Disclaimer: I'm green with envy for J.K. Rowling, and one can't envy themselves, right? In other words, I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, AT ALL!

Warnings: Umm, sexual…stuff, slash, some language (I think?), and…Harry. Really. He's so hot, he's automatically R-rated. There should be no such thing as a G-rated Harry!centric fic. I kid you not!

In all her six years of friendship with one Harry Potter, Hermione Granger had learned that there were many strange things in this world, and most of them happened to Harry. Of course, just like one couldn't stand right by a tree being struck by lightning and not get a little singed, one couldn't be best friends with the Harry Potter without being touched by the strangeness of life every now and then. But this, this, was just too much. Even Harry could not lay claim to this level of unforeseen…oddness. You see, when Hermione Granger woke up this fine Saturday morning, she was, well, a he.

HG POV

Contrary to popular belief, I am not a big morning person. The only reason no one knows that is because I wake up earlier than most, so that by the time everyone one is up and about, I've been up for hours and am thusly quite awake and self-aware. But when I first awaken, I'm like a zombie, or, an Inferi, whichever.

I suppose that's the only excuse I have for not noticing that anything was very much different until I had stripped and stepped into the shower. And even then, it wasn't until I tried to wash under my breasts that I realized…I didn't have any. That shocked my sleep fogged brain into a slightly more awakened state, and I was able to realize that this was not normal. So, I checked again. There was still nothing. I'm not about to say I had awesome pecs or any such rot, but I was obviously a complete boy in the chest area. Which warranted inspection in the, ahem, groin area.

Even though I was alone in the shower, my face burned red as I slid my hand down and hefted a distinctly non-feminine…appendage between my legs. I hopped out of the shower and slipped and slid to the closest mirror. Oh yeah, Hermione Granger was now a boy. Oh shite.

The face staring back at me was undoubtedly my own, but also, not. The jaw was a little stronger (and had a little stubble), the lips, while still almost girlishly pouty, were firmer, the eyebrows were slightly thicker and less arched, and a dozen other little things were different that made a boy different from a girl. My hair, however, was still long and frizzy. It took thankfully little brain power to cast a quick cutting spell to cut it to a strangely attractive, if I do say so myself, unruly bush of hair that flew every which way and fell roguishly into my eyes.

I stared for little more, and sent a couple, okay, more than a couple, shy glances towards my crotch. Was that really mine? It looked so…weird. And hairy, it was definitely hairy. Which I found annoying, because I always kept myself perfectly shaved and waxed as a girl. Thankful for all the embarrassing conversations I and the boys had had to listen to from Seamus, I cast a quick depilating spell down there. It tingled quite pleasantly. This was, by the way, totally unfair! The female version of the spell was more in the painful spectrum of tingling. I cast some more similar spells at my legs and chest, but I left my chin alone. It was kinda cool having that. Now that I was satisfied with that, I decided to get dressed and try to talk with Harry and Ron.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for my bed. Then I realized that I only had the girl's uniform. Oh well, here we go. I took a deep breath and put it on anyway. Grabbing my bag as I went, I sneaked out quietly and headed for the boys' dorm. It was no trouble at all sneaking in, and soon I was at the sixth years' dorm.

After a moment or two of deliberation, I decided to go to Harry's bed first since Harry was less likely to scream hysterically. Then the two of us could tackle Ron together. I tiptoed closer and pulled the curtains back slowly. Then, I stared. Who knew Harry slept in the nude?

I'll be the first to admit, if only to myself, that I had had a massive crush on Harry when I first met him. He had been a cute first year, and now he was a hot, smoking hot, sixth year. Okay, so I'd never really gotten over my crush on Harry. I knew that neither Harry nor Ron knew about it. I also knew that I wasn't going to tell them any time in the thus far foreseeable future. I wouldn't tell Ron, because he'd get jealous and angry, again, and I wouldn't tell Harry because…well, several reasons, the main one shamefully being: a girl never tells her crush she's crushing on him. It leaves too much room for heartbreak.

But, I had spent enough time pondering my crush, and staring at his delicious looking hipbones, and it was time to wake him up.

"Harry! Psst, Harry! Wake up!" I whispered while shaking his shoulder slightly. My knees felt weak at the actual feel of his skin under my fingers.

"Hmm? I'm up. What is it?" He slurred, making it sound more like: "Hmmup. Wassit?" I couldn't hold back a slight giggle at his adorable cuteness.

"Harry, wake up! It's me, Hermione. Something's happened and I need your help," I replied. He shot up startlingly fast, his eyes snapping open and focusing as best as they could without his glasses. He reached for them and slipped onto his face in a practiced move. Then he turned towards me.

"What is it, 'Mione? Are you hurt? Is Ron hurt? Is Voldemort attacking? Are we out of treacle tarts?" He shot off quickly. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the last question. He blushed violently. At first, I thought it was because of the treacle thing, but then I noticed him trying to inconspicuously pull his covers up to waist from where they had fallen to his thighs. I caught a quick glimpse and blushed harder than he had. What can I say? For a shorter boy, Harry was very…well endowed. Heck, for a big guy he was definitely respectable! I coughed and tried to recover myself. Thankfully, Harry saw my rather peculiar…situation before I had a chance to start stammering pathetically.

"Hermione? Is that you? Are you…a boy?" He gasped in shock. I nodded dumbly, still a little brain dead from that magnificent flash of skin. How come I just looked weird and he looked so…yummy? Not fair! Before I could sink into further thoughts of depression, he continued.

"How did that happen? Was it that Malfoy prat? Did he do something to you? I swear, if that little ponce touched you, I'll hex his bloody bollocks off!" Harry snarled, and I was sure he'd hop out of bed, clothed or not, to do just that. However lovely that would have been, and it would have been very, very, very lovely indeed, I had to get him to lower his voice. And not storm around in the nude hexing bullies. There was no way I wanted the rest of the castle girls to get a good look at my Harry's…unmentionables.

"Harry! Harry! Calm down! Malfoy didn't do anything to me. I just woke up this way and I needed to tell you and Ron, so I came here. And keep it down!" I said quickly, trying to placate him. Harry immediately glanced around to make sure he hadn't woken up his roommates. When no one seemed to be stirring, he grabbed my arm and pulled me onto the bed with him, then he pulled the curtains closed around us. I suppose he did it for the privacy and silencing charms woven into them, but it still threw my mind into the gutter with a vengeance. He gave me a wondering once over. Then he spoke with a slight awkward twist to his mouth and a flush covering his face.

"So, you're really a boy now? Like, totally a guy? Junk and all? And, 'Mione…why are you wearing a skirt?" Uh, well…wasn't that a good question?

HP POV

"Mmmm, Harry…H-Harry! Yessss! Right there! Yes, yes! Faster! Go harder! Mmmm, yes!" The voice encouraged breathlessly as I pounded in and out, in and out. It was so tight, and warm, and wet, and just perfect! I didn't want to ever stop. Then, I could feel it, a distinct tightening in my balls. I groaned and pushed in harder and faster.

"Yessss! AHHHH!" I could tell they had come, their hole tightening deliciously around my cock. Another groan escaped my lips as I came hard.

"Who are you?" I whispered like I had every time I'd had this dream. And just like every time, just as they opened their mouth to speak, I was woken up. Oh bugger…

"Harry!" Was that 'Mione's voice? It woke me up very quickly. But, when I woke up, I felt like I must surely still be dreaming. There, straight out of a wet dream, was a super hot, effeminate but not too girly boy in a Hogwarts girl's uniform. In other words, a skirt. And he had super smooth legs that went on forever, cute pouty lips, and a bit of masculine stubble that juxtaposed strangely well with his rather feminine looks. But the real cincher was the pair of warm brown eyes framed by thick black eyelashes that stared back at me. Speaking of those eyes, they seemed strangely familiar…and hadn't I heard 'Mione's voice earlier? Was this delicious little sex kitten, um, I mean, was this nice little guy 'Mione?

After I had gotten through my initial burst of panic and protectiveness (and embarrassment at my state of undress),she, sorry, he, reminded me of my sleeping roommates. I pulled him onto the bed with me. Oh wow, if that didn't bring a plethora of dirty thoughts to my naughty mind! I tried to push them away. While it was embarrassing, undoubtedly, that he noticed that I had just had a very, shall we say, good dream, it was also fortunate that I had just had the dream. It kept me from getting rock hard from the not so subtle looks he was sending me and the soft pink made-for-sucking-cock lips and the fluttery eyelashes and the pretty blush that kept dusting his cheekbones and the…okay, the everything else. And the skirt. That thing was making me twitch even though I had just came! What can I say? I just really dig hot boys in skirts. Whatever.

Of course, I just had to ask why he was wearing it, which brought on another blush, which brought on another twitch. Dang! This boy was sex on legs!

"Well, I didn't have the boy's uniform, so I had to make do. I know, I know, it looks hideous, right? Please, don't laugh at me!" He implored.

"No! No, it actually looks, um, rather…fetching, really. I just, um, well, couldn't you have transfigured it or something…" I trailed of as I scratched the back of my neck, but when I saw his face, I had to reassure him better," That isn't to say that you look bad in it or I don't like it cause you look dead sexy and I like it a lot and it shows your legs and it's really a good look for you and you look very pretty and-"'Mione's fingers pressed against my lips to shut me up. Now it was my turn to blush, while a look of dawning comprehension grew on his face.

"…Harry…are you, ah, gay?" He asked softly. I nodded mutely. What more was there to say? For a moment or two he just looked at me. Then, a grin so wide it threatened to split his face bloomed and a strange but totally innocent glint appeared in his eyes. That's why what came next shocked the shit out of me. He leaned forward, and kissed me.

TBC…

An: Okay, chickies, y'all don't get mad at me! The third chapter of Madly In Love is well on its way to completion. However, since I'm a fan of male characters get turned into female fics, I thought it'd be wicked to write a female character gets turned into male fic! And because I'm such a slashead, the story is still slash! So here goes, sweetlings! Review and tell me what you think. Or else, I shall sneak into your house and steal all your pie! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! And remember…I know where you live…