sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-01-13 03:51:00 |
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Fic: Challenge #14 - Masked Man (My first challenge)
Original poster: cinnamon_sins
Title: Masked Man
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Implied H/D
Words: 345
Warnings: Umm...no plot, crack!stupid
Summary: Harry's first trip out of the closet causes him to be shocked in a most unusal way.
Beta: None.
A/N: This is my first time doing a challenge for slythindor100. This is challenge #14. I think it is really bad, but come to your own conclusions.
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I always thought that it's impossible to surprise me. You know, that I've seen and done just about everything and nothing could shock me anymore.
Well, I was wrong....
Hermione had discovered my recent interest hiding in the closet. Yeah, that’s right, me, Harry Potter, not just a basket case, but a closet case too. I don’t know how it happened, but the girls around me seemed more like sisters. Hell, there were my sisters in my eyes. So blokes sort of filled the sexual void in my life.
Anyway, getting off track, so Hermione discovered I liked blokes. So for my birthday, she and Ginny had decided to take me to a small, muggle male strip club. I tried to protest, but my tongue licking my lips and the heat in my trousers said otherwise.
We walked in and sat down at a table in the corner just as the next dancer came out. The girls automatically started shouting and whistling and I just rolled my eyes. Blonde hair, pale skin, black mask, tight black leather trousers... Mmmm, I thought when my eyes fell on the leather. It was mildly tempting, but I couldn’t shake that there was something vaguely familiar about this masked man.
In one swoop he tore his pants off to reveal a sparkling green thong, and interestingly enough, a rose wrapped around a broomstick on his right calf. Well, I thought, a broomstick. No wonder this person seems familiar, he must be a wizard.
The girls hollered for him to remove his mask as his fingers nimbly reached for his face. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, waiting to see who it was under there. And suddenly my jaw dropped and I all but passed out right there.
Draco Malfoy, Mr. Picture-of-Authority-and-Control, stripping in a muggle club, eyes gawking at his nearly naked body. And most of all, Draco Malfoy, Mr. Hard-Ass, with the silliest, girly tattoo, a rose around a broomstick. I was shocked...appalled even. Ok, and yes I admit, even a tad intrigued and turned on.
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I told you it was bad. So tell me...how bad was it? Ack!