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the_hoardRecipient: the_con_cept
Title: Pink Perfection
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Author:f13tch3r
Rating: PG
Word Count: 145
Warnings: Clichéd writing, implied chan, cross-dressing
Author's Note: Written for Abstract Concept's birthday. I know I never do birthday fics but for whatever reason, this time, I just had to. Sorry, hon, it's unbeta'd but I promise I spelled everything right. My first ever attempt at this pairing. Enjoy and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
"Oh Professor Lupin, you're right!" Harry peered over his shoulder.
"Of course, Harry." The older man appraised the young man before him. "Your legs are lean and lovely. Pink flatters you."
The boy smiled and turned to see himself from every angle in the mirror.
"Harry, look at me."
The teen turned and faced his professor, his eyes twinkling with wonder.
"I thought only girls looked pretty in tutus."
"Now you know better. I can show you so many things, Harry." Remus stretched out his arm. "Here, put this on."
Harry took the offered tiara; it sparkled as he turned it in the light. "So pretty."
"Yes, Harry. Put it on."
Facing the mirror, the raven-haired youth, whose pale soft skin reflected the rosy hue of the garment he wore, lightly placed the tiara on his head.
Remus exhaled heavily and shifted in his seat. "Perfect."
the_con_ceptTitle: Pink Perfection
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Author:
f13tch3rRating: PG
Word Count: 145
Warnings: Clichéd writing, implied chan, cross-dressing
Author's Note: Written for Abstract Concept's birthday. I know I never do birthday fics but for whatever reason, this time, I just had to. Sorry, hon, it's unbeta'd but I promise I spelled everything right. My first ever attempt at this pairing. Enjoy and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
"Oh Professor Lupin, you're right!" Harry peered over his shoulder.
"Of course, Harry." The older man appraised the young man before him. "Your legs are lean and lovely. Pink flatters you."
The boy smiled and turned to see himself from every angle in the mirror.
"Harry, look at me."
The teen turned and faced his professor, his eyes twinkling with wonder.
"I thought only girls looked pretty in tutus."
"Now you know better. I can show you so many things, Harry." Remus stretched out his arm. "Here, put this on."
Harry took the offered tiara; it sparkled as he turned it in the light. "So pretty."
"Yes, Harry. Put it on."
Facing the mirror, the raven-haired youth, whose pale soft skin reflected the rosy hue of the garment he wore, lightly placed the tiara on his head.
Remus exhaled heavily and shifted in his seat. "Perfect."
