AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This was my 2013 Deflower Draco Fest (deflower-draco . livejournal . com) entry. The fest is over and reveals are out, so now I can post this for you here. This fanfic is multi-chaptered, but is already finished. I will post a chapter up every week until it's done. Here was the prompt I worked from:
Prompt: #92 - Theo was born a hermaphroditic metamorphagus (his sex can shift at his will). Post-war, Theo has begun to assume a more feminine lifestyle, changing his name to Theodora and crossdressing. One day, Draco notices that Theo as Theodora is actually amazingly attractive... and as best friends, they already know so much about each other. Why not this, too? Draco/Theo (genderbender). Please treat the transgender thing with respect. Would be nice to see this become a romance. Your choice.
The theme of the fest is deflowering Draco Malfoy (him losing his virginity). This round of the fest requires a 'het deflowering'.
Thank you once more to the truly amazing Ladysashi, who beta'd this piece for me and kept reminding me to "keep the sex real". I owe you another one, my friend!
Thank you to the Mod of this fest -eevilalice- for once again putting on this fest again. I adore this fest, and have been proud to participate in all of its rounds since inception. Looking forward to next round!
I hope you enjoy this take on the genderbender trope! Please review & let me know!
DISCLAIMER: "Harry Potter" is the property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. This fanfiction was written entirely for fun, not for profit, and no copyright infringement is intended.
TIMELINE: Post-Hogwarts, EWE (year: late 1999).
MAIN CHARACTERS FEATURED (alphabetical order, last name): Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott (intersex name 'Theia Variel')
SECONDARY CHARACTERS FEATURED (alphabetical order, last name): Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy
SUMMARY: It's weird to want to sleep with your best friend… isn't it? Especially when he's not really a 'he' at all, but a hermaphroditic Metamorphmagus, who can take you on as both a male and a female. Does that make you gay, straight, or bi? Poor Draco can't figure it out, or what to do about it. His best friend, however, is about to set him straight on the matter…
RATING: NC-17 (MA)
WARNINGS: Explicit het sex (a realistic virginity loss), Dom!Draco, discussion of intersex issues, explicit profanity, eavesdropping on a sex act, manipulation for a good cause.
SOMETHING PROMISING
By: RZZMG
"Is he... er, she in there with him right now?"
"Yes. Draco brought her right to his room from the Floo. I believe they're going to have a serious discussion."
"About their future, one would hope."
"Hopefully. Now, husband, shush... I think I hear something promising..."
X~~~~~X
Theo tackled Draco down onto the bed, straddling him and pinning his best friend in place. "I can take care of that for you," he offered with a wicked smirk.
Draco pushed his friend and rolled his eyes. "Be serious."
"I am."
"Are not."
"Are, too!"
"You are not, you great big poof," Draco sighed in exasperation. "Quit screwing around! This is serious fucking business."
Theo morphed before his eyes into his female body. Long curly, dark hair fell like a curtain around Draco's face, and the weight situated on his chest significantly lessened. "First, I'm not a poof, you wankstain. I'm intersex – a hermaphrodite. I swing any way I want. Second, the only screwing and fucking around I want to be doing is you, within the next fifteen minutes." She began unbuttoning Draco's robes. "So, get undressed already! We'll put your whinging about being a virgin to rest once and for all."
Still believing Theo ("It's 'Theia' when I'm like this, sweet peach, never 'Theo' - unless your balls would like to have an intimate meet-and-greet with my four-inch heels.") was fooling about, Draco tried to knock his best friend off his pelvis. All the squirming around was getting him hard. "Stop teasing, you daft bint. This isn't funny."
Theia's hands began ripping at Draco's button. She bit her juicy bottom lip and frowned. "I'm not trying to be funny. And I'm not daft, nor am I a bint!" She slapped him for insulting her. It wasn't a hard hit, but it was enough to knock some sense into Draco.
Holy shit, Theo... er, Theia... wasn't joking around, was she? The look on her face, the slight sheen of sweat above her top lip, the way she wouldn't meet his eye...
He went still, dropping his hands to the bed. "You really want to do this with me, don't you? You're not fooling."
His best friend stopped scrabbling to tear his clothes from him and went still. Her limbs trembled against her will, though.
"Look at me," Draco bade. He reached up to catch the first of Theia's tears falling down her cheek, confused by the sudden shift in emotions. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Theia's brows shot downward in unexpected anger. Her violet-blue eyes met his, and there was fire in their depths. "You're an idiot, Draco Malfoy," she hissed. "You're an idiot to agree to your parents' match for you, an idiot to never see the one thing in front of your eyes that was staring you in the face for years, and most especially, you're an idiot to pass me up!"
With that, Theia was off his lap and across the room. Draco's bathroom door slammed shut behind her, and the lock clicking into place was loud in the suddenly silent room.
Up on his elbows, Draco could only stare after his best friend, wondering what the hell he'd done wrong and wincing at the ache in his balls.
X~~~~~X
"Theo... Theia, I'm sorry. Come out," Draco tried for the fifth time. He banged on the bathroom door again. "Come on, talk to me, man."
Man.
Theia would have laughed if the truth didn't hurt so much.
She leaned her pert bum against the marble sink and stared down at her bare toes, refusing to answer. She'd shucked Theo's shoes and socks a few minutes ago, when she'd stumbled into the bathroom and had nearly killed herself on the oversized clodhoppers, and she'd rolled up the hem of each trouser leg so they didn't trip her as well. The sleeves of the shirt she wore –a man's dress shirt- were too long, but she didn't bother cuffing them, as they posed no immediate hazard.
Shoving off the basin, she began pacing again – just as Draco tried for a sixth time to get her to open the door, his tone become less whiny, and more demanding. Theia ignored him, considering her situation.
The fact was, she was a man – or at least, she'd lived all of her life as such up until last year. After her father's death during the Final Battle she'd... changed, tried things out on the other side of the fence, and had discovered she'd liked the freedom of being female.
There were distinct advantages to a gender swap. Specifically, she could get into the more questionable places in Knockturn Alley with merely a smile and a flash of cleavage. She often was given extra scoops of ice cream at Florean's reopened shopped in Diagon Alley, simply by widening her eyes and cooing about how wonderful it all looked. She could wear such pretty, soft things (some of them even in the colour pink!) against her skin and never be labelled 'aberrant' for it. She could orgasm multiple times just with the lightest brushes against her sensitive clit, and had breasts that loved to be fondled. She could walk right into a women's changing room and no riot would ensue; in a men's locker room, she was often outrageously flirted with and told she was gorgeous or asked her opinion.
For more practical reasons, by taking on a female persona, no one made the connection that Theia Variel and Theodore Nott were one and the same. As such, she'd dodged the Nott family blacklisting by society post-war, and yet had complete access to its lands and wealth by claiming to be the only surviving cousin after Theodore's 'disappearance' during the fighting at Hogwarts. No charges could be levied against her by the Wizengamot for Theo's taking the Dark Mark, either (forced as it had been upon him by his own father). Theia remained free of all that taint.
Perhaps the most important reason for becoming Theia, though, was standing right outside the bathroom door right at the moment, banging to be let in.
As a boy, Theo had merely been Draco's best mate. Nothing more than that would have been allowed by his parents or by their society. However, as a girl, Theia and Draco could date, and fuck, and go to dinner together, and fuck, and kiss for hours, and fuck, and dance at a party, and fuck, and no one would shun them for any of it.
Overall, it had been a brilliant scheme to henceforth remain as Theia... with just one small, problem to cock it all up: Draco knew who she really was, and he couldn't seem to get past the fact that Theia was Theo. He'd become so discomfited by that fact in recent days, Theia had even begun morphing back into Theo whenever she and Draco were alone. Draco wasn't half as antsy and jumpy when he was hanging out with his male buddy.
It was frustrating... and heart-breaking... and irritating. Theia wanted to scream and cry, and slap Draco for being so obtuse. Why couldn't he see that they'd be fabulous together this way, too?
"Theia, I've had enough," Draco warned. "One..."
Shit, he was going to open the door with his wand, wasn't he? What should she do?
"Two..."
She'd confessed at long last and he'd simply stared at her!
"Three. I'm coming in."
Damn it all to bloody Hades, she'd stepped in it for real this time! She should have kept her stupid mouth shut!
"Alohamora!"
The door unlocked and Draco threw it open. Theia's heart crammed itself up her throat, trying to escape through her mouth as she noted the angry glint in her best friend's eye and the muscle jumping in his cheek.
X~~~~~X
Draco had tried for months to do the right thing and to turn Theia out of his thoughts and dreams. Ever since he'd realised he was having inappropriate feelings for his best friend, he'd done his best to squash down such desires, and to pretend that nothing had changed between them, despite Theo's gender swap. It had seemed disrespectful to their long-time friendship and to the lifestyle Theo had adopted to suddenly notice that anything was different, and Draco hadn't wanted Theo/Theia to feel uncomfortable around him.
When Theia began turning back into Theo whenever they were alone, Draco was almost relieved, as he'd supposed that meant that Theo's bizarre foray into the world of women had merely been an experiment that had seen its days coming to a close and that things could return to normal between them once more.
That had been naive to believe, because the morphing back into male wasn't enough to fully staunch Draco's lust. He'd continued wanking to fantasies of Theia, but somewhere in the middle Theo also had come to star in such imaginations. Over the last several weeks, Draco had become confused by such feelings as a result. Was he gay or straight, or was he bisexual? Was he feeling this way because he had feelings for his best friend, or was it just because he was hard-up and needed to finally get rid of his virginity? He couldn't decide without a basis for comparison. That's why he'd agreed to his mother's suggestion that he ask Astoria Greengrass to tea. It was a test, to find out where his feelings truly lay.
What he'd definitively discovered and had finally admitted just last week was that he felt absolutely nothing for Astoria… and that he still wanted Theia/Theo in a bad way - and he didn't care how he had his best friend.
That admission had scared him. It had made him pull away from Theo.
Of course, his best friend wouldn't let him get away with ignoring him for long - which was how they'd come to be in Draco's room today, with Theo confronting him on why his owls had been turned back and his letters unanswered. Chicken shit that he was, Draco had skirted the real issue and made it out to be about his frustration over not having lost his cherry yet.
Theo had apparently taken that as his cue to make his move. He had way more bravery than Draco did.
After that wrestling routine and subsequent confession on the bed, everything had turned on its head, though. Like a hammer blow to his skull, it struck him: Theia wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
His best friend wanted him.
His frustration overrode his cowardice this time, and he decided right then and there that he was going to do something about alleviating this desperate, clawing need in his guts once and for all. He stepped into the bathroom, resolute.
As if sensing the shift in his purpose, Theia's eyes widened and immediately filled with apprehension.
"Draco? Wha-?"
Moving his gaze down her body, he took her all in, feeling his body react to the adorable sight before him. Her clothes were two sizes too large for her as a woman, and they hung off her like she'd been playing dress-up in an older brother's things. Her long hair was dishevelled where she'd obviously been running her hands through it. Her bottom lip was red where she'd been biting it in nervousness.
She was so damned sexy just as she was. He was tired of pretending she wasn't – that she was off-limits.
No more pretending.
"Take your clothes off and get in the shower," he commanded with an edge that required Theia's immediate compliance and dared her to disobey at the same time. He'd learned how to dominate people using only his voice from listening to his father speak. He knew the right inflections and the proper modulation in tone to assure their attention, and he chose his words purposefully now to assure his instruction was clear. Theia would not be able to say later that she'd misunderstood his intentions. "I want you wet from head to toe when I fuck you."
Waving his wand in the shower's direction, he turned it on with a non-verbal spell. If they were going to go down this road together today, they were going to live out his greatest fantasies at the same time.
"But-" his best friend began to argue, but Draco merely stepped closer. Not too close, as he was on edge and roaring to go, but close enough for her to realise he meant business.
"Now, Theia."
She took a step back and her trembling hands rose to the collar of her shirt to obey.
"No, leave the shirt on," Draco changed his mind. "Ditch everything from the waist down, though. Then, get under the water." He'd fantasized about her in a wet shirt more than once…
Theia's breaths came faster, and she licked her lips, clearly still unsure. She reminded him of a pretty gazelle, all long legs and big, liquid eyes, alert and uneasy.
Draco put his wand down on the long, marble counter to his left and began unbuttoning his shirt, committed to what they were going to do. This afternoon, he was going to lose his virginity to his best friend... and it was going to be fucking awesome.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Author's Notes:
Theia = a Greek Titan; the name itself means 'goddess' in Greek as well.
Variel = Spanish last name, meaning 'changeable' or 'different'.
According to ISSA, "Many intersexed people are born with ambiguous genitalia, or sex organs that are not clearly female or male. Intersexed is a general term that can relate to various conditions and is now used as the non-discriminatory alternative to 'hermaphrodite'." There have been, to date, only 11 cases of true hermaphroditism successfully reproducing, but none of autogamy (self-reproduction). For the sake of this fic, Theo/Theia is similar to what biologists term a Bidirectional Sex Changer (an organism that has both female and male gonads, but acts as either female or male during different stages in life).