A/N: Hey, hey! I hope you enjoy it! :D

I've been toying with the idea of femharry for a while now...

But I apologize in advance if it majorly fails...

And remember to review... or I may just cry :S

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter... (Damn) however I do own a Hedwig key ring and I suppose that's good enough for me :D

Chapter One.

That bitch. That complete utter bitch. Who did she think she is? First of all rifling through his personal possessions, and then claiming them for her own. How dare she take the ring? Did she honestly believe she was that important to him?

The blonde boy growled irritably. He felt a wave of nausea grasp his stomach as what he was doing fully dawned on him for the first time. Here he was, the prestigious Draco Malfoy kneeling before Pansy Parkinson's dresser, his hands buried in her underwear drawer. He dragged out piece after piece of skimpy lacy fabric before he felt something smooth and shiny in his hand. He snatched his hand out of the drawer sharply, knocking almost the complete contents of the dresser onto the floor. Not that he cared of course; he was just relieved that he no longer had to handle that slut's underwear. Silently he prayed that he hadn't picked up crabs or any other nasty illness Pansy had contracted.

He rubbed the beautiful ring carefully on his robes, until the emeralds shone to perfection... well near perfection. Getting to his feet the Slytherin almost tripped on a small vial that had spilled off of Parkinson's dresser. Snatching it from the floor he read the small label:

"~Madam Cassandra's Female Hormone Potion~

Do you want to feel more like the woman you are?

Well simply take a drop of this twice a week and you'll soon see the results

. Bigger breasts, shinier hair, smoother skin and last but not least the allure to get the man you want and deserve

. WARNING: DO NOT EXCEED STATED DOSE, DO NOT MIX..." blah, blah, blah.

Draco smirked and pocketed the vial. It just might come in useful, plus Pansy wouldn't miss it. It obviously wasn't working; she still resembled a constipated pug. Chuckling to himself he left the room and eagerly anticipated Pansy's reaction when she realized the ring was gone.

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The great hall was packed and everyone was eating excitedly. That was everyone other than Harry.

"Honestly Harry! You need to eat something, you're skinny enough as it is," lectured Hermione, sounding suspiciously like Mrs Weasley. Harry only grumbled in response, subconsciously mixing his fork in his mash potatoes.

"Yeah mate, what's up with you? You've been acting all weird since potions." Ron pointed out, his mouth stuffed with roast chicken and carrots so his words actually came out as a series of grunts.

Harry sighed. He actually had no idea what was up with him. Half an hour ago he'd been practically starving, but now it was the complete opposite. His abdomen was aching slightly and the thought of food practically repulsed him. He thought back to the potions lesson, trying to figure out what could've made him like this.

*40 minutes ago*

"Hmm, it seems we require a volunteer," Drawled Snape, eying his anxious class intently. Since nobody raised their hand Snape opted to choose a student. "How about you, Potter? I know you'll relish in the attention." The greasy haired professor smirked at an unwilling Harry. "Now Potter, can you tell me what this potion is?" Harry stared incredulously at the vial of red liquid and shook his head nervously. "Just as I thought, fame clearly isn't everything. This, Potter, is an extremely well made vial of Veritaserum. Hold this Draco," The potions master handed Malfoy the vial and guided Harry to the stool in front of the rest of the class. If Harry had been paying attention to Draco's lithe hands he would most probably had noticed him spiking the Veritaserum with a small vial of rose coloured liquid. Harry's attention however was too focused on his imminent humiliation. The raven haired boy quivered slightly as the potion was pressed into his hand, before he downed the lot, along with his fear. The whole slytherin side of the room seemed to smirk triumphantly.

"Now who'd like to ask the first question?"

Malfoy's hand was one of the first to shoot up into the air.

"Who in this room are you harbouring most sexual feelings to?" The blonde asked, leering in Harry's direction.

'Fuck, fuck, FUCK!' Harry thought beads of sweat out breaking on his forehead as he tried to resist the effects of the potion.

"Draco," he whispered inaudibly, blushing a magnificent shade of puce.

Harry blushed again at the painful memory. Luckily the only person that had heard him was Malfoy. Although why that was lucky he didn't know. Knowing Malfoy he would spread the news round the school in a matter of minutes. He had the suspicion that this was probably what the Slytherins were laughing about right now.

His depressing thoughts were cut off by an excruciating pain ripping through his stomach. His whole body shuddered violently as the agony carried on to ravage him. A wounded howl escaped his lips, causing a silence to settle on the whole hall. Another wail echoed throughout the hall as his body convulsed yet again. The only thing he remembered was hitting the cold stone floor, before darkness washed over him.

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"Eurgh," his entire body ached. Although it was nothing compared to the tearing pains in the great hall, it was still extremely uncomfortable. He attempted to sit up, but something heavy on his chest was preventing him from doing so. He made a half hearted attempt to swat whatever the hell it was away, before his heart stopped. Cautiously he grabbed his chest to make sure he wasn't imagining things. Holding the mound of flesh in his hand he screamed, starting at how his voice was many octaves higher than usual.

"Oh he, err, she's awake," gasped madam Pomfrey, alerting the crowd of people standing around the door of the hospital wings.

"Help me! What's wrong with me?" screamed harry desperately, his emerald eyes wide with fear.

"Nothing's wrong with you Harry... quite the contrary in fact," Dumbledore stated cheerily, a smile playing on the corners of his mouth.

"Well why am I... Why have I..." he spluttered, gesturing to the heavy breasts he was sure hadn't been there a few hours ago.

Madam Pomfrey fetched a mirror and pushed it in front of Harry's tear stained face. He hadn't realised he'd been crying. He gasped at his reflection. Instead of his usual short messy hair, his hair now cascaded down his back, flowing like a raven waterfall. It was still messy, due to the choppy layers, but sexy messy. His school uniform was now many sizes too big for him, hanging limply from his frame.

"I'm a... I'm a... I'm a girl! I'm a fucking girl!" he screamed, before collapsing unconscious onto his pillow.

"Well I think he took that well," mused Dumbledore.

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