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A little Snarco snippet
Title: A Beautiful Plan
Rating: PG13
Word count: 410
Warnings: crossdressing
Summary: Written for harrydracosnape's monthly prompt. Prompt July: corset. Draco’s plan works beautifully.
Disclaimer: The characters all belong to J.K.Rowling.
Author’s Note: Pen + paper + thunderstorm – computer access = this fic. Not beta’d except by me.




A Beautiful Plan


Draco rolled his shoulders and twisted a little. His reflection frowned at him.

‘Stop fidgeting, love,’ cooed the mirror. ‘You look smashing. This shade of blue was made for you.’

‘This is bloody uncomfortable,’ Draco growled and tugged the silky fabric down. The mirror clucked and told him to stop tugging. He would tear the fabric or pull it out of shape. Draco ignored the voice and looked himself over critically. His reflection obliged him and stood still.

Well, Draco thought. The mirror had certainly been right. He looked good. The blue silk made his eyes appear icy blue. His skin seemed to glow white. The soft fabric of the dress fell in elegant lines to his hips where the skirt curled into deep folds. Tiny fragments of jewels glittered like stars from the depths. More jewels adorned the wide sleeves and low neckline.

Yes, he looked good.

If only the corset weren’t so bloody uncomfortable! Or if he could go without. But he couldn’t wear the dress without it. And so, to be beautiful, he would have to suffer. It was a maxim his mother had told him more than once. She would probably faint if she knew what he was doing, and why, but tonight, he wanted to be as beautiful as possible. He had to be.

Draco let out a sudden, girlish giggle and twirled in front of the mirror, making the skirts flare out and flutter, revealing white silken stockings and deep blue, dainty high heels. He ended his twirl in a deep curtsey, flashed his reflection a cocky grin, and sauntered out of the door, looking for his lovers.

Later, after Harry had all but ripped off the corset and Severus had growled at the sight of his stockings, Draco concluded that his plan had worked out admirably. While he had received the occasional sneer or insult from one of the guests for wearing a witch’s dressrobes, neither Harry nor Severus had been able to look away from him for long, much to the chagrin of the she-Weasel, the younger Veela girl, and that awful Jones woman, who had taken quite a fancy to Severus, as well as a couple of other witches and wizards. Not to forget that his clothes had roused his lovers to unexpected heights of passion.

Draco stretched lazily and snuggled, satisfied and sated, closer to the warm bodies of his lovers and decided that for this alone he’d wear the ruddy corset more often.