Five Purple Corsets

*~ Five Purple Corsets ~*

Draco Malfoy had always been one for cunning plans and, usually, his plans revolved around his work for the Dark Lord and, of course, Harry Potter. Draco had always had a soft spot for the green eyed boy; he used to write about him.

Draco had always been a fantastic writer. Not a story writer, but a song writer. He used to write songs about Harry's daring deeds. He wrote about Harry saving a beautiful maiden and marrying her. He had called the maiden Dracaena, sort of named after himself. He had always pictured females to be beautiful and tempting, and obedient. Like his mother. This was until he met Pansy Parkinson.

Draco was only four when he first met Pansy and that was the day the Parkinsons and Draco's father decided that Draco and Pansy would spend their lives together. But things rapidly began to change when the Dark Lord decided that Draco's job would be to seduce the great Harry Potter...

*~-~*

"Hell, no!"

Draco Malfoy's scream could be heard from across the great hall.

"What is it, Darling?" Pansy purred, stroking Draco's slender arm.

"N-n-nothing Pansy," Draco replied. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "Uh, I think I'm going to change my clothes."

Draco rose from his seat and blasted from the Great Hall, hundreds upon hundreds of eyes following him as he ran. Slamming the doors behind him, Draco rushed down to the Slytherin Dungeons.

'How could father want me, expect me to do that!' he thought angrily. Finally, Draco reached the trap door into the Slytherin common room, muttered the password and entered. He quickly walked up the stairs into his dormitory and fell backwards onto his bed. He reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out the newly crumpled letter and slowly began to reread.

Draco,

The Dark Lord has a task for you, and you've accepted it. You are going to lure the Potter boy by seducing him. Don't complain. The Dark Lord and I have complete faith in your abilities, and you are part Veela, so that should certainly be enough. The plan is, after you seduce him (flash him some skin, wear revealing clothes, etc.), you will tell him of a secret place (blindfold him so he doesn't know the way back if he escapes). You know the secret passage behind Severus' classroom Take him there; the Dark Lord and I will be waiting. When you see us, take off the blindfold and shove him towards us. Then we can destroy the worthless bastard.

Do not disobey me!

Your father, Lucius.

"Argh!" Draco shouted, throwing the paper across the room, into the fireplace. He watched it slowly shrivel then burn. He tugged at his hair and walked over to his wardrobe. Flinging the doors open, he looked at his extensive collection.

'What would Potter like?' he questioned himself. 'Something innocent, but seductive, I think.'

He looked through the masses of clothes till he found the perfect jumper. It was a gorgeous blue which made his eyes stand out really well, Draco loved it. As he got it on, and a pair of plain black pants (Wizard WearTM of course), he studied himself in the mirror. In this outfit, he could make any man or woman swoon.

"Good lord," a foul voice called out. "It's the call of the psychotic Draco Malfoy.

*~-~*

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Blaise," Draco hissed at his ex boyfriend. "Just leave me alone."

Draco shoved past Blaise, tears stinging his eyes. And, of course, being Draco Malfoy, King of Gracefulness, he tripped down the stairs,. bump, bump, bumping down the spiral stairs till he reached the bottom (A/N Finally, a clumsy Malfoy). He hastily ran into the closest bathroom and locked the door behind him.

'Oh, why did Blaise have to show up?' Draco pouted, walking over to the nearest mirror. He went over every part of his face, and found the biggest bruise on his chin. Once again, he would have to visit Madame Pomfrey. Draco unlocked the door and began to run the rest of the way to the infirmary.

'Blaise...' Draco thought, clutching his heart.

It was Blaise's fault that he was in this position with Potter. They'd dated for about a year, then Blaise got sick. Draco had traded his freedom to the Dark Lord for the medicine. Then Blaise ran off with a Ravenclaw a year ahead of them. Draco's heart was shattered into one million pieces, ripping him like knives, tearing into his soul. But, of course, he was the Dark Lord's new toy, and that was when Draco promised himself that he'd never fall in love again; well, not until he was free.

*~-~*

"Mr. Malfoy," Madame Pomfrey's voice was warm, and comforting. "Not another accident, that's the sixteenth time this week! What happened this time?"

Draco told her about his trip down the stairs as she led him to a bed, and threw him some pajamas.

"You can stay here tonight, Mr. Malfoy," she said as she left the infirmary, leaving Draco to get changed.

Draco removed his jumper and shirt, and threw the pajama top over him. He was about to remove his pants when he noticed a pair of vivid green eyes.

"Potter!" he exclaimed, trying to cover up as much flesh as he could. "What do you want?"

"Snape sent me," Harry growled looking at his arm. It had a large flap of skin hanging off and was bleeding heavily. "Goyle did this, while Crabbe did this. Some friends you have Malfoy," Harry said as he turned around and rolled up his shirt.

Across his tanned, quidditch firmed stomach, was a huge gash. Draco felt like being sick. He had always hated the sight of blood after the Hippogriff incident in his third year.

"Oh, my lord! Mr. Potter, are you alright?" Madame Pomfrey said, with worry dripping out of each word.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit wounded," Potter said, while trying to take his jumper off.

"Mr. Malfoy, help Mr. Potter with his jumper." Madame Pomfrey then left them to go get some more medicine.

Draco hid behind the bed, and took off his pants and finished changing into the pajama pants. He then walked over to Potter.

"Poor, pathetic Potter," he said, reaching Potter. "How did this happen to you?"

Draco began to remove Potter's jumper, noticing Harry shiver at his touch. He finally got the jumper off and began to unbutton Harry's shirt.

"Malfoy!" a voice cried from behind them.

"Draco!" Another one followed it.

Draco turned around to find the Weasel, his face bright red, and Pansy, bawling her eyes out.

"Malfoy," the Weasel snarled. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!"

"Draco," Pansy whined, collapsing onto the floor and sobbing even harder. "I thought you loved me!"

"Oh, shut up!" Draco shouted, finishing Potter's shirt off. "I'm helping Potter with his shirt, otherwise Madame Pomfrey wouldn't be able to treat him! Okay!?"

Draco watched as the Weasel nodded, his face going lighter and lighter. And Pansy suddenly bounded up off the ground and squealed.

"Oh, Drakey, I knew that you still loved me," Pansy shrieked, as she ran up to Draco and hugged him.

"Get off me," Draco cried. "I don't love you Pansy, even though we are betrothed. I'm not going to snog you, let alone sleep with you until I need an heir."

Draco watched Pansy's face scrunch up and she began to cry again.

"But, but, but," Pansy whimpered.

"Oh, fuck up, Pansy," Draco hissed. "Start dating Crabbe or Goyle. You can even fantasise about Potter, here, if you want. It's none of my business."

Whack! Pansy slapped Draco across the face and started running out of the infirmary, waving her hands around.

"Well, see ya, Harry!" the Weasel muttered. "'Mione and I are going to... study! So, see ya."

And the Weasel left. Draco turned around and faced Potter. He grinned and they both began to laugh.

"God, are Weasley and Granger really dating?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded, then burst out laughing. "Isn't that obvious, Malfoy? They disappeared a couple of weeks ago, for about seventeen hours. Then Ron bounded into class dishevelled and stinking of sweat, followed by Hermione, her hair even a bigger mess than usual. I believe the big giveaway was Ron's brilliant use of the silencing charms minus the stabilising charm during the previous evening. Parvati got so scared, she confessed that she freaked out. She began shouting that some ghost had taken to shaking and rocking the students' beds in her dorm room."

"Then what happened?" Draco questioned, thinking it would be good for blackmailing purposes.

"Well, the next night the same thing happened," Harry continued, ducking behind a bed so he could change his pants. "So Parvati woke up Lavender, and they opened Hermione's curtains. They found Ron and Hermione in a very compromising position."

'So Weasley has finally got off with Granger,' Draco thought, chuckling to himself. 'Poor Potter, being left out.' Draco looked at Potter. 'Oh, my!' Draco thought, his eyes trailing down Potter's body. "Harry.. uh, I mean Potter has got a very nice body...no, bad Draco. Don't ever think those thoughts again. Harr-Potter is not worth your time."

Draco tried to ignore his argument with himself and focused his attention back on Potter. He noticed that Potter was staring at him, his eyes wide, like they had just seen something strange or unusual.

"Uh, Potter," Draco began, plastering on his trademark smirk. "Is it just me, or do you find me completely irresistible?"

"Yeah, right, Malfoy," Harry fired back, a little to quickly. "Only crazed rodents would fancy you! Fuck this, I'm going to bed."

Draco decided he would also go to bed. After all, it had been a long day.

'Did Harry really mean that, or was he only digging at me?' Draco thought as he snuggled into the hard infirmary bed. Draco began to think of Harry flying, as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

*~-~*

Draco was walking through a beautiful garden with Harry, taking in all the sights, sounds and smells. He didn't want to forget this moment, but there was a reason he was here with Harry. Voldemort. Draco pretended to fall over, only to find Harry's strong arms holding

"Are you okay?" Harry laughed, carrying Draco to a bench under a rose bush.

"Uh, I have, um, weak ankles!" Draco blurted, saying the first thing that came to mind. "So, Harry, do you have any weaknesses?"

"No, I don't have weaknesses, Draco," Harry replied, then he dropped his voice to a whisper. "I'm not allowed any weaknesses."

Harry walked over to a nearby rose bush, and plucked off a red rose. Draco watched Harry as he walked towards him, spinning the rose in his hands.

"Draco, uh... I thin-" Suddenly, a bright light flashed and Harry disintegrated, leaving only the red rose behind.

"A red rose proclaims love," Draco mumbled as he picked the rose off the ground. He sniffed the rose, its lovely smell wafting through the air.

'Oh, Harry,' he thought, as he sat down on the side of a fountain.

"Snap out of it, Draco," he told himself, dropping the rose in the water. "You'd think a guy would learn."

"But Draco," a voice whispered. "You love him."

"Yes, love is a splendid thing," another one said.

"Who and what are you?" Draco demanded. Another bright light shined but out of the light stepped out five strange figures wearing purple corsets.

"Pansy," Draco began, as he recognised the figures. "Millicent, Granger, Blaise, Weasley! What are you doing here wearing that crap?"

Pansy stepped forward, throwing her hair over her shoulder.

"We are the Corsets, we come only in familiar appearances," Pansy said. "I am Love."

"I am Hope," Blaise said as he stepped forward, flashing his legs at Draco.

"I am Luck," Millicent said, smiling like a lunatic.

"I am Knowledge," Granger said, while reading a book called, 'Loving Harry Potter - By Draco Malfoy'.

"And I am," Weasley began, pumping out his chest, "I am Beauty!"

"Ha, you beauty!" Draco exclaimed, laughing his head off. Weasley was gangly and freckled. If that was beauty, Draco must have been god.

"Watch out," Weasley snarled. "I'll set my naked cherubs at you!"

"Do your worst!" Draco replied still laughing.

"Naked Cherubs attack!" Weasley shouted, pointing his hand at Draco.

Suddenly, two creatures whizzed past Draco's head. Then there was a light, and whizzing around Draco's head were millions of very naked Crabbes and Goyles. They started to stroke Draco's, uh... leg! (A/N remember this is PG-13 (A/N I seem to be repeating myself hmmm))

"Get them off me!" Draco shrieked.

"Knowledge," Pansy shrieked at Granger. "Make him forget about us. And stop your Naked Cherubs from stroking Draco's, uh... leg!"

Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light, and Draco shut his eyes to protect them from it.

*~-~*

Draco sat up quickly, his chest rising and falling.

'What I weird dream,' Draco thought to himself. 'Weasley wearing a purple corset, naked Vincent and Greg's! Ugh, I'm scarred for life!'

Draco jumped out of bed and started running around, screaming like a complete lunatic.

"Malfoy, shut the fuck up!" came Potter's angry voice from the bed beside him.

Draco quickly got back into bed and began to dream again.

*~-~*

_ Draco's Second Dream _

Harry walked over to a nearby rose bush, and plucked off a red rose. Draco watched Harry as he walked towards him, spinning the rose in his hands.

"Draco, uh... I thin-" Suddenly, a bright light flashed and Harry disintegrated, leaving only the red rose behind.

"A red rose proclaims love," Draco mumbled as he picked the rose off the ground. He sniffed the rose, its lovely smell wafting through the air.

'Oh, Harry' he thought, as he sat down on the side of a fountain.

"Snap out of it, Draco," he told himself, dropping the rose in the water. "You'd think a guy would learn."

Draco threw the rose into the water of the fountain, and quietly began to sing.

"If there's a prize for

rotten judgement,

I guess I've already won that."

Draco remembered Blaise, betraying him for a Ravenclaw. How Harry would probably do the same thing. How men would always hurt him. Always.

"No man is worth the

aggravation,

That's ancient history-

been there, done that!"

If Draco had been paying attention, he would have noticed five figures wearing purple corsets surrounding him. One of them muttered something, and then they sang.

"Who'd ya think

you're kiddin'

Draco stood up, and looked around. He tried to find out where these strange voices we're coming from.

"Try to keep it hidden,

Honey, we can see right

through you"

Draco couldn't understand what was happening.

"Who are you?" Draco questioned. "What are you implying?"

"Boy, you can't conceal it,

We know how ya feel and

Who you're thinking of "

Draco didn't understand. Who was he thinking of? It definitely wasn't Blaise. Draco racked his brain. They couldn't be singing about Harry? No, he wasn't in love with him!

"No chance, no way

I won't say it, no, no!"

"You swoon, you sigh,

why deny it, uh-oh!"

"It's too cliché

I won't say, I'm in love."

Draco's head was pounding. Why was he arguing with invisible people? Or was he trying to convince himself? Blaise had broken his heart and he had cried his eyes out. He had always been a clumsy fool, especially when it came to love.

"I thought my heart had

learned its lesson,

It feels so good when

you start out."

He remembered falling in love with Blaise, and how special he had felt then.

"My head is screaming,

Get a grip, boy!

Unless your dying to

cry your heart out."

Then, suddenly, in a blur, hundreds of those damn Nude Crabbe and Goyle Cherubs acme flying out singing;

"oooooooooh"

They landed on a statue of Harry and began to do the Can-Can. Then, the strange voices started to sing again.

"You keep on denying,

Who you are and how

you're feeling"

Draco couldn't understand how they knew this, then they stepped into the light. They were those dratted Corsets.

"Drakey, we're not buying

Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling.

Face it like a grown up.

When ya gonna own up,

That ya got-"

The naked cherubs repeatedly chirped 'got' until they decided to dance on top of Harry again.

"It bad!"

'This isn't happening!' Draco thought but, before he could stop himself, he began to sing again.

"No chance, no way

I won't say it, no, no"

"Give up give in

Check the grin

You're in love!"

"This scene won't play,

I won't say, I'm in love"

Suddenly, the Naked Crabbe and Goyle Cherubs started to grow. There were now millions of Naked Crabbe and Goyle Cherubs on the rampage, but the corsets continued to torment Draco.

"You're doin' flips

read our lips;

your in love"

"you're way off base,

I won't say it.

Get off my case,

I won't say it!"

The Cherubs began to sing along.

"Der, he won' say it,

Get of his base,

He won't shave it.

It's to much a play

Brussels sprout's

Have cooties!"

"Beauty!" the corsets all shouted in union.

"All right, all right," Weasley shouted back. "I'll get rid of them."

He clicked his fingers, then Professor Snape came in.

"Vincents, Gregs," he barked. "Where are those five hundred word essays you all owe me!?"

With those words, all of the very naked Cherubs flew out shrieking (A/N Ugh! Nasty mental picture). Snape running closely behind them. Then the corsets got back to the song.

"Girl don't be proud,

It's okay you're in love."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh,"

A voice that sounded like a cat being strangled. It was Snape.

"Get out!" the corsets shrieked.

Then he left, leaving a trail of grease behind him. Suddenly, everything had disappeared and Draco found himself holding hands with Harry, and in union they both sung.

"At least out loud, I won't

Say I'm in love"

Then Harry pulled Draco into his embrace and slowly kissed him. In a blur of hands and limbs, Harry and Draco expressed their love, proudly.

*~-~*

Draco awoke, the sun in his eyes. He put his hand up to shield the sun light. He reached over to the bedstead, which was on the left hand side of the bed. He couldn't find it. Instead, he felt something large and squishy. He rolled over and realised he wasn't alone. Harry Potter was in the bed as well. And they were both naked. Very naked.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!" Draco screamed.

He watched as Harry reached for his glasses.

"Malfoy, shut the fuck..." Harry trailed as he realised that he was naked, in bed with Draco Malfoy.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!" they screamed in union.

"Boys, are you okay?" came Madame Pomfrey's voice. "Oh, my!"

"My arse is sore," they both complained. "Oh, fuck!"

"Well boys, you'd better explain yourselves."

*~-~*