sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-02-06 22:14:00 |
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Challenge #17
Original poster: sassy_cissa
Title: Pink Nail Polish
Author: bslehofer
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): none/piece of fluff
Word count: 393
Challenge: Written for Challenge #17 for slythindor100, where we were to use as many words as possible from a list of 20. I used 18 of them.
Disclaimer: If they were mine, Harry would be with Draco and Hermione would be with Snape and Ron would be gone.
This is my first attempt at a challenge. I realize it is a little weak, but decided to post anyway. Please be kind.
Harry arrived home early on Thursday. He had been on a surveillance detail and out in the rainy weather all day. It had been pure misery. He was soaked to the bone; what he wouldn't give for a little sunshine just once when he had surveillance detail. As he shrugged out of his pants, a strange, chemical odor assaulted his nose. He continued walking and stripping off his wet clothes, as he headed to the bedroom he shared with his love, Draco.
When he reached the door frame, he stopped dead. In front of him was Draco, his nails wet with pink nail polish; wearing silver pumps, a clingy dress and false eyelashes. Next to him was a makeup case full of all kinds of powders and brushes.
Harry blinked and blinked again, he stood there staring, quiet as a mouse. He shook his head slowly before he started to turn out of the room. This could not be happening; Draco was a cross dresser? How could he possibly not know this about his lover? He gasped softly as he hit his shoulder on the edge of the kitchen cabinet, causing a small cut. The smell of the nail polish assaulted his nose again and he knew Draco had come into the room. He turned around; denial in his eyes and tried to push past Draco. Draco looked at him, happiness radiating off his face. When he realized Harry was not smiling, he looked at him, batted those fake lashes and said, "Don't you like my outfit for the Ministry's costume ball this weekend?"
Harry sighed in relief, "Oh, is that what this is all about?"
Draco raised an eyebrow at him and said, "Potter, did you think I had a little secret?"
"N-n-no," stammered Harry.
"Liar," quipped Draco. "And for the record, you're a lousy liar. I am glad that you don't want me to do this every day, it takes a hell of a lot of time. Oh, by the way, your costume is in the box on the bed."
"Oh god, what are you dressing me up as?" Harry asked nervously.
"That muggle detective, ummm….Dick Tracy."
"At least I don't have to wear a dress!" laughed Harry.
"Oh love, I don't intend to be wearing this dress much longer," purred Draco as he led his lover back into the bedroom.