|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2010-01-06 00:01:00
|Entry tags:||creation: fic, duochan_the_mpregfan, rated: r|
Happy Daft Day, majmunka!
Title: Birthday Surprises
Word Count: 4,242
Warning(s): *Cross-dressing, Wallsex, Dancing*
Prompt/Summary: Harry has a surprise for Severus. But things don’t go to plan.
Beta Reader: Alley B, thanks for all the hard work sweetie!
A/N: Well, I’ve not written something like this before and I hope it is okay.
Harry couldn’t believe he was doing this; this just wasn’t his cup of tea. The corset was tight, giving him the illusion that he had cleavage and small breasts. It was black lace with strips of white silk that ran through it, and the laces that done it up were also white silk. The black lace garter-belt clipped onto the white stocking he was wearing, and the black silk and lace thong was a little tease. That was to say nothing of the maid's uniform he was going to wear; the short, ruffled skirt teased him just as much as the thong. He could feel himself getting hard as the silk and lace rubbed against him when he moved around getting the rest on. Harry could have gone for the dress instead of the skirt and blouse, but he thought this would be a better option; both had buttons doing them up, which was what swayed his decision. He leaned down to his and Severus' bed and picked up the two inch wide belt that would make sure things stayed in and showed off the hourglass figure he now had thanks to the corset.
He couldn’t help a shiver and a squirm as things rubbed against him, again. He turned, sat down on the bed and looked to the monstrous shoes he had bought for this. He had taken to wearing them around their home over the last two weeks, to make sure he would be able to move around and do what he wanted. He had been with Severus for around sixteen months now and was beginning to learn there was more to the dour and stoic man. He had a bit of a kinky side, not that Harry minded learning it, though he still didn’t understand why Severus liked it when Harry would wear women's clothing, and not just ordinary women's clothing, but the more kinky things.
He put on the three-inch black heels; the black straps that weaved up and around his leg were striking against the white of the stocking he wore. He made sure to buckle them tightly, as they ended halfway up his calves. It had taken an age to get used to the height and the way he walked with them: he tended to wiggle a little, making him feel like a woman even more than the clothes did. Well, the clothes were on; he just had to finish the look. He quickly took off his glasses as he Accio’d the case with his contact lenses in. He didn’t wear them often, but he had to admit that during the war they had been a life saver. He put them in and threw his glasses onto his bedside table. He then cast a spell on everything he was wearing so that with the right set of words they would start to fade away until they disappeared from his body.
He scratched his head, glad that the potion he had taken a little earlier had finished. His hair was now more than halfway down his back, and thanks to Hermione and her need for someone that she trusted to help get her brown bush of hair under wraps, he knew exactly how he wanted it up; he had used a potion not only to lengthen his short, messy hair, but to also let it curl slightly. He grabbed the brush and got up, and his hips wiggled as he walked. He stood in front of the full-length mirror and rolled his eyes a little. He hated to admit it, but he didn’t look too bad. He brushed his hair and then started to pull it up, letting it wrap around a little, making sure to leave out a few teasing and tickling strands. He picked up his wand from the dresser and spelled his hair into place. A few strands obscured his eyes a little, some were behind and in front of his ears, which irritated him somewhat, but he knew it would look good. There were also a few strands that hung down his back, not many, but enough to let Severus know how long his hair was. Harry then set the spells that would allow him to say a word and the clothes would be loosened easily to be taken off.
Right, there was only one last thing to do before he lay in wait for Severus to arrive, though he still needed to sort out the living room. He went over to the small vanity that had managed to find its way into their room—it had once been in one of the other rooms, but when Severus had mentioned he would like to see Harry dressed up like this, the vanity had mysteriously appeared in their room. He opened the small makeup case he had bought for this and went through it. He had tried foundation and had found that it made his skin feel weird, so he wasn’t going to be using that. He pulled out the rosy-coloured blusher, the coral-pink lipstick and clear lip-gloss. He left the eye shadow, as he didn’t really want to use that, or anything to be honest. The last two things he pulled out didn’t bother him at all; he used them a lot more than people would have thought, the black eyeliner and mascara had been used before to emphasise his eyes, and since he wouldn’t be wearing his glasses, they would stand out even more.
He put on the eyeliner and mascara, making sure that it would be impervious to any water. He used the blusher to make his cheekbones stand out a little more, not too much to truly be noticed, but enough to be able to define his features just that little bit more. He used the lipstick, glad that his skin was rather pale at the moment; it was only because he hated going out when it was so cold. He put on the lip-gloss—it made his lips shimmer and shine. He couldn’t help but pull a face as he looked at the stranger looking back at him in the mirror; it wasn’t him, but a rather striking young woman. He couldn’t help the little question in his mind, wondering if he looked more like his mother like this.
He shook his head and stood up. There was only one more thing to do and that was making sure the living room was set up right. He picked up his wand, walked out of the bedroom and downstairs of their home. It was a cosy three bed-roomed house that Harry had found on his list of houses from the Potter Vaults. It had taken a few months to get Severus to agree to move in with him. They had been seeing each other for a year when he asked, and it had been another three months before Severus agreed to move in with him from Spinners End.
He went into the living room and set it up. There was mainly only a chair to sort out. He needed to make sure that it would be in the right place, so it meant that he had to rearrange the room a little. He made it so that the chair was facing the fireplace and the room was more open in the middle. The coffee table was gone—it wouldn’t be needed and it cleared up more room. Harry surveyed the room. First things first, he needed to make sure the chair would be fine for Severus to be seated on for a while. Harry went around creating the right lighting for the room. He set up some music to start as soon as Severus was in the right place. Harry smirked a little at the thought of what he wanted to do—he had been practicing this for the last two weeks, and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.
Well, everything was ready, he was ready, and the only thing that was needed now was one Severus Snape.