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A pity she does not exist, a shame he’s not a fag
Draco sat in the corner of the eighth year common room on the back of the armchair to see over the crowd of people circling around the raised stage. Potter came out from behind the wall and Draco’s breath was stolen away. His hair was grown out to his waist and pulled up into a pony tail with two pieces framing his face. His curls bounced as he walked, the luscious brown hair looking tame for the first time. Draco slowly moved his eyes down Potter’s body as he walked. His eyes shone bright green and he had a spark that could only be described as ensnaring.
The only girl I ever loved was Andrew in drag
Memories flashed behind Draco’s eyes of all of the times they had interacted. It was a vault full of fury and anger. He hated Potter for making him like this. He’s tried to be with girls. He went out with Pansy Parkinson and Astoria Greengrass, but every time he was around them—every time he kissed them he wished it was Potter.
There is no hope of love for me from here on I’ll go stag
So, naturally he assumed he was gay. He tried to mess around with Theo and Blaise, but feelings never erupted into the fervent obsession and love he had for Potter. Even now, as makeup covered his face, making him nearly unrecognizable, Draco knew, he knew the boy underneath the makeup was soft and sweet and would do anything for the people he loved. He would never love Draco.
The only girl I’ll ever love is Andrew in drag
The silky dress brushed against the stairs as he walked, it seemed that time slowed while he was captured by Potter’s beauty. The girls and boys were giggling around him, whistling and catcalling the girl in front of them. Draco stayed frozen on the couch, unmoving, knowing that his time would never come. He would never be accepted by Potter. The dress was a light green that sparkled in the light, it clung to his body deliciously, displaying his thick muscular thighs. The open back was perfect for showing off his back, shaped from years of quidditch. Harry had filled out this year, looking less and less like the malnourished boy he knew so well and into a man that he wanted to bite.
Andrew in drag
Thin, black eyebrows were drawn onto his face, a deep green eyeshadow making his eyes pop. His dark skin was painted with a white sheen and bright blush. His eyelashes were dramatically paired with a hot pink blush plastered across his cheeks. Time stretched on endlessly as he took step after step down the stairs and into the common room. The boys cheered and threw flowers at him and Harry laughed. His face lit up into a wide smile looking at them all. He bowed for them, chuckling to himself.
Andrew in drag
Ginny Weasley came up from behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Draco’s face fell as he watched her slim fingers caress his waist. His gut clenched painfully when Potter turned to her, looking at her like she was the only light in the world. A sun in the darkest galaxy.
Andrew in drag, yeah
Potter turned in her arms and whispered something in her ear. She nodded to him. Draco longed for the love he felt radiating off the two. They were each other’s world, anyone could tell. It was easy to put himself in her place now—watching her whisper back and forth with Potter in drag. It was easy to wonder if things would’ve been different if they were girls.
I don't know why I even went, it’s really not my bag
Weasley took the lead, pulling Potter down the stairs. She held his hand, threading their fingers together. It was an intimacy he ached for on the harder nights. Nights when he was alone in the manor, waiting for it all to be over, wishing he had someone to hold. Wishing he had Potter to hold. They giggled while making their way down the stairs onto the stage, happiness plastered across their faces. His stomach lurched and his heart ached. He wondered if it is possible to be so sad that you just die. He wishes he never came.
Just thought it might be funny to see Andrew in drag
Pansy had come barging into his dorm room at midnight slurring her words saying something about Potter putting on a show for them. Draco couldn’t help himself—he was curious. So, he set down his Charms essay and went out to sit in the common room. The crowd was large, sixth through eighth years piled into the small room to see Harry Potter in drag.
The moment he walked on the stage, my tail began to wag
His heart jumped into his throat when Potter got onto the stage, the lights hitting his face at the perfect angle, making his green eyes shine somehow even brighter. Those damned eyes keep Draco completely and utterly captured by his beauty.
Wag like a little wiener dog for Andrew in Drag
He’s speaking into the mike, talking to the people in the room, but either the room’s too loud or his thoughts are too prominent, because he can’t hear a single word other than:
Andrew in drag
Not mine.
Andrew in drag
Not mine.
Andrew in drag, yeah
Not mine.
I’ve always been a ladies’ man and I don’t have to brag
Weasley’s hand stayed splayed across Potter’s side, possessively claiming him. He could only draw his eyes away from Potter’s long enough to take a good look at the girl. Her long, red hair flowed over her shoulders. She had on a dark green tank top with a short leather jacket, paired with a pair of dark blue jeans. Her eyes darted down to Potter’s lips, her tongue darting out to wet her own. No social status could take her spot, no amount of money or fortune. They had a relationship of pure unadulterated love.
But I’d become a momma’s boy for Andrew in drag
She pulled Potter in by his waist, effectively cutting off whatever he was talking about. She swooped and dipped Potter so his back arched dramatically. He saw him take in a shocked breath before it was stolen by Weasley when she kissed him deeply. His leg curled around her waist and they kissed. He was aware of people cheering around them as he felt like heaving. No social status could take her spot, no amount of money or fortune.
I’d sign away my trust fund, I would even sell the Jag
She pulled back from him, not letting him return to a standing position until she had kissed all across his face. Weasley left a trail of pink and glossy kisses all over Potter’s face and Draco could see him blush through the thick makeup. He stood up from his chair on shaky legs, swiping a hand over his face as he slowly walked out of the room, attempting to not draw attention to himself. No social status could take her spot, no amount of money or fortune.
If I could spend my misspent youth with Andrew in drag
He stumbled out of the common room, fumbling for his lighter. He walked through the halls, images of Harry’s long hair brushing against the ground as Weasley dipped him flashes behind his eyes. The sparkling look in Potter’s eyes as he looked at her was engraved behind his irises. He walked quickly to the courtyard, lighting a cigarette.
Andrew in drag
Potter’s lips, his hair, his stupid hero-complex, his compulsive tendencies, his Gryffindor-ishness, he hated them all and they all added up into the man he longed for deeply, but could never have. Harry Potter was not an accessible man. Even worse, Draco thought, he was a man.
Andrew in drag
He stubbed out his cigarette on the railing and vanished it with a wave of his hand. He made his way back to the common room, taking the “scenic” route in hopes of avoiding seeing that girl again.
Andrew in drag, yeah
He whispered the password to the portrait and held his breath as he walked into the common room, relieved to find it mostly empty except for a couple stragglers. His heart sank when he saw Potter sitting on the armchair he’d been occupying minutes ago. His hair was pulled out of the tie, falling awkwardly around the slick gel. His makeup was smudged, lipstick nearly gone. Draco felt sick.
So stick him in a dress and, he’s the only boy I’d shag
“Hey, Malfoy. I noticed you slipped out during my performance.” Draco hummed, running his fingers along the end table beside him. “Didn’t like the show?”
The only boy I’d anything is Andrew in drag
“Er.. no. It was good. I just..” He waved his hand behind him slightly out of breath at the idea of talking to Potter like this—like they were friends (and Draco was sure they weren’t). “Needed a smoke is all.”
I’ll never see that girl again, he did it as a gag
He turned his back towards Potter, walking to the dorms stopping just at the entry way. “Good night, Harry.”
I’ll pine away forevermore for Andrew in drag