It started innocently enough. Draco sneered at at house elf as it cleaned his room, as he always did. "Look at this one boys, it thinks is a person. What horrible, ugly clothes it's wearing. Seems the old fool can't even care for his elves properly."

Crabbe and Goyle snickered, and one of them grunted and said, "Those hats look like they were nicked by a moron."

"You mean knitted, you idiot," Draco said, rolling his eyes.

"They are Dobby's, and made by the wonderful Mistress Hermione!"

Draco blinked, actually dropping the apple he'd been eating to stare at the elf. "Dobby? Is that… is that you?"

"You know this elf, boss?" Crabbe asked, squinting at the elf with narrow eyes and standing to crack his knuckles.

"We should bust it up, then bust up that mud blood bitch," Goyle growled, taking a step towards Dobby.

"Don't you dare insult the mistress!" Dobby snarled, leaping up onto the back of a chair to glare at the two gorillas, who stumbled back in confusion. "She is being very kind to Dobby! She is much nicer than horrible Master Draco ever was! She is being the one who gave Dobby these clothes!"

"Well that just proves what a stupid mudblood bitch she is then," Draco laughed. He waved to Crabbe and Goyle. "You can try to rough it up a bit, but I wouldn't bother. I just have to figure out how to solve my little problem, then uppity elves and mudbloods both will be put in their proper place, forever, thanks to the Dark Lord."

"You wouldn't dare hurt Mistress Hermione!" Dobby squeaked.

Draco stood and sneered down at Dobby, his tone soft, but his words dripping with malice. "When I gain the Dark Lord's favor, first I'll kill you, elf. I'd like to kill Potter, but I suppose the Dark Lord will want to kill him personally. Probably let me kill Weasley, though Then for Granger and the other mudbloods, we'll do what's right. Seems a shame to just kill her. Maybe we'll imperious her. Make her our slave forever. Cut her stupid tongue out and fuck her day and night until we get bored with her. Then turn her into a house elf like you, and make her properly respectful and work for us for the rest of her miserable life."

"You can't!" Dobby hissed, raising a finger and pointing it at Draco.

"Oh yes, I can," Draco said, a smug grin spreading over his lips. "The Dark Lord will let me do whatever I want when he rules, because it will be me who helps him gain his eternal victory."

"Dobby won't let you," Dobby whispered, tears forming in his all to large eyes.

"Try and stop us, elf," Goyle growled.

"Yeah, just try," Crabbe agreed. He glanced at Draco. "You'll let us have a go at the mudblood when you're done, right boss?"

"Perhaps. I'm not taking your sloppy seconds after all," Draco said with a shrug. Then he pointed at Dobby. "Now get out of my sight, you stupid elf."

Dobby vanished with a crack, leaving Draco to feel smug for a moment. Then the boys face fell. How as he going to get the Dark Lord at the other Death Eaters in to Hogwarts? It was one thing to brag to a house elf, but even though term had just begun he had a lot more bravado and a lot less confidence he could do it.

Deep in the Forbidden Forest beyond the castle, Dobby scuttled along an overgrown path toward a rickety hovel. How was he to stop Draco from hurting Mistress Hermione and Master Harry Potter? The risk to Dobby's own personal hide was minor, not even a concern. Hurrying to vine covered door, Dobby quickly pushed it open.

Inside, a pair of large glowing eyes turned towards Dobby. "Who is it?" an old voice croaked. "Who comes to see Old Gobber?"

"I's is, Dobby," Dobby said hurriedly. "A house elf of Hogwarts."

"Oh. One of you." Out of the shadows hobbled and ancient elf, its skin wrinkled as a raisin's and its eyes a milky white, though they glowed in the darkness all the same. Unlike Dobby's its skin was pitch black, and its ears ragged and pierced with metal spikes. Its hands ended in yellowed claw like fingernails, and it was dressed in rusted chain main. "The lickspittles elves. Why have you come? Your kind hate me. Call me the dark elf."

Dobby hesitated. What he was about to ask could very well result in him being labeled a Dark Elf himself by the others and cast out. But he had to save master Harry and Mistress Hermione. "Dobby...Dobby needs the Black Magic."

Gobber's eyes seemed to glow even brighter, and he reached up to run a finger along one of the metal spikes in his right ear. "Oh ho! Grew a spine, did you? Ready to overthrow the humans once and for all are you?"

"No, no, Dobby must save Master's Harry and Ron and Mistress Hermione. Wicked Master Draco wishes to make them slaves and kill them! To rape them and then turn them into an elf themselves! Ir is wicked, very wicked, and Dobby must stop it!"

Gobber snorted. "Why not go to that annoying old man they call headmaster? He cares about such things, not I. The humans can rape and murder each other forever for all I care." Then Gobber paused. "Did you say...turn a human into an elf?"

Dobby nodded frantically. "Master Harry has told Wise Master Dumbledore that Wicked Master Draco is up to something, but Wise Master Dumbledore did nothing! Dobby fears he will do the same if Dobby tells him!"

"Turn a human into an elf," Gobber growled. "That I cannot accept! If they humans start doing that to one another I'll' have more of you insufferable nitwits to deal with." Gobber glared at Dobby, his eyes turning from white to smokey grey. "Do you know why they call me Dark Elf?"

"Yes," Dobby whispered. "You cursed your Master. You be using elf magic on a human, to hurt them!"

"Ha! I wish. No, no, you can't quite use elf magic to hurt a human. Doesn't work that way. Oh, you could drop a heavy object on them or light the room they're in on fire. Thought about that. Want to try it for your problem? Get that bastard killed?"

Dobby hesitated. "If… if there is no other way…"

"Oh there is, there is." Gobber chuckled darkly. "The best revenge is always more than just a simple killing. After that, it's done, over. Can't do anything else. Now, tell me again, what did this Draco say he would do?"

"Kill Master Harry and-"

"No, the human being turned into an elf you spineless weakling!" Gobber snapped. "What about that one?"

Dobby shivered, but forced himself to say, "To make Mistress Hermione is slave. To rape and and rape her, then turn her into an elf to be his servant for all her days."

"Hmmm. Yes, I see. We can-"

"And Wicked Masters Crabbe and Goyle said they'd do the same!" Dobby wailed. "So it is not just Master Draco Dobby must kill! Oh, Dobby will be the most wicked elf ever!"

"Them too, eh? Oh, calm down. We won't kill them," Gobby said, slapping Dobby on the back with his bony hand. Dobby flinched, but didn't back away. "Oh no. We'll turn them into slaves themselves. So much so they won't even know it."

"We...we's will turn them into elves?" Dobby squeaked. He didn't much like the idea of Master Draco being an elf. That was repulsive.

"Oh no. Tell me about these humans, your Harry, Ron, and Hermione. What are they like?" Gobber asked.

Dobby started to wax rhapsodic about how wonderful they both were, but Gobber cut him off. "Teenagers, then. What about 16 or so?"

"Yes," Dobby grumbled, miffed at not being allowed to carry on about how wonderful his friends were.

"And this Draco, what's he like? The same?" Gobber demanded.

"Yes, he is being in the same year as Master's Harry and Ron and Mistress Hermione," Dobby admitted. "Along with wicked Master's Goyle and Crabbe."

"Yes, humans are horney at that age," Gobber mused. "Alright. Here's what you're going to do. We'll need a bit of human magic for this. But how are we going to get some love potion?"

"Master Slughorn keeps a bottle in his classroom," Dobby said helpfully. "It is being called Amortentia."

"Oh ho! You are a wicked elf," Gobber laughed. Seeing Dobby's mortified look, he shook his head. "That's a compliment, dolt. Now, let me tell you exactly what you're going to do, and how we'll make it stick."

Dobby listened to Gobber, nodding despite his confusion. He'd do it though, if it would save his friends.

Draco hurried through the upper halls of Hogwarts, his heart pounding. He clutched the sweet smelling parchment in his hands, a slow grin spreading over his face.

Dearest Draco,

For too long I've wanted you. I want to give you my wonderful female body. All of it. Come to the seventh floor corridor, you know the room. The one behind the tapestry. Hurry, I'm waiting. And I'm not wearing any knickers.

Your secret admirer

The red lipstick pressed onto the bottom corner of the parchment and the general scent of perfume and given Draco a massive stiffy and made his blood rush. He thought he knew who it was from too: Astoria Greengrass, the cutest Slytherin in the whole school and perfectly bred too. Just the thought of getting her alone in the Room of Requirement...Draco licked his lips, concentrated on seeing her naked, and quickly paced back and forth before the tapestry, the barged in, the door banging open.

He wasn't surprised to see the room had taken the form of a sumptuous bedroom with deep soft green carpet and a massive four poster bed with silver lace veils surrounding it. He also was neither suspicious nor concerned that the air was full of a spicy perfume that was growing thicker by the moment. He was shocked at who was sitting on the bed in nothing but their boxers and sweat stained undershirts.

"Crabbe? Goyle?" Draco spluttered. "What are you doing here?"

The two dim-witted minions frowned at Draco. "He's not a girl neither," Crabbe said, his tone a plaintive whine.

"Of course I'm not a girl, you idiot!" Draco hissed, waved his parchment in the air. "I got a letter from Astoria, telling me to meet her here so we could shag! What are you doing here?"

"We got letters too," Goyle said, holding up a parchment identical to Draco. "Thought we were going to shag too, but instead it was just the two of us. We thought we'd wait for the girls, but instead you showed up."

"Potter," Draco growled, grinding his teeth. "It has to be him! Damn him! He's out there now, laughing at us, why I'll-"

Draco stopped, and sneezed. The air had grown even thicker with the spicy scent, and he began to grow dizzy. He clutched the parchment to his chest, trying to think, but finding it as hard as Crabbe and Goyle did usually.

Think of the girl you desire. Her perfect form. Her body, yours for the taking. Think of it, dwell on it, treasure it. Her breasts, her secret place, all if it. Yours, and yours alone.

Draco's eyes glazed over slightly as the voice echoed through the room. "Yes...not you two. Not Astoria. Short, blonde hair. Nice tits. Not too big, but a good handful. That's what I wanted."

"Small, with dark, curly hair, down to her shoulders, and little perky tits," Goyle sighed. "Plenty of muscle, long legs, and big dark eyes."

"Tall and blond with blue eyes and huge tits," Crabbe said, drool forming on his lips. "And a huge arse that I could hold in both hands while I rode her. Lusty as a bitch in heat all the time."

It can be yours. All yours, forever. You just need to come to the pool. Swim in it, and that body you so desire will become yours.

Blinking, Draco watched as a curtain drew back, revealing a steaming pool where the spicy scent was emanating from. It's waters glowed with a slight pearlescent sheen. The three boys ripped their clothes off and plunged into the pool, splashing and calling out for the girls they knew had to be there, but were not.

The warm waters washed over Draco's body, making his skin tingle and warmth suffuse him. He grunted as he suddenly orgasmed, his seed mixing with the waters of the pool. He could hear Crabbe and Goyle doing the same, grunting and splashing. Draco tried to think, to look around for the girl that had to be there, the beautiful blonde he didn't realize was a reflection of his vain self. Before he could focus, he gasped again as once more he orgasmed, and once more spurted seed. Again and again he came, but each time it felt just a little different. Soon it began to flow together, and his grunts grew lighter, softer, until they became gasping cries and moans of pleasure.

Slowly, the waters began to receded, though the pleasure continued. Draco drifted languidly until he found himself resting at the bottom of the empty pool. He looked around, and saw two girls laying beside him. One was short, with dark hair in tight curls down to her shoulders, her eyes closed as she breathed softly, almost asleep. The other was leaning up against the side of the pool, her long blond hair plastered to her skin as her huge breasts moved up and down as she gasped for air. Her fingers rubbed at her glistening clit, and she moaned with pleasure.

Draco stumbled to his feet, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Crabbe and Goyle were nowhere to be seen, and while these two girls were not exactly what he'd had in mind, they would do nicely. He walked up to the blonde, who looked up at him with lusty eyes.

"Are you the girl they told me I'd find?" she asked lustily, her legs spreading as her hands reached up for Draco.

"No, but you're the girl they promised me," Draco said. Except, something was wrong with his voice. It was higher, thinner, and... sultry? But Draco couldn't think. He knelt down, his own hand replacing the blonde's between her legs. It was already slick with desire, and his fingers went in deeply as he leaned in and kissed her deeply. Her own hand slid between his legs and…

Draco was puzzled. Her fingers sunk deep inside of...him? Draco broke off the kiss and glanced down. His prick was gone. Instead, his light bush covered a glistening moist pussy where the blonde's fingers were thrusting in and out. Draco couldn't think. Something was wrong, and yet it felt so good…She gave in, running her hands over the blondes tits as her hands wandered over Draco's. After a minute of rubbing, Draco knelt down and put his lips to the blonde's cunt. She tasted better than anything else Draco had ever had in her very short life.

Gobber looked down from the rim of the pool at the two rutting humans, his lips curling. He'd thought they'd pass out after that ordeal, but they were going at it like the disgusting creatures they were. The two blonde ones switched places, the smaller one gasping in pleasure as the bigger one teased her tongue in.

"Feh. Enough of that." Gobber snapped his fingers, and soft notes of a harp filled the air. The two humans slumped to the ground, snoring softly. Gobber glanced at the tiny dark one, who was now fully asleep. He nodded. "Well. Time to get you to your places."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurried through the halls after Dobby, their feet pounding on the cobblestones.

"I knew Draco was up to something!" Harry snarled. "This time, I'll have proof!"

"Oh, but poor Draco, and poor Crabbe and poor Goyle! They were most wicked!" Dobby said, wringing his hands as he trotted along beside them. "They is not right! Please, you must give them the medicine! Dobby doesn't want them to die, but he isn't wanting them to be hurting Wonderful Masters Harry and Ron and Wonderful Mistress Hermione either!"

"Dobby I've told you, just call us by our names," Hermione gasped as she clutched at her side. "We're your friends, not your overlords."

"Yes, Dobby knows that," Dobby sighed. "He wouldn't have done this otherwise."

"Dobby, did you hurt Draco and the two ugly gorillas?" Ron asked in shocked tones.

"Oh no, Dobby would never do that," Dobby protested. "He is helping! See, he gives nice medicine for Wicked Draco Crabbe and Goyle!"

Harry glanced at the thermos in his hands. He was torn about saving Draco's life. On the one hand, he detested the miserable little weasel. But on the other, if Draco's life was in danger, Harry didn't want the other boy to die, not really. The only person Harry really wanted to kill was Voldemort.

"In here, in here!" Dobby called, pointing.

"The Room of Requirement? What is Draco up to?" Hermione wondered.

"There is no time, hurry, hurry, the magic will be ending soon and then there will be suffering if they are not saved, oh yes!" Dobby wailed.

Harry rushed in, heedless of the danger, holding forth his thermos like a sword. Ron was right behind him, determined that no matter what, Harry wouldn't face the danger alone. Hermione came right after, but unlike the boys, she took the lid of her thermos and sniffed it, cautiously. She wanted to learn more about what she faced before she leapt straight in. She paused and frowned. Grass clippings, new parchment, and Ron's hair? Where had she smelled that before?

Draco sat up woozily, unsure of what was happening. She was laid out on a bed in a small room with a candlestick burning in a corner, dressed only in a sheer lace robe. She couldn't think straight. A cup sat on the nightstand, with a letter. Frowning, Draco picked up letter and read it.

Give the cup to Potter. This is his fault, isn't it? The drink will make it right. Take what he gives you. It will fix your situation.

"Potter's fault," Draco said muzzily. She shook her head, sitting up a little. She felt so odd. It-

"I'm a girl!" she gasped. "I shouldn't be a girl! I'm a man! The heir of Malfoy, I-"

The door banged open, and sweaty, angry Harry Potter stood in the doorway, brandishing some odd metal cup before him.

"Damn you, Draco, I-" Potter cut off, taking half a step back. "Who, who are you? Where's Draco? He didn't do anything to you, miss, did he?"

"Oh get in here and close the door, Potter," Draco growled, her sense of self, however blearily, returning slightly. She grabbed the cup and held it close to her breasts, which were only barely covered by the opaque lace and heaving as she breathed heavily. "I am Draco Malfoy."

Slowly, Harry stepped in, a look of wonder on his face, which was quickly replaced with mockery. "Well, Dobby said you were in trouble. And that you could die. Well I think if you managed to do this to yourself you'd either die of embarrassment or your father would kill you."

Draco's lip curled in a sneer. "You're behind this Potter, I know it!"

"Oh I wish I could take credit for this," Potter chortled. He stepped forward, thrusting out the metal cup. "Drink this and it will all be right."

"Why should I trust you?" Draco demanded, even as he took the cup from Potter. He peered down at the lid, which seemed stuck on. "How do I open this?"

"Here," Potter said, not even bothering to hide his amusement. With a flick of his wrist he opened the metal cup. "Drink it. That should put things to rights. Damn, if I'd know what had happened I would have stopped and gotten Colin's camera first. I guess I'll just have to treasure the memory of you as a girl in my heart. Wait til Ron and Hermione hear about this!"

Draco hastily chugged the potion, then thrust the cup she held into Potter's hands.
"Here, this is for you it…" Draco trailed off as heat began to suffuse her, her whole body tingling. She looked at Potter, and wanted him, wanted him more than anything else she had in her life. And Draco, even in the best of circumstances, had never been very good at denying herself anything.

"What is it? Smells nice." Potter a dipped a finger in and with drew it, touching his tongue to the tip. "Tastes nice too, like a chocolate butter beer. Even so I don't think I want-"

Harry trailed off as she-Draco rose up, arching her back so that her robe completely expose her breasts, the tips growing a rosy color in the candle light. Harry had been trying very hard to avoid staring at them, or at she-Draco in general. While his head knew that it was the hated Draco Malfoy and not a fit bird, Harry's dick had no idea that this was the case, and hard been rock hard and ready for action from the moment Harry had seen the beautiful female form sprawled out on the bed.

"Harry," Draco purred, going onto all fours and crawling to the end of the bed, staring up at Harry with half hooded eyes. "Have I ever told you I hate you?"

His throat as dry as the sahara, Harry swallowed and managed to nod. "Probably a time or two. I might have mentioned I feel the same as well."

"Yes," Draco moaned. She reached up, pulling Harry's chin down to a level with her mouth. "You're insufferable. A half breed who is the best of us, a man who had the courage my father never had and stood up to the Dark Lord. I hate that you defeated him and made us lesser, and love you for getting that axe from above my families head. I was always frightened when father told me the stories of muggle baiting and killing, you know? Excited, but frightened."

Harry could only nod, sweat breaking out all over his body. His dick was so rock hard it was nearly painful, and his eyes nearly crossed as he tried to look at both Draco's wonderful, pouty lips and dangling breasts at the same time.

Draco's other hand caressed Harry's check, rubbing against the downy stubble that wouldn't quite grown into a full beard yet, but Harry had to magically shave every day to keep from looking scruffy anyway. Her fingertips left burning lines on Harry's cheek, and his heart pounded as he breathed in and out like a racing engine. Carefully, Draco took off Harry's glasses and set them on the nightstand, then leaned in close, her lips nearly touching Harry's as her breath brushed his face.

"You've all the fame and talent I want, the loyal friends I crave, and dammit, you're better at Quidditch than I am."

"You're uh, not so bad yourself you know," Harry managed, a foolish grin spreading over his face.

Draco giggled. "Oh, thank you. But I know you love dominating me, don't you? Of showing just how superior you are. Of touting your filthy blood, and how much better you are than me."

Harry stiffened even more, if that was possible, but didn't pull away, entranced. "Well listen to me, you puffed up little prick!" Angrily, Harry shoved Draco away and down, crawling onto the bed to straddle her. Draco let out a squeak and batted at Harry, but she was upside down and could only flail ineffectually, and Harry easily caught her arms and pinned them to her side with one hand and a leg.

"You're an insufferable brat who uses their father's money to parade around Hogwarts like you own it! The only talents you have is you're not half bad on a broom and you can get under anyone's skin! You insult my friends, you're allies with Voldemort, and-"

Draco moaned. "Don't say his name! Please, Harry, don't! It scares me!"

Harry snarled and grabbed Draco's hair, pulling her head around so she could look into his burning green eyes. "I'll say his name if I damn well please!"

Draco bit her lip. "Fuck me."

"Yeah, fuck you too!" Harry growled, and let go of Draco's head. She shook it vigorously.

"No, fuck me! Now! Get your knickers off and fuck me you insufferable twat!"

Harry snarled and unbuttoned his trousers, ripping off the belt and throwing it to the floor. He half raised himself onto his knees to shuck off his clothes, then flipped the dangling nightgown up from Draco's quivering backside. She raised up slightly, moaning, and rubbing her arse against Harry's erection.

"Do it! Now!" she begged. "Ow! Not there you idiot! The other hole! God, have you never fucked a girl before?" Draco turned her head and glared at Harry, her grey eyes smoldering.

Chagrined, Harry moved back from Draco's arsehole, which had been too painfully tight for him. "No! Have you?"

"Of course," Draco snapped. She failed to mention the only girl she'd ever fucked at been the one formerly known as Goyle. Or was it Crabbe? She wasn't quite certain, but damn it that gave her a leg up on Potter and she wasn't going to let that go. "Here, fuck me here!" Draco spread herself wider and used her left hand to spread her twat wide. "Come on, Potter! Or are you too weak to-Oh!"

Harry slammed himself home and began vigorously thrusting himself in and out of Draco. She cried out in pain and pleasure, and Harry barely noticed the blood that dripped out onto the bed and coated his pubic hairs. He didn't notice the door open a crack, then slam shut either. He was far too blissfully involved in the moment to see anything but Draco.

In under a minute, Harry gasped thrust all the way in, quivering as he spent himself. Shuddering, he withdrew from Draco and then stumbled back, standing and leaning against the wall and panting.

Draco flipped over, sighing with pleasure and satisfaction. "Fuck you, Potter," she sighed happily, grinning stupidly up at Harry, her eyes slightly glazed.

"Fuck you too, Draco," Harry panted, an equally dopey grin spreading across his face.

Then he frowned. "Wait, wasn't that potion supposed to fix you?"

Draco rolled her eyes and sighed, using the bed clothes to mop up the blood, cum, and juices from herself. "Obviously you couldn't even do that right, Potter. Good thing too, imagine if I'd turned back into a boy while you'd been deep inside me. That would have been horrid."

Harry felt faintly ill, and for the first time his mind cleared just enough for him to take in the enormity of what he'd just done. "Um, yeah. You uh, you won't tell anyone I fucked you while you were a girl, will you?"

"Poor Potter, popped his cherry with me did he?" Draco taunted, then giggled, She spread her legs wide, then thrust them at Harry slightly. "Care for another round? Or can you only ride brooms well, Potter? I swear, I've had better rides on a muggle trolley."

"When the hell did you ride a muggle trolley?" Harry demanded, but he was stepping forward, his erection already forming again. He hadn't had enough of the potion for it to affect him as Dobby and Gobber had planned, but he was 16.

"Once with father on my first muggle baiting session," Draco sighed.

Harry stopped, his face turning into a mask of horror. "You… you killed someone?"

"No," Draco sighed. "Mother saw I was frightened and popped in and made father call the whole thing off. I'm glad. I was so scared. I didn't want to disappoint father, but at the same time, I didn't want to kill that old woman. She was far too ugly."

"Damn you, Draco," Harry snarled. He stepped forward again and thrust himself into Draco, moaning slightly.

Reaching up, Draco pulled Harry down onto her and kissed him, smiling coyly. "Slower this time, Potter. You were so quick and rough the first time. So skilless. Just like you, really."

Harry bared his teeth at Draco as he began to thrust harder, faster, then even he had before. "Fuck you, bitch."

Draco moaned and raked her fingernails across Harry's back. "Fuck me! And fuck you too, Potter! Oh God, fuck you!"

Authors note:

This story is my first attempt at writing something of a more titillating nature. I hope you enjoyed this chapter reading it as I did writing it, and will enjoy the future offerings to come.