Drarry Oneshots

Flowering Kingdom of Femininity

Harry kept his gaze on the floor ahead of him as he walked. Whispers of giggling girls surrounded him after each step he took, saying 'aw, he's so cute!' or 'oh my lord, he's here!' Glancing at them, Harry lifted his hand to give a gentle wave with a forced smile.

"His majesty requests to see you, Prince Potter."

He proceeded along the hallway towards his father on the throne.

"Father, you called?" the younger male inquired with a slight bow.

The King of Aldovia, James Potter, answered with a frown but a glint in his dark chocolate eyes, "The princess is sick. I want you to disguise yourself as Hazel and marry the prince of the East."

Harry raised his eyebrows in confusion, then yelled in an unbelieving tone, "What?" He was outraged. "I'm a boy! This is never going to work!"

"They will help you," the king stated calmly, motioning his hand towards the many maids holding some makeup.

Fuming, Harry stared at them in disgust, hating the idea. The ladies in white dresses led him towards a spare master bedroom in the castle and sat him down of the bed. Each of them eagerly began to rip off pieces from his clothing, exposing his skin bare. Smiling dreamily, the girls admired his body while taking more makeup boxes out of their bags. Harry scowled at them. They quickly averted their eyes at being caught and brought out some measurement tools to measure the size of his waist, shoulders and chest. They handed him two large balls of socks, and continued measuring.

"What it this for?" The brunet asked, confused.

"Breasts," one of the maids answered simply.

Harry blushed slightly, embarrassed.

The maids soon finished up his makeup, rising his cheekbones with liquid bronzer, highlighting the end of his button nose, smearing matte lip gloss on his lips to appear more plump, spreading rosy blush, blending green and silver eye shadow and drawing winged eyeliner for a smoky effect. A silver necklace with an emerald green gem in the middle was wrapped delicately around his neck, a long, dark green, satin dress was slipped over his shoulders, other jewelleries like bracelets and earrings were put on him, and a tiara was placed on his head. Lastly, the maids sprayed a generous amount of perfume over him, and attached long brown extensions to his hair.

"The prince is ready."

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"In order to play the princess, you must learn how to act as one."

Groaning, Harry was forced to go with an instructor to learn how to be a 'proper princess.'

It took a couple days until the male was able to understand and conduct the prospects he was expected to do. A few of the things he had to perform perfectly was balancing books and tea cups on his head, balancing on one leg while holding water buckets on each arm, being able to run or jump without his sock ball breasts falling out, practicing to walk in heels, pouring tea from the pot all while keeping his pinkie stuck out and keeping his tiara in place even when running or jumping and dancing formally.

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"Son, I think you are ready. The carriage will promptly arrive in 5 minutes to take you to the Prince's castle in the East. Get ready."

Harry bristled as he quickly freshened his makeup, and readjusted his sock balls while looking in the mirror.

'Eh, good enough.'

Holding his dress up, he jogged down the stairs to the carriage waiting outside. He squeezed himself inside and sat blankly. For the next couple of hours, Harry leaned his head on the side of the carriage, closed his eyes and drifted off asleep.