Stay For Me Then
Chapter 1 Revised
by: diamonddancer229
Fic request from Jameis who wanted a femBlaise who had a longstanding crush on Harry after Harry rescued Blaise from a troll. There is more to the story but I don't want to spoil the surprises.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people, places, spells, or anything else in the Harry Potter universe created by J.K. Rowlings I only write fanfics for pleasure not personal/financial gain.
Pairings: Harry Potter/femBlaise Zabini (others possibly as the story progresses)
Warnings: Gender change, adult language, sexual situations and/or language
Chapter One
It had been quite the average day up until Potions with the Gryffindors. One could always count on them to ruin one's day Blaise Zabini mused. He was silently fuming over the fact that, once again, Professor Snape had paired him with Neville Longbottom. Blaise could have ignored that had Snape not also paired one Harry James Potter with Draco Malfoy.
Draco had drunkenly confessed, last Hogsmeade weekend that he got a raging boner every time he saw Potter's well-muscled thighs clenched around his broom during Quidditch. Blaise would never admit aloud just how much the comment had bothered him. He didn't think Draco had a chance with Potter, the two of them being mortal enemies, but one never knew when dealing with a Malfoy. Malfoy's generally made a rule about always getting what they wanted.
Blaise had to agree with Draco though, Potter was very erection inspiring. Blaise had the same problem when Potter was around, but unlike Draco, Blaise was terribly in love with Potter also. He had been ever since second year when Harry Potter himself had rushed over the hill to Hogsmeade and rescued Blaise from a wayward troll. Where that bloody fucking troll had come from was a complete mystery, they sure were becoming rather common around Hogwarts Blaise sneered to himself.
Blaise paused in his thoughts long enough to pull an incorrectly diced ingredient from Longbottom's hand before the boy tossed it into the cauldron bubbling in between them. He correctly diced them into fine pieces and slid them carefully into the brew. "Do try to get something right today, Longbottom," he said with as much patience as he could muster for the imbecile. Blaise had taken to attempting civility with those of Harry's friends he came in contact with.
His thoughts wandered back to that fateful rainy day. It had been terribly stormy the night before, and the rain had lingered the next morning. He had been intent on waiting till it ceased, cozy in his room. Blaise would have, had Draco Malfoy been able to shut the bloody hell up but the git never shut up. Blaise simply couldn't stand to be near the lot of them anymore, so he grabbed his thickest cloak with the most impervious of water-repelling charms and made his way down and out of the castle.
There had been a few others on the way out. The Gryffindor Golden Three, as Blaise had taken to calling them, included. He hadn't given a second thought to Potter in those days, but really he didn't much care for anyone. He merely tolerated a handful of Slytherins and a Ravenclaw or two. He pushed ahead of the small group when they finally set off, adopting a brisk pace to put some space between him and the others.
The stench of the creature filled his nostrils and Blaise choked as he fell to his knees barely missing the deadly accurate aim of the club swinging at his small frame.
It was the first time he'd ever seen a troll from this proximity, and possibly it was the very last thing he'd see at all. The thing towered over Blaise, club preparing for another swing. It was a filthy thing with dirty skin, rotten teeth, and beady little mean eyes. Blaise squeaked, not that he'd ever admit it, as the club arced above him with all intentions of ending his pathetically short life. That was when it happened.
Harry Potter came rushing over the hill with his friends screaming for him to stop behind him, but he didn't stop. Quite the contrary Potter rushed forward with a battle cry echoing loudly, he must have cast a sonorus on himself. It distracted the troll long enough for Blaise to come to his senses and roll out of the way of that damn club.
Blaise couldn't remember ever seeing Potter in a good light, in any sort of good way. He had always listened to Draco prattle on about the boy, but he'd never seen Harry Potter like this, in his element as the Golden Boy, The Savior of the Wizarding World. Potter was so much more powerful than anyone Blaise had ever met and yet the Boy Who Lived was so young. It had been a heady discovery, if a little terrifying too.
Harry Potter was bloody beautiful, how could Blaise never have seen it before. Had his Mother not taught him to see beauty, to admire it, to garner it? She would be so ashamed Blaise missed this jewel. Potter was standing on the hill, wand in hand as the rain slicked off the waterproofing spell that surrounded him like a bubble. Potter's innate magic whirled and crackled around him like little licks of green fire. His eyes were lit with that same fire, bright like the killing curse.
Potter aimed his wand and shouted confundo followed by a powerful expulso that made the dangerously large club shatter in the troll's hand. Potter was beside Blaise in an instance, and if Blaise could doubt the power he'd seen, he couldn't deny the power that roiled off Potter in thick cloudy waves. "Are you okay?" The Gryffindor was yelling, one hand patting at Blaise's clothes to search out wounds, the other pointing his wand at the clumsy giant whirling to face them.
"Blaise! Are you okay?" Potter yelled again tossing the boy aside and rolling with him. The troll had yanked a small sapling from the side of the road and was threatening them and spitting through his yellowed teeth.
"I-I'm fine," Blaise had stuttered. His Mother would faint if she ever knew he had stuttered in front of the Great Harry Potter, in front of anyone for that matter.
"Stay behind me," Potter ordered, fully facing their enemy. Potter's power surged around Blaise encasing him in some sort of protective shell and Blaise wasn't even sure the boy knew that he was doing wandless magic. Blaise's skin tingled with it.
Potter danced them around the troll and his swinging sapling, firing random curses, and wearing the beast out. Finally, the troll gave another angry roar and the Gryffindor moved forward decisively and shouted a single word in Latin. "Defluo!"
Blaise had never heard the spell but he understood the word meant to disappear, and that was exactly what happened when the brunt of Potter's magic welled up behind the word. The troll simply vanished as if it had never been there. Potter was panting, and Blaise noticed the boy was sweating and really pale. That was when the Potter collapsed his magic pulling back with a rush, leaving only the shell that still protected Blaise. The idiot Gryffindor had fainted and his will was still strong enough to protect others and Blaise found that amazing.
"Harry!" Hermoine shouted, rushing over the hill on the back of a school issued broom with Severus Snape, McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Ronald Weasley all behind her.
Harry had been put into the Hospital Ward for a week for magical exhaustion. Blaise had thanked him formally, and though Harry's didn't know it, he had sworn to repay him by way of a Wizard's Oath. He had visited Harry every night when he was sure the boy was asleep.
Blaise pulled himself from the memories and reminded Longbottom to stir counterclockwise for ten minutes before he added the mandrake roots. He checked to make sure he'd sliced them at a consistent thickness while he was wandering in the depths of his mind. He glanced at Harry once and repressed an angry sigh.
Draco was sitting uncomfortably close to Harry and he could tell by the flush of Harry's cheeks that their conversation was not innocent. Fucking Malfoys! He had to remind himself that there was nothing to worry about, he was sure the years of animosity would not be breach able between Harry and Draco. If only Draco would just stay the hell away, he was altogether too charming for his own good.
Distantly, through his musing, Blaise heard the potion to his side sizzling. He heard Neville Longbottom make that squeak indicating an egregious error that he'd recognized all too late. Something splattered over his lovely tanned cheek and Blaise heard the deafening sound of an iron cauldron cracking, but it was too late. His reflexes were too slow.
The explosion rocked Blaise backwards and tossed him from his seat. Pain blossomed from everywhere, every part of him ached and burned. Blaise screamed when it became too much to hold in, but blackness was gathering in the corners of his vision, expanding until it swallowed him up whole and he finally passed out.
Waking up was worse than a nightmare, Blaise groaned shifting carefully in the bed. Pain sprouted all over his body causing him to cry out before catching himself.
"Blaise, darling?"
His eyes shot open. Something had to be very wrong for them to send for his Mother. Blaise peered through blurry eyes trying to distinguish between the different blobs of color floating before his eyes. Someone fluffed a pillow behind his back allowing Blaise to properly sit up and then a potion was shoved into his hands. Madam Pomfrey then. He threw the potion back quickly, stifling a grimace at the awful taste.
Moments later his vision was clearing and the pain began to recede from his limbs. Blaise couldn't shake it but something still felt rather off. "Mother? What are you doing here? What happened?"
He looked around then and noticed Draco and Pansy off to one side of the bed. Draco could hardly meet Blaise's eyes. Pansy was staring at Blaise like he was the most fascinating thing in the world. He prayed to Merlin or whoever would listen that his gorgeous face remained unharmed. Blaise wanted a mirror immediately.
Draco was the only one besides his Mother that knew him well enough to guess at his discomfort. "You're still the epitome of Italian beauty, Blaise," he murmured sparing Blaise a quick glance.
"What's wrong with me then? You all look like it is my funeral."
Adriana Zabini stepped up and grabbed his hands. That's when Blaise felt it, or rather...them. Extra flesh that shouldn't be there brushed against the inside of his arm when his mother had grasped Blaise's hand in hers. A hand that was rather small and dainty, with long shining nails.
Blaise shouted and grabbed his chest. "What the bloody fuck!" He ripped the sheets off himself and cast them aside. Everything was wrong, absolutely everything was wrong. Blaise was staring down at the shapely mounds of two rather pert breasts. His long torso now tapered into a trim waist that abruptly flared outwards into a woman's hips. His legs were all wrong and even his feet were smaller, more feminine.
"Mother? What-" Draco shoved a mirror into his hands suddenly. Blaise looked, and he was dumbfounded by what he saw. Everything was the same, but terribly different. He wasn't a man- "Oh, please no..."
Blaise looked then, scrambling with his clothes when the thought occurred to him. What he found crushed his spirits so badly he felt a desperate sob wrench in his throat. "No, what happened to me?"
His manhood, the thing that defined a very essential part of Blaise's integral self was no longer there. His dick was gone! Not just gone it was replaced, with a, a...female...thing. Blaise had girl parts. He wasn't a he anymore at all, he was a she.
"Mother why haven't they fixed me? Please tell me this is reversible!"
"Darling, I know this comes as a great shock. I assure you, Severus has been working around the clock to determine how that dreadful boy did this to you. He's the best Potion Master in ages or I would have taken you out of this damnable school and sent you to Mungo's."
"Longbottom turned me into a bloody female? What the hell? We were just making...oh no. We were making..."
"Potions to transform the user into whatever they desire." Draco supplied.
"Yes, but I didn't desire this! I want my cock back right fucking now!" Blaise whined petulantly.
"We aren't exactly sure what happened, but Longbottom confessed to letting his thoughts wander a bit..." Draco shuddered with distaste.
"You're really pretty at least, and you have the longest most gorgeous hair. Can I touch it?" Pansy was reaching forward when Draco sent a stinging hex at the offending hand. Blaise sent him a thankful look, and resisted the urge to curse the girl himself.
"This isn't possible, it's not permanent...right Mother?"
"No, dear. Severus has assured us it shouldn't be."
"'Shouldn't be' doesn't assure me like 'Snape told me it is not permanent' would Mother."
"Alright then, Mr. Zabini needs his rest, but first I need to take some samples for Severus. Ms. Zabini, if you would follow me when I'm done here. I'd like to discuss some things with you and I believe Professor Snape would like a word with you as well. Mr. Malfoy, Miss. Parkinson, off you go!" Pomfrey shooed them out of the door leaving a suddenly very lonely and confused boy trapped in a girl's body.
TBC…