Hi everyone, (if there is anyone who reads my stuff) I'm here. It's Jiggy (Yes, I know it's a strange name). Here is my new fan fic. Lord of the Rings, with a twist is currently on hiatus as I am lacking in the reviews dept. If you want to read and review please do (bit of shameless advertising there.) If you think this story is good leave me a review and I will write more.

Disclaimer: Sadly these are not my characters. Don't sue.

Warning: SLASH HPDM, you have been warned. If flamed I will use it for cooking and will feed you to my editor (who is very rabid, due to error withdrawal.)

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Harry looked at thepotion congealing in his glass. It looks a lot like mould, he thought, do I have to have him this much? Harry had just made up his mind to drink it, when the potion let off a fart bubble. It stank and Harry nearly dropped the glass. Chocking, he began to re-talk himself into it. He wanted Draco so much, but it was only for 1 day. Was the risk of getting expelled worth a day of Draco?

Yes, thought Harry, it is.

God, I'm this desperate. I'm in trouble, he thought as he downed the glass of Polly Juice Potion.

"1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…" He got no further because the potion had begun to take effect. His skin bubbled like boiling water, then the pain shoot through his veins like it had the year Sirius had died and Voldermort had gone inside him. But Draco was worth it, that was the only thing that had made him like this. He had found an extended version of Polly Juice Potion and, even though it extended; it lasted for no more than 24 hours.

Harry curled in a ball on the floor and he had to bite his tongue not to scream, the tears poured down his face as he felt his hair lengthen and breasts fill out his jumper. The seams of his shirt split, and his waist band became tight as his hips widened. His vision went blurry as his eyes adjusted. His hair straightened, he had a black fringe, it was thick and lush; he shuddered as hair brushed his shoulders and then stopped growing. The pain had lessened, Harry was now able to lean against the sink. He almost fainted.

It had worked, he was Pansy Parkinson.

He was Draco's girlfriend.

He was the girl who took Draco's virginity.

He was the girl who Draco constantly pulled in school corridors.

He was the girl who sat with Draco at dinner.

He was the girl who had her bum constantly pinched by Draco.

He was the girl… WHAT THE FUCK!?!?

He looked down at his chest; it was huge, vast, enormous, gigantic, massive, mammoth colossal, titanic… by this time Harry had run out of words to describe his new physique.

Away in his dream world about Draco he hadn't realized it before but now… he couldn't stand up straight .he was leaning forward and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't pull himself out.

He heard a door open and someone came into the bathroom.

"I don't know where Pansy is." said Draco, in that sexy drawl of his.

This is when Harry realized 3 things:

He was Pansy.

He was in a boys' bathroom.

He was stuck with his chest in the sink.

Fuck.

Harry tried to run over to a cubicle. He found he could just about walk if he leant forward and tipped all of his weight back-wards.

This is insane thought Harry; I'm supposed to seduce Draco, not run away.

"Anyway Crabbe," Draco continued, "I'm gay, Pansy is a fun sex toy but… I don't think I've found anyone yet. I want someone – preferably a Slytherin – to do something to show that they really want me."

Crabbe grunted and headed for the cubicle Harry was in.

Double Fuck.

How can I get out of this? Thought Harry. I can't come out, and Crabbe can't come in. I can't lock myself in and pretend to be male, they'll wait for me to come out.

A bulb lit above Harry's head as he suddenly thought a thought.

He pulled off the toilet lid and began splashing water everywhere.

"Peeves is a bad boy!" shouted Harry, in a high pitch cackle, splashing water out of the toilet and under the cubicle door.

"Come on Crabbe, let's go use another bath room. Peeve's has an annoying habit of splashing toilet water over people as well as the floor."

Harry (now soaked) left the cubicle soon after the door shut with a whisper.

He attempted to straighten up, and with what he felt was enough force to lift a car, he stood up. Beads of sweat standing out his forehead, he promptly fell over backwards.

Triple Fuck.

This isn't going to be easy, Harry thought, but I love him and that is all that matters.

That sexy voice, sheen of hair, his misty eyes', his fit body… Harry was off in dream world… again.

No, he had to stay on track.

He had a limited time, he had to use every second. He put on Pansy's uniform that he had stolen earlier. Pansy was of course, unconscious in the Room of Requirement. She would, when she woke up, remember everything Harry had done like it was her. He had put a spell on her so she would think she had gone into the quiet room to fetch a quill she had left in there. She would then carry on as normal.

With skirt on hips and trousers in bag, Harry set off for the Slytherin Common room.

He passed Ron and Hermione on the way. He was just about to say hi when he realised he was no longer on speaking terms with them.

"I wonder how long Harry will be at that press thingy," said Ron. "Ever since he defeated Voldermort the paparazzi have been swarming to him like mosquitoes. Must be such a pain for him, but hopefully this interview he said he was going to should make them piss off. When did he say he would be back?"

"About this time tomorrow I think." Hermione replied.

Harry made his way down to the dungeons.

"Grifindorks." Harry hated to admit this but yes – he had stalked Draco once or twice…maybe more.

A he entered he walked down a stone corridor. His nipples hardened as he felt the cold. It wasn't helped by the fact he couldn't walk in Pansy's shoes as he couldn't walk in heels.

There was a massive wooden door, which Harry attempted to push, but with his new… weight, taking up most of his energy he couldn't do it. After a minute or two of shoving, Harry realized it wasn't because of his tits, but it was actually a pull door.

Not a fantastic start.

He plodded into the common room; he had only been in here a few times before, but had always been there against regulations, but this time –allegedly- he wasn't. He took his time to look around. The entire room was a dull stone colour. In front of a soot covered fire place was a circular rug. It had one green and one silver line swirling to the middle from the out side. There were plush green and silver trimmed sofas everywhere. There were no windows, but never the less green velvet hung from the ceiling. No windows meant no light, so snake shaped torches lined the walls, flames pouring out of the serpents' mouths. One which, appeared to be broken, kept snorting smoke out of the slits in its nose. A first year Slytherin walked past just as the serpent emitted a massive spurt of flame and set the fool's robes on fire.

Harry chuckled to himself- most Slytherins are such idiots.

Harry's mouth dropped open as…