La Fashionista - AWDT fic
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moonlite_trystTitle: La Fashionista
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lusiology
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 854
Summary: Harry and Draco discover they have a mutual interest, but will they ever get to enjoy it?
Disclaimer: No ownership, no money.
Beta:autumnlecroix *hugs*
Prompt: A door opened behind him/her
A/N:
Written forjamie2109 and nocturnali’s AWDT.
This fic is respectfully dedicated togeoviki's dedicated follower of fashion - Draco Malfoy.
When Harry suggested that he and Draco explore other ways of finding mutual enjoyment, he had expected it to be a pleasurable experience. And it had been… initially.
“Are you ready yet, Draco? I want to see what you’ve thought of.”
“Patience, Harry. I’m just putting the final thing down, then we can compare notes.”
Draco sat down beside Harry on the sofa and skimmed through the lists they had both written. “My, my, you are a dark horse, Harry,” he purred, pointing to the list. “I didn’t know you liked this.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Harry retorted as he blushed furiously.
“I never said it was. It’s a bit of a shock, that’s all.” Draco leaned over and kissed Harry on his flushed cheek. “Never fear, Harry your secret is safe with me because I like it too.”
“You do?” Harry sounded both surprised and relieved at the same time.
“Yes, I do and I think we should indulge in this particular pleasure very soon, although it will need careful preparation.”
“Preparation?” queried Harry, “what sort of preparation?”
Draco grinned. “Let me explain…”
* * * * * * *
Project ‘Educating Harry’, as Draco liked to call it, had started well that morning. Harry could barely contain his excitement. The prospect of Draco’s hands all over him for several hours had been positively arousing, until Draco had completely taken charge, requiring Harry to submit totally to him in his area of expertise as he’d so eloquently put it.
By the time Harry emerged from the en-suite bathroom later that evening, decidedly un-refreshed, he was exhausted from the hours of torment Draco had subjected him to. His whole body ached from the positions he had been put in so that Draco could view him from every angle, before making his choices.
“No form of entertainment is worth this torture,” Harry mumbled to himself, as he studied the scene before him that Draco had prepared earlier. He turned, as the door opened behind him, to see Draco’s hopeful expression fade.
“Bloody Hell, why aren’t you ready yet?” Draco demanded, as he entered the bedroom and strode over to Harry. “We’ll be late if you don’t get a move on.”
“I don’t know which one to pick, you bought so many,” Harry protested as he stood surveying the colour co-ordinated outfits, carefully laid out on their bed.
“That’s because you looked so hot in all of them. Come on Harry, do you really need me to choose one for you?”
“No, I think you’ve made enough decisions for one day,” Harry said, “ordering me and all those assistants around in every shop we went in, like some sort of military commander. You should’ve heard yourself.”
“Knowing how to dress is my forte, Harry. I know exactly what I want and…” he smirked, "I make sure I get it." Draco opened his arms wide, and turned slowly so Harry could fully appreciate the vision of beauty before him. His eyes took in the Dior Homme black patent leather zipped ankle boots, Draco's lithe body clothed in Paul Smith velvet slim-fit flat fronted trousers and patch pocket jacket in midnight-blue which complimented the skinny pale grey roll neck top, before coming to rest on Draco's immaculate shoulder-length blond hair. Harry's reverie was cut short by Draco's irritated voice. "Now for fuck's sake, hurry up and pick an outfit, any outfit in this room will suffice. The Royal Ballet waits for no-one, not even an Adonis like you.”
Harry pulled a face and stuck his tongue out as Draco began to walk away. “Any outfit?” he called after Draco.
“Any outfit.”
“What time are we meeting everyone?” Harry queried, but the reply was muffled through the closing door. “Right,” he grinned to himself, “any outfit it is then.”
Further down the hall in the large elegant sitting room, Draco balanced a tray and allowed his guests to take a drink. He looked at the clock on top of the mantlepiece and shook his head with a small grin. He set his now-empty tray down and cleared his throat. “I’d like to thank you all for coming here first to celebrate Harry's amazing transformation, but if he doesn't make an appearance soon I'm afraid we won't have time to gaze in awe and wonder.”
“Do you want me to go and chivvy him along?” asked Hermione.
“No, wait here or you’ll miss his grand entrance and I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”
Hermione’s eyes widened as Draco spoke. “Oh, I am surprised Draco, I’m very surprised,” she nodded, looking over his shoulder. “So is he!” Draco turned to see a crimson faced Harry frozen in the doorway.
A sudden hush descended as the sound of a crystal champagne flute shattering on the parquet floor echoed around the room. Nobody moved or spoke for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Draco broke the silence. “What the fuck Harry…” he spluttered, “What kind of outfit is that?”
Harry mustered what was left of his dignity and proclaimed, “Isn’t it obvious? It’s my birthday suit.”
A/N I chose the designer Paul Smith because he is the local boy made good - and how!
Author:
lusiologyRating: PG-13 for some swearing
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 854
Summary: Harry and Draco discover they have a mutual interest, but will they ever get to enjoy it?
Disclaimer: No ownership, no money.
Beta:
autumnlecroix *hugs*Prompt: A door opened behind him/her
A/N:
Written for
jamie2109 and nocturnali’s AWDT. This fic is respectfully dedicated to
geoviki's dedicated follower of fashion - Draco Malfoy.When Harry suggested that he and Draco explore other ways of finding mutual enjoyment, he had expected it to be a pleasurable experience. And it had been… initially.
“Are you ready yet, Draco? I want to see what you’ve thought of.”
“Patience, Harry. I’m just putting the final thing down, then we can compare notes.”
Draco sat down beside Harry on the sofa and skimmed through the lists they had both written. “My, my, you are a dark horse, Harry,” he purred, pointing to the list. “I didn’t know you liked this.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Harry retorted as he blushed furiously.
“I never said it was. It’s a bit of a shock, that’s all.” Draco leaned over and kissed Harry on his flushed cheek. “Never fear, Harry your secret is safe with me because I like it too.”
“You do?” Harry sounded both surprised and relieved at the same time.
“Yes, I do and I think we should indulge in this particular pleasure very soon, although it will need careful preparation.”
“Preparation?” queried Harry, “what sort of preparation?”
Draco grinned. “Let me explain…”
* * * * * * *
Project ‘Educating Harry’, as Draco liked to call it, had started well that morning. Harry could barely contain his excitement. The prospect of Draco’s hands all over him for several hours had been positively arousing, until Draco had completely taken charge, requiring Harry to submit totally to him in his area of expertise as he’d so eloquently put it.
By the time Harry emerged from the en-suite bathroom later that evening, decidedly un-refreshed, he was exhausted from the hours of torment Draco had subjected him to. His whole body ached from the positions he had been put in so that Draco could view him from every angle, before making his choices.
“No form of entertainment is worth this torture,” Harry mumbled to himself, as he studied the scene before him that Draco had prepared earlier. He turned, as the door opened behind him, to see Draco’s hopeful expression fade.
“Bloody Hell, why aren’t you ready yet?” Draco demanded, as he entered the bedroom and strode over to Harry. “We’ll be late if you don’t get a move on.”
“I don’t know which one to pick, you bought so many,” Harry protested as he stood surveying the colour co-ordinated outfits, carefully laid out on their bed.
“That’s because you looked so hot in all of them. Come on Harry, do you really need me to choose one for you?”
“No, I think you’ve made enough decisions for one day,” Harry said, “ordering me and all those assistants around in every shop we went in, like some sort of military commander. You should’ve heard yourself.”
“Knowing how to dress is my forte, Harry. I know exactly what I want and…” he smirked, "I make sure I get it." Draco opened his arms wide, and turned slowly so Harry could fully appreciate the vision of beauty before him. His eyes took in the Dior Homme black patent leather zipped ankle boots, Draco's lithe body clothed in Paul Smith velvet slim-fit flat fronted trousers and patch pocket jacket in midnight-blue which complimented the skinny pale grey roll neck top, before coming to rest on Draco's immaculate shoulder-length blond hair. Harry's reverie was cut short by Draco's irritated voice. "Now for fuck's sake, hurry up and pick an outfit, any outfit in this room will suffice. The Royal Ballet waits for no-one, not even an Adonis like you.”
Harry pulled a face and stuck his tongue out as Draco began to walk away. “Any outfit?” he called after Draco.
“Any outfit.”
“What time are we meeting everyone?” Harry queried, but the reply was muffled through the closing door. “Right,” he grinned to himself, “any outfit it is then.”
Further down the hall in the large elegant sitting room, Draco balanced a tray and allowed his guests to take a drink. He looked at the clock on top of the mantlepiece and shook his head with a small grin. He set his now-empty tray down and cleared his throat. “I’d like to thank you all for coming here first to celebrate Harry's amazing transformation, but if he doesn't make an appearance soon I'm afraid we won't have time to gaze in awe and wonder.”
“Do you want me to go and chivvy him along?” asked Hermione.
“No, wait here or you’ll miss his grand entrance and I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”
Hermione’s eyes widened as Draco spoke. “Oh, I am surprised Draco, I’m very surprised,” she nodded, looking over his shoulder. “So is he!” Draco turned to see a crimson faced Harry frozen in the doorway.
A sudden hush descended as the sound of a crystal champagne flute shattering on the parquet floor echoed around the room. Nobody moved or spoke for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Draco broke the silence. “What the fuck Harry…” he spluttered, “What kind of outfit is that?”
Harry mustered what was left of his dignity and proclaimed, “Isn’t it obvious? It’s my birthday suit.”
A/N I chose the designer Paul Smith because he is the local boy made good - and how!
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Date: 2005-05-29 12:40 pm (UTC)I just love how your fics keep you guessing the entire time. I get all into it trying to figure out what the surprise twist is gonna be.
I figured this one when you said suit...*g*.
LOVED it!
I'm smiling from ear to ear.
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Date: 2005-05-29 12:47 pm (UTC)Bugger! *grins* You would not believe how long it took me to get that ending. I was originally going for something based on The Emperor's New Clothes, but it wouldn't work. Glad you liked it. :)
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Date: 2005-05-29 02:53 pm (UTC)Thankyou for this, I really liked that. *hugs*
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Date: 2005-05-30 05:04 am (UTC)He had planned on winding Draco up a little bit more to make up for the arduous shopping trip then having a 'quickie', before getting dressed and meeting their friends. Poor Lad. Hopefully watching all those men on stage in tights cheered him up. I'm glad you liked it, and thanks for commenting. :)
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Date: 2005-05-29 04:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-30 05:07 am (UTC)Good, that's what I was hoping for. Thanks for commenting. :)
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Date: 2005-05-30 05:19 am (UTC)It's clever how you slowly reveal their mutual activity
I cannot express, without gushing, how much this comment means to me from such an accomplished writer. *sends you salty things - pretzels, peanuts? to drink with your wine*
I've just realised that I've written about clothes and not said what Draco was wearing. *headdeask* Need to remedy that.
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Date: 2005-05-30 05:34 am (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2005-05-30 08:25 am (UTC)I never thought of that, but it gives me something to mull over for another time. *Hmmmm goes away to ponder* glad you liked it. :)
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Date: 2005-05-30 06:48 pm (UTC)It's so hard to know what to wear to the ballet these days. ;)
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Date: 2005-05-31 04:35 am (UTC)Lovely fic.
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Date: 2006-05-28 04:47 pm (UTC)They were going to see the Royal Ballet perform Swan Lake at the Opera House, Covent Garden. Draco had taken Harry shopping for a decent outfit.
There is a sequel to this if you haven't read it:
After The Ballet Is Over.
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Date: 2006-08-19 08:47 pm (UTC)I was sure there was something following when Harry was musing “Any suit?” but I didn’t expect his birthday suit! Grins again.
And how embarrassing, standing there naked in front of all his friends…
Have to read more… I’m off towards the sequel
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Date: 2006-08-19 09:02 pm (UTC)Sequel is here: http://lusiology.livejournal.com/11282.html, it was my first attempt at smut.
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Date: 2008-04-23 07:52 pm (UTC)That was totally unexpected, woman! Not on!
Hehe, I'd love to see the expression on all their faces.
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Date: 2008-04-24 05:36 am (UTC)