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The Zabini Cover	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the Potterverse, or anything you recognize here. I make no money off of this piece of fiction.

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Before you start reading, let me make a few things clear: This fic, as well as all my others, is an AU. Simply because I don’t like the sixth book’s ending, and I like Sev as Potions professor, so I’m keeping it that way. The final battle, in this fic, took place in the summer between Harry’s sixth and seventh year. That’s pretty much all you need to know to read this fic. Happy reading!
--Sablesilverrain

Harry screamed as the killing curse tore down the link between him and Voldemort. Suddenly, he felt like his soul was being rent in two. His magic flared up and he felt himself Disapparate. Before he could find out where he was going, he slipped into unconsciousness.
*****
Harry opened his eyes to find himself lying in a soft, comfortable bed.
The room he was in was bright and airy, with a huge window on the opposite wall covered with gossamer-thin curtains looking out over green, rolling hills. The walls were painted a pale sea-foam green and adorned with a single landscape painting of a country meadow. Directly across from the bed was an empty bookcase made of birch.
Harry frowned. “Where in the name of Merlin-”
“Ah, you’re awake. That’s good.”
Harry stared wide-eyed at the boy he hadn’t even noticed was sitting next to his bed. “Zabini?! Where am I?”
“My home.” Blaise closed his book, setting it in his lap and folding his hands atop it. “You’re lucky we found you. Voldemort’s sympathizers are on the warpath, and the light side are beside themselves with grief over losing their ‘savior.’” He noticed the way Harry shuddered at the title.
“Maybe I should let them know I’m alive and well.” Harry sighed.
Blaise smirked. “Maybe you should look at yourself.” He said in an amused tone.
Harry frowned and lifted the blanket, wondering just what kind of deformity he had developed. His eyes widened in shock. “Okay, why do I have breasts?!”
Blaise shrugged. “Not sure exactly, but they’ll be gone again in two days, and your bits will also go back to normal.”
“How do you know?!” Harry screeched.
Blaise chuckled. “You were out for almost two months. This happened last month, too. It changed back after five days. Fascinating, really.”
“Fuck.” Harry groaned. “The press will have a field day with this.”
“Actually, Mum and I discussed it, and we may have a way to help you. See, a few days ago, Harry Potter was declared dead, as well as a national hero. Also, I have a cousin named Celeste Scarletti, who fled to the Americas. She looked remarkably like you, and before she fled, the plan was for her to come live with us if her parents died. We could pass you off as her, easily. That way, you can have time to lead a normal life while we try to find a way to get you back to normal.”
Harry shook his head. “But why would your mother do that? It seems like a lot of trouble to go to for someone she doesn’t even know. Hell, you don’t even know me!”
Blaise pinned Harry with a serious gaze. “Mum likes you. She can see aurae, and she says you have a goodness inside you that reminds her of herself when she was younger. Besides, she’s always wanted a daughter.”
“Oi, wait!” Harry shouted as his brain finally caught up. “You want me to cross-dress?!”
“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.” Blaise said, smirking. “I did it once myself, while Mum was out of the country. My latest Dad took me to a Ministry function, passing me off as his niece. It was fun. I got a boy to sneak into an empty room with me for some quick groping. It was nice, and people treat you better when they think you’re a girl. You could let someone save you for once.”
Harry snorted, rolling his eyes. “Sure, except in case it escaped your notice, I have a bit of a saving-people thing.” He said drolly.
Blaise sighed. “We’re going to have to break you of the habit of unsafe heroics.”
“Um, whatever. Can I get out of bed now?” Harry asked, sitting up.
“It might be a bit difficult.” Blaise said, standing. “I’ll help if you get shaky.”
Harry scooted to the edge of the bed and Blaise helped him stand.
“How about we head to the study? It’s close, and there’s no stairs involved.” He said.
Harry nodded. “Sure. By the way, whose pajamas are these?” He asked, indicating the yellow Holyhead Harpies pajamas that were buttoned up all the way, covering the breasts currently adorning his slim frame.
Blaise flushed. “Um… Those are mine. And it’s not funny!” He yelled as Harry burst out laughing.
“What are you talking about?! It’s hilarious!” Harry gasped out, the laughs fading into chuckles.
“Thanks, Potter.” Blaise said dryly.
Harry grinned. “Oh, anytime!”
Blaise’s breath caught and his eyes widened. “Don’t smile at me like that, please.” He said softly, turning his face away.
“Why not?” Harry asked, baffled.
Blaise cleared his throat. “Because you’re beautiful.” He whispered.
Harry felt his face heat. “Blaise?”
“Yeah?” Blaise asked, turning his face back toward Harry.
“Thank you.” Harry said softly.
“I’m engaged.” Blaise reminded himself. “To a very beautiful French witch. Whom I love dearly.”
Harry snorted. “Don’t worry. You’re cute enough, but totally not my type. You’ll find no temptation here.”
*****
“I think you’d be pleasantly surprised by how different just a little bit of make-up can make you look.” Arabella Zabini said, smiling. “I’ll go get mine and we’ll play around with a few looks.”
Harry sighed as she left the study. “How will we even know if I look different enough?”
“I’ll invite Draco over to ‘meet’ you.” Blaise said smirking.
Harry chuckled. “Well, that’ll definitely be a good test.”
Arabella returned, carrying a big bag full of make-up. She upended the entire thing, pouring the contents onto the floor. She began separating it into two piles, glancing up at Harry’s face and whispering to herself. Finally, she had a pile of make-up in front of her and the rest was back in the bag.
She looked up and smiled. “We need to use cover-up to hide your scar. Luckily, the kind I use will change to match any skin color, so you can use it.” She carefully applied a thin layer of the powder all over his face, concentrating most on the scar. “Hm. That’s good.” She handed Harry a hand mirror.
Harry frowned, amazed with the change. He really couldn’t tell that he had ever had the scar, and his skin looked smoother and more radiant than ever before.
“Harry, darling, there are several options for eye shadow you can use. Do you want to enhance or subdue your eye color?” Arabella asked, breaking him out of his thought.
Harry bit his lip. “I think I’d prefer to enhance it.” He said softly.
“Alright. We could use lavender, or gold… I also have a pretty shade of blue.” She said, holding up the three colors she had mentioned.
Harry’s eyes lit up. “I like the gold.” He said, interested.
Blaise sighed. “You would. Gryffindor.” He said, rolling his eyes.
*****
Harry smiled, looking at himself in the mirror of Arabella’s bedroom. “Wow. I’m hot.”
Blaise shifted uncomfortably, mentally agreeing. “Mum, isn’t that dress a little short?” He asked.
The dress in question was yellow and ended a few inches lower than the bottom of Harry’s buttocks.
“Nonsense, dear. If someone has the body, and the legs, to pull that dress off, they should do it.” She said, nodding approvingly.
“And I definitely have the body for it.” Harry said, giving a saucy little wiggle and shooting Blaise a flirtatious smirk over his shoulder. He felt positively naughty. The dress was short, and left his back bare. It was a halter top, and it completely covered his breasts, which would be gone come midnight, when he returned to his male body.
Blaise sighed. “Shall we introduce you to Draco, Celeste?” He asked Harry.
Harry smirked. “I’d love to meet your friend, dear cousin.” He said, using the charm Arabella had found, which gave him a female voice to match the body, without Harry having to remember to mask his voice.
Arabella laughed. “This is going to be fun!” She decided.
*****
“I wanted you to meet my cousin, Celeste. She’s going to Hogwarts this year, in the same year as us.” Blaise said. “I figured she should meet at least one person before she gets there.”
Draco smirked. “Alright.” He said, following Blaise into the sitting room. “I’ll meet her. Is she as ugly as you?” He asked jokingly.
Blaise rolled his eyes. “I’ll kick your ass, Draco.” He deadpanned. “Don’t insult her before you’ve met her. She’s the prettiest person in our family. She might even be able to bring you out of the funk you’ve fallen into.”
“My apologies.” Draco said dryly, following Blaise as he entered the sitting room. He froze just inside the doorway, staring at the girl sitting in a chair, calmly sipping her tea.
She had beautiful bright green eyes that sparkled with shy happiness, and thick black curls that reached her shoulders. She was wearing a yellow dress that displayed long, shapely legs that were crossed at the ankles and tilted off to her side in a ladylike fashion. She had breeding, and she was beautiful. Finally, he had found someone that he and his mother could agree on, someone he could marry and still be happy. If she was as intelligent as he hoped, of course.
“Hello.”
Draco flushed at the sound of her voice, aware that he had been caught staring. Her voice was deeper than normal for a girl, but feminine nonetheless.
“Hello. My name is Draco Malfoy.” He accepted the hand she held out, kissing it and bowing. “Is there a name to go with all this beauty?” He asked, looking over her, careful to show nothing but aesthetic appreciation.
Harry smiled at the compliment. “Celeste.” He said. “Celeste Scarletti.”
Draco chuckled. “Of the accursed Scarlettis?” He asked.
“No, actually, though I get that a lot.” Harry answered easily. He felt his stomach flutter as Draco’s eyes ran over his body again, more slowly this time. He felt his nipples harden, and cursed his female body. “Would you like tea?” He asked, gesturing to the tea laid out for three as Draco and Blaise sat on the couch, across from Harry.
“Yes, actually.” Draco said, watching as graceful hands expertly poured the tea, then paused as her eyes met his.
“Cream? Sugar?”
Draco smiled. “Both, please. I like my tea very sweet.” He said, watching her lovely hands add the cream and sugar, then stirred to mix it, handing the tea to him with a smile.
Harry watched Draco sip the tea, closing his eyes with a sigh. “Perfect. Thank you.”
Harry smiled, thinking that a few months ago Draco would have never accepted anything he offered, assuming it would be tampered with.
“How do you feel about starting your last year at a new school?” Draco asked, trying to find out where her abilities were. If she could only be a perfect housewife, he would never be fully satisfied with her, no matter how sweet and beautiful she was.
Harry sighed sadly, looking down into his own tea. “I’m very nervous. I don’t know anyone there, and I’m sure I’ll be in Slytherin, with you two. Blaise says we are looked down upon by the rest of the school.”
Draco snorted. “Prejudice. But we stick together, and our head of house, Severus Snape, looks after us. He’ll probably take you aside when you get there and discuss the rules we have. No fighting with each other outside the common room, watch each other’s backs, that sort of thing.”
Harry brightened, seeing a place where he could add to the illusion that he had never been to Hogwarts. “Potions Master, Severus Snape? Surely not!”
“The one and only.” Draco smirked. She knew her potions.
“Oh, my! To meet him in person! I’ve heard he’s a genius!” Harry gushed, remembering the final battle, and how Severus had helped him by clearing him a path to Voldemort.
“He’s brilliant, truly.” Draco said, his eyes shining. “He knows his stuff, and he even experiments on the holidays.”
Celeste sighed. “Wow. He’s almost a legend. And I’ll get to meet him!”
Blaise couldn’t hold back a grin at Harry’s wonderful acting. He really should have been in Slytherin. He was playing Draco like a finely tuned harp.
“I was hoping that I’d be able to learn sex magic this year, but I heard that they don’t teach it in Hogwarts. Why is that?”
Blaise choked as his tea met his lungs.
Draco chuckled at him, clearing the fluid from them with a spell. “It’s illegal here. Too manipulative, or some such rubbish. I could teach you, though. I know quite a bit about-”
“Don’t even-”
“-the theory.” Draco finished. “Although practicals would be out of the question, I’m afraid.”
Blaise frowned at Draco’s grin. “Prat.”
Draco chuckled. “I’m not going to compromise her virtue. Although I may want to court her. If I wanted to, would you stop me?”
Blaise met Harry’s eyes, seeing the disbelief and hope shining in them. He sighed. “She has something that you’d need to know first, that she has told no one but Mother and I. If she decides to tell you, I won’t stand in your way. But you need to earn her trust first.” He told Draco firmly. “If you can tell me what her secret is, and she has told me that you came by the information honestly, you’ll have my formal consent, as well as Mother’s.” He said.
Draco looked at Celeste and saw the wariness in the girl’s eyes. “Alright.” He said. “Fair enough. Celeste, would you be averse to dating me, so we can find out if we suit?” He asked.
Harry smiled shyly. “I cannot agree to that just yet. I hardly know you. In time, perhaps.” He answered.
Draco smiled. He’d have to put forth some effort to get this girl. She would make a perfect Malfoy wife.
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