Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I make a profit off of them. I just play with them for a bit and then put them back innocently. Lyrics aren't mine either.
Summary: Harry runs into an old classmate who has a new profession and a totally different look, a look that Harry finds rather attractive. Slash Warning! Cross Dressing Draco. Fic inspired by "Woman like Me" by Beyonce
Harry remembered the moment he caught sight of him. It was in a magazine in the dentist office. He was browsing through articles waiting for his scheduled teeth cleaning when a familiar face popped out. He narrowed his eyes and looked closer. The face on the page was pale with glittery red lipstick, long lashes, and long blonde hair. Her silver eyes glowed in an inviting way and her red nails were clasped around a 40's style microphone. Her smile was conceited and seductive, pulling Harry into the article. Below the caption read:
Ladies and Gentlemen grab on to your knickers because the new upcoming songstress to overtake Britain is Gabrielle. Her vocal range is comparable to some of the greats around the world and her songs are smooth and rich. Critics have called her performances mesmerizing. If you're looking to catch a glimpse of her yourself, she will be coming to Edmonds to give an intimate performance, kicking off her tour. Tickets will be on sale until February 2nd.
That face. That face. Suddenly it hit him like a freight train. That woman smiling at him had sneered some time long before. That woman was a softer version of Draco Malfoy. Harry doubted himself but staring at the picture again confirmed his suspicions. He hadn't heard about Malfoy since the second war. There were rumors that he had been disowned from his family and thrown out. At least Malfoy was making a living for himself. Harry tore the article from the magazine and stuffed it in his pocket. What harm could an old classmate offering support do? Curiosity never hurt anyone, except for felines.
Two weeks later, Harry was standing in line at Edmonds with his ticket clutched in his hand. Pulling his overcoat up on his shoulders, he looked around him. It was obvious that Draco or "Gabrielle" had plenty of fans. They were a writhing mass of excitement. He had thought about bringing a friend, but that would only complicate things. He could imagine now the hard time he would have trying to explain to Ron why he even wanted to see Draco. It was just something inside of Harry that made him want to see what had happened to the Slytherin and ex arch enemy.
The lights dimmed as Harry sat down in his seat. It was a small venue filled to the brim with people. He was counting on this factor for him not to be noticed. Making sure his black hair was covering his faded scar, he waited for the show to begin. The music came on and there were hoots and screams of excitement from the audience. A tall blonde stepped forward out of the shadows, and grabbed the microphone. Harry recognized the smile immediately. It was Draco, no doubt about it. His glittery green dress ending just before his knees hugged his statuesque figure. It was cut precisely, flattering his flat chest and plump rear. He exuded confidence as he walked forward into the spotlight, his heels clicking on the stage.
"This one is for all my wanna-be lovers out there." Draco worked his audience like a champ. "How many of my lovers are out there?" The crowd screamed for him, feeding his ego.
Harry clapped for a moment but then caught himself. He held his hands together in his lap tightly. He wouldn't get caught up in Draco's siren call.
The seductive beat began and Draco swung his hips back and forth. He ran his hands up and down his own body. He began to sing:
"Do you think you could fall for a woman like me?
Cause I find it hard to trust, I need too much, and I really don't believe in love"
Harry sat upright in his chair, his eyes focusing more on Draco. The more he looked, the more he realized that Draco was rather attractive. No beyond attractive. Draco was damn good looking. This was definitely not the snot-nosed prat that had annoyed him on during school.
Draco walked across the stage and seductively played with a front row member's tie.
"Do you think that I could be the one that you see?
Cause baby I'm one step ahead
You're two steps behind, but baby I don't mind."
Draco sashayed to the center of the stage, giving Jessica Rabbit a run for her money. He snapped his fingers to the beat.
"You need to stop for a minute
Before you get too deep up in it
Everything isn't what it seems."
Harry suddenly felt very hot and in the need of a glass of water, but his eyes wouldn't leave Draco. Everything wasn't what it seemed. Unbeknownst to Harry before, Draco Malfoy made a pretty convincing woman and had the pipes of a diva.
Draco spun around and rolled his hips, causing the glittery fabric to shimmy around him. He shook his hair and suddenly his eyes locked with Harry's. A sly smile curled on his lips as he continued to sing
"You need to think about it
Before you get hooked on a venom and can't live without it.
Can't believe everything you see.
It's hard lovin a woman, a woman like me."
Harry watched the entire show on the edge of his seat. He couldn't tell if it was just his imagination, but it seemed that Draco would steal furtive glances at him, almost challenging him to make eye contact. He wanted to have a word with him or Gabrielle, which ever name he called himself these days. The mob of people storming the area made it impossible to even approach him. After wading through the massive group for 30 minutes, he gave up. He knew of an alley on the side of the venue that would lead around back. If he followed it, he could run into Draco leaving the area. Sure enough, as soon as he turned the corner to the back of the building, two burly guards stopped him.
"Gabrielle isn't taking any more autographs so just turn around and go home."
Harry peeked between the two guys and caught sight of Draco. He looked less feminine than on stage but still wore 6 inch heels, skinny jeans, and long hair. "Hey Draco!" he yelled, hoping to grab the blonde's attention.
Draco's head snapped towards the sound and caught sight of Harry. "Harry Potter? Is that you? Let him through."
Harry walked up to Draco and smiled. Now that he had actually found who he was looking for, he didn't know what to say. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Umm... Hi. Wonderful performance."
"Thank you." Draco nodded his head, his eyes examining Harry. "It's been a while since anyone has called me Draco."
"Oh I'm sorry." Harry fumbled. "Do you prefer Draco or Gabrielle?"
"Gabrielle is my stage name. I'd be flattered if you called me Draco. It's been such a long time since I've run into anyone from my past." Draco offered his hand.
Harry shook his hand eagerly. "It's good to see you." He meant that literally. Draco was an eyeful. Harry let his eyes settle on those full lips before glancing up into the wide grey eyes. "I'm glad to see you're doing well. I'll let you go."
Draco moved to get into his limo but paused. "I'm heading to a hotel for the night before my flight leaves in the morning. Hey if you're not busy, why don't you come along with me? We could catch up, maybe have a few drinks. You know it's not often I run into classmates that actually want to talk to me."
Shrugging his shoulders, Harry smiled. "Sure, it will be nice to talk." He crawled into the limo with Draco. Thoughts were racing through his head as he twiddled his thumbs. Harry never thought he would actually get to meet the Slytherin again, none the less share drinks in a hotel. Meeting Draco's gaze was too much at the moment. He didn't know proper etiquette about asking Draco about his past.
"You look nervous. Don't be." Draco smiled. "I know what you're thinking. How did I turn into 'Gabrielle'?"
Harry nodded his head. "I didn't want to offend you but I'm curious. The last time I saw you, you were cowering in a corner with your family right after Voldemort was defeated." Harry watched Draco flinch at the mention of the Dark Lord's name.
"Lasers do wonders." Draco stared at his now dark-mark free arm. "After that night, I was openly ridiculed. I didn't belong on either side. Death Eaters told me I wasn't loyal enough and should have been dead a long time ago. Members of Wizarding Community told me I was evil and should have been dead a long time ago. I didn't have anywhere to turn and I didn't have a friend in the world. My last straw was when I was walking down the street and someone accused me of being Albus Dumbledore's killer."
"But you didn't…"
"It was never meant for me to kill him. I was destined to fail. Why would you send a teenager to kill one of the most powerful wizards in history? Volde-" Draco shivered at the name. "The Dark Lord set me up to fail so that he could kill my entire family."
"But you didn't want to kill Dumbledore, did you? I saw you lower your wand."
"My wand? You're telling me you were there?" Draco turned to Harry in shock.
"I was there. I saw everything that happened." Harry sighed. "I know we were never friends and during some points we tried to basically kill each other, but I do know one thing. You respected Dumbledore enough not to kill him."
"Well that means a lot to me, especially coming from you. If only more people shared that same opinion." Draco smiled. "I owe you a drink."
"Don't take this the wrong way, but you're a lot nicer than you used to be."
Chuckling softly, Draco glanced away. "Age has made me wiser. Also a mixture of yoga, alcohol, and masturbation keeps me level headed."
"Wow." Harry couldn't hold his laughter. "At least you're very honest."
The halt of the limo signaled they were at the hotel. Harry helped Draco with his bags as he walked into the lavish lobby. He saw a couple of curious stares aimed towards him, but no one approached them.
Smiling at the concierge woman, Draco took his room card and escorted Harry up to his room. "It's the biggest room they had. I can't stand being in small spaces, plus it has a full bar."
Walking into the hotel suite, Harry realized that big was an understatement. The suite was the size of a large flat with flat screen televisions and a giant hot tub in the middle of the entertainment area. There was a master bedroom off to the left with a king size bed and a fireplace.
Draco followed his stare to the hot tub. "It's the honeymoon suite by the way. I have the whole area to myself. My security is across the hall." His heels clicked across the marble floor as he sat his bags down on the couch.
"So that's why that woman kept staring at me. She must have thought I was your husband." Blush crept up Harry's neck.
Draco didn't say anything but a small smile formed on his face as he dove under the bar looking for alcohol bottles.
"Right about those drinks," Harry approached the bar. "What are you fixing up there?"
"Two dirty martinis for us to start. Is that ok?"
"The dirtier the better," Harry realized what he said and he wanted to eat his words. "I mean I like extra olives and stuff." He blushed again.
Draco smiled. "Extra olives for you then. Making drinks comes naturally these days. I worked as a bartender for while."
Harry nodded his head in interest. "Do tell."
"Since I was an outcast in the community, I started to become a recluse. I got a night job at a dive bar that had drag shows on Thursdays. I watched the fellas perform and realized that it was more than dressing up in a wig, it's an art form. So I decided to try it myself. Found out that I adore being on stage and pleasing the crowd. I could also hide my identity and my past. No one had to know about who I was. That's how 'Gabrielle' was born. It's now the only time I feel comfortable in my own skin."
Gulping down his martini, Harry burped a bit. "Do you not feel comfortable being Draco?"
"No." His finger's traced around the glass before he swallowed his drink. "I feel like everyone has already passed judgment on me, no matter what I do with my life.
"I'll tell you what," Harry poured vodka in his glass and Draco's. "Let's have a toast. To Draco feeling comfortable as Draco, at least around me."
Draco's glass clinked against Harry's. "I will toast to that."
Harry felt the relief of alcohol coursing through his body, making the situation less tense. "I don't mean to pry but the heels? That's definitely different than your Hogwarts days."
"I like being taller." Draco looked down at his spiked heels. "I wear them better than any woman I know. I suppose I like being androgynous, an enhanced version of myself. I grew my hair out and started wearing makeup. I've never felt better in my life. Unfortunately, my look just confuses people."
"And um..." Harry's eyes trailed down to Draco's belt buckle.
"I can show you if you like." Draco raised an eyebrow.
"No. No." Harry looked away, embarrassed. "Forgive me for being nosy." He poured himself even more alcohol.
"I'm still a man, in all functioning ways. I like it like that. Believe me Harry, I can still stomp your arse at quidditch."
Harry smirked. "Man or no man, that's damn near impossible for you, Draco. You're smart. You know I was always the better player."
"I wouldn't say you were good but luck was always on your side. One on one, I would catch that snitch before you even kicked off the ground."
They gave each other a customary Malfoy Potter stare down until their faces began to crack and giggles raged through them both.
"I'm actually having fun. I'm really glad I ran into you." Harry broke into the scotch, pouring himself a glass and filling Draco's.
"I feel like I've been talking about myself the whole time. What about you, Harry?" Draco asked.
He called me Harry. He shook the thought from his mind. "I've just been working as an Auror. Got divorced from Gin about 3 years ago. So it's just me."
"I didn't notice a wedding band, so I figured you were single."
"Are you kidding? Outside of my fans, no one really cares about me. Do you know how hard it is to date when you look like me?"
"What do you mean 'look like me'?" Harry furrowed his brows.
"Don't play coy. You know what I mean. I'm a man who enjoys wearing makeup and heels. How do I explain that on a date?"
"Well I think you look-"
"-What?" Draco interrupted. "Atrocious? Hideous? Ridiculous?"
"Beautiful!" Harry blurted out. It was obvious that the liquid courage had done its job.
Draco stared at him for moment, as if trying to comprehend what he just said. A tinge of pink appeared on his cheeks as an expression of humility surfaced on his face. "Thank you."
Harry pointed his finger at Draco with conviction. "Any guy would be lucky to have you. I mean, if you like guys. I don't know." He shrugged.
"I like both." Draco said nonchalantly.
"As do I."
"You never struck me as the type to like men."
"You never struck me as the type to have a second identity." Harry retorted.
Harry stood up. "I'd better call myself a cab." He was surprised when a hand wrapped around his wrist.
"You can stay, the night I mean." Draco tucked his hair behind his ear. "Obviously you're too drunk to go home."
"Nonsense. I'm not drunk."
"You called me beautiful."
"I meant it."
Suddenly Harry grabbed Draco by his hips and pulled him close. "I really did mean it." He said, pushing a strand of hair out Draco's face. "Gorgeous."
Draco's heart was beating like a cadence in a drum line. He hadn't felt this way in a while. He was wanted. Not just for being Gabrielle, he was wanted for being just plain old Draco. He slowly placed his arms around Harry's neck in an embrace, enjoying the heat between them. "Are you sure you want to get caught up with someone like me? It's something you might want to think about, Potter."
Harry tilted the blonde's chin upwards and kissed him. Their lips slid against each others before tongues set in for fiery exploration. Draco let out an appreciative moan as he let himself get lost in the bliss of Harry's kisses.
Harry smiled. "I have nothing to fear. I can handle a woman or man like you."
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