I’m planning on having all girls, you know, and they have to be beautiful, so I need to know how to make anyone look good. In your case, my work is already half done for me, so it’s quite easy, really.”
“Do you think Draco will like it?” Celeste asked, looking down at herself, suddenly nervous.
Pansy just smiled. “Why don’t you go down there and see for yourself when his jaw hits the floor?” She asked teasingly.
Celeste giggled. “I guess there’s really no reason to keep him waiting.”
Pansy smirked. “I can’t wait to see him in formal wear!” She purred. “You’ll be the envy of every girl, and some boys, in Hogwarts.”
*****
Celeste gasped, looking wide-eyed at Draco, who was dressed in a tuxedo, but instead of a white undershirt, his was a light green, complimenting the lavender of Celeste’s dress perfectly.
Celeste grinned at Pansy. “You told him what I was wearing?” She accused lightly.
Pansy sighed. “Hardly. I told him what he was wearing, that’s all.”
Draco finally found his voice. “You’re beautiful, Celeste.” He said, awestruck.
Celeste flushed, smiling shyly. “Thank you. You’re rather handsome, yourself.” She replied, crossing the room and taking the arm he held out for her. “Will you tell me where we’re going now?” She asked.
“I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise just yet. You’ll see. I talked to Sev, and he gave us permission to be gone overnight, as long as we return by three PM tomorrow.” He said, leading her out of the dungeons.
Celeste paled. “Draco, I’m not ready to take that kind of a step with you. Not until-”
“I know your secret, yes I realize that. However, just because this will be an overnight trip does not automatically mean I expect, or even want, you to sleep with me just yet. I have my own reasons to wait. But I do want to see you let down a few of your defenses, and I want to be able to see you by the moonlight. I can’t do that here.” He said softly, leading her to one of the coaches that would take them to Hogsmeade.
“I can’t trust you just yet. But if you prove yourself and your intentions…” She trailed off, flushing.
“Oh, I will.” Draco said, seriously. “You aren’t getting away from me without a fight.”
Celeste blushed, realizing that the determination in Draco’s eyes only made him look much more handsome. This man was a far cry from the eleven-year-old brat that Harry had first met.
Draco smirked. “So, where did that scar come from?”
Celeste looked up anxiously. “What?”
“On your shoulder.” Draco said, pointing out a scar on her shoulder.
Celeste mentally breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, Quidditch practice.” She answered easily.
Draco leaned forward interestedly. “You play Quidditch?” He asked.
Celeste blushed, but nodded. “Yeah.”
“What position?” Draco asked.
“Seeker.”
“Hm.” Draco smirked, leaning back in his seat.
Celeste smiled. “You play?”
“Who doesn’t?” Draco asked, waving his hand carelessly.
Celeste cocked her head, enjoying playing around with Draco. “What position do you enjoy?” She asked, pitching her voice deeper on purpose, purring the question.
Draco flushed and cleared his throat. “Seeker as well.” He answered. “For Slytherin.”
“Bet I’m better than you.” Celeste answered easily, knowing that it was the truth.
Draco snorted, running his eyes over her body. “Maybe. But I doubt that you can play as dirty as a Slytherin. Our team isn’t really girl-friendly.”
Celeste raised an eyebrow. “Millicent is on the team.” She denied.
“That she is, but then again, she’s as tough as the guys. You’re ladylike and refined. I don’t see you playing to win.”
Celeste licked her lips. “Hmm… I think I can be dirty, if you want to see. What do you say? Should we do it when we get back?” She asked challengingly.
Oh, how Draco wished they weren’t talking about Quidditch.
*****
Draco rolled his eyes. “Yes, it’s an unauthorized portkey, not illegal. Besides, I’ll be authorized to have it wh- If we get married. So what’s the harm, hm?”
Celeste rolled her eyes. “Fine.” She laid her hand over the book, letting Draco activate it and stumbling when the movement finally stopped. “Oh, I hate those things.”
Draco smiled tenderly, taking her elbow to help steady her. “We’ll take the Floo in the future then, will that work?” He asked.
Celeste sighed. “It’s better.” She conceded.
Draco led her from the room they had arrived in down a short hallway with a marble floor and shimmering, silver walls.
Celeste was amazed by the calming atmosphere. “Where is this?”

Draco chuckled. “The arrival area of a very private restaurant. It’s open only to purebloods, and it’s our best-kept secret.” He answered.
They came to a door and Draco knocked twice. A man wearing a tuxedo opened the door, bowing low.
“Mr. Malfoy and guest.” He said softly, not even looking up. “Your table is this way.” He said, leading them to a table and handing them the menus he had been holding. “I will return when you summon me. Take your time.” He said, then silently left.
Draco smiled, “Welcome, Celeste, to Rivière Tranche.”
Celeste’s eyes widened as she looked around. “Wow.”
The walls were blue and shimmering, looking as though they were made of water, and one side of the restaurant had no wall, but was instead covered in running water that formed a small, clear pool, where fish darted and swam around. In the corner of the room, there was a small area where the patrons could dance, and the musicians were more than happy to take requests.
Draco smiled at her awed reaction. “It means river’s end, in French.” He said softly, not wanting to spoil her enthusiasm.
“Pansy said you probably wouldn’t bring me here so early in the relationship.” She said softly. “It’s lovely.” She turned her eyes to him. “Thank you.”
Her eyes were glittering like the finest emeralds to be found, and she was flushed with happiness.
That expression was all the thanks he’d ever need from her.
“If I didn’t share this with you, who would I share it with? There’s no one else I’d rather bring here with me.” He said, reaching across the table and grabbing her hand. “I have to be honest, Celeste. I really don’t give a damn what your secret is. I hope to marry you one day, and I will do whatever it takes to prove to you that I am worthy of being your husband. I refuse to back down if I have even the slightest chance. This is serious for me.”
Celeste smiled tremulously. “I can only hope that you stand by those words if you learn of my secret, Draco.” She said softly, taking her hand back. “I can only hope.” She repeated to herself, picking up her menu and looking at it.
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