He moved to pull down my pants, but I held them up, "um… I don't have that down there so what are you doing?" I whispered annoyed. He grinned at me slyly and easily got my pants off, which shocked me since I'm pretty strong. I struggled until he touched me and I felt the wrongness of it; he didn't close his hands around a member that should've been there, but instead stuck a finger into a very familiar wet core. Yes he stuck it in 'that', which was something I shouldn't have had, so naturally I flipped out. "What the hell am I doing with a vagina?! Seriously what did you give me?! My dick is gone, oh god my…my…I'm going to kill you!" I looked at him with contempt until realization clopped me in the side of the head, 'he's the guy who gave me that last drink, which now that I think back, tasted pretty weird…oh no a switch potion! What am I gonna do, they last for about a month if it's half of one vial but with two full ones it could last for six months!', my thoughts became a jumbled mess as I tried to put them in enough order to voice them; finally I could speak, "Okay how many did you put in my drink? And I need your name…" I didn't really want his name, but my hormones were all messed up. He glanced up at me standing half naked, desire filling his eyes and I knew it would be some time before I got the answers; seeing as how I now had a slightly more nimble body and couldn't fight him with my 5'6 height and 115 pounds. He saw the submission in my eyes and quickly moved forward to take me. The thought didn't enter my mind as he thrust in and out of my newly formed genitalia gently, but when he released inside of me, pulled out his limp cock and with it came the blood of a virgin's first night. That's when the thought hit me full force; 'I am now a girl inside and out. The only thing left of Albus Potter is the heart beating within this newly made body and the memories that I have'. When he rolled off of me, I cried until my throat burned and my eyes stung, but for what I cried for was lost to me. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at my pitiful, tearstained face with a satisfied grin tugging at his lips.
"Oh Potter what a pitiful face…it fills me with such delight! How could you not know me I'm one of your fellow Slytherin; The one and only Romulus Malfoy, a secret child of Draco Malfoy! My ambition is to have you and take you as many times as I possibly can before this year is over, until you can't live without my heat. I want you know love, but only for me, but first I must teach you the value of the things you so casually throw away; the women you disregard and then me who you have no feelings for. To you we are all just pawns or playthings, but I will show you how it is to be used by the very people you thought had loved you. They will give you their love and then steal it away like stealing fire from the cold on a frozen winter's day. I promise you that by the end of this year you will understand love and only then will I give you my heart; something that you'll want sorely by then. It lasts a year dear Potter." His warm voice and sweet mouth spouted such cold and terrifying things that chilled me to the core, but even with that I couldn't understand why he wanted to do those things to me.
"Why are you doing this to me? Did I mess with a family member of yours; your sister or cousin perhaps? What have I done to deserve this I've done nothing to you have I? I'm sorry if I did, but it's in the past." I whispered furiously as I stared him in the eye; oh those eyes, how dead and cold they looked!
His face looked marvelous and a smile spread across his face as he caressed my face with his long, delicate, yet strong fingers. I gasped in delight and pressed my check into his caress, but then just like that he pulled away; a cruel look gracing his beautiful face, complimenting his cold, grey eyes. I was shocked and saddened by the sudden change in him, but then he spoke in a voice as warm as melted chocolate. "Give and take; is that not what you do, my dear Potter? Warm and loving for a moment, then cold and uncaring the next; it's what you do Potter. I should know, being your first male victim and all…" he stopped and let it sink in; let me remember, but I couldn't quite get the whole memory. Then he began talking again and the memory disappeared. "I love you so much Albus", he said in an airy voice and the memory flew into my mind with clarity.
I hopped off the train and gasped in awe at the large building before me; this was Hogwarts! My brother had already run off with his friends and I was left on my own in front of the entrance, until a boy looking as lost as me hopped off the train. His cold gray eyes looked around before settling on my lively green ones and a smile formed on his beautiful face, but it didn't reach those cold eyes. I smiled back and raised my hand to wave when and older boy with the same cold eyes pushed past him, knocking his small figure to the ground; and before I knew what I was doing I had dropped my things and run over to help the boy up. His stunning black hair flopped over his eyes, shrouding them from the world, but I remembered them. He gave a smile and thanked me before running off to follow the older boy who'd knocked him over; his name was Romulus. I loped off myself after a few moments of thinking of his perfect face and beautiful eyes. The night came and we were sorted into our respective houses; mine being Slytherin, but my worry and sorrow dissipated when I found that the Romulus boy was also sorted there. I had fallen for the boy with cold eyes and wanted to set out to make his eyes fill with warmth and life.
My days were filled with him; he became my one and only true friend in Slytherin house, but in the middle of our third year many girls began to take interest in him. They were curious about his eyes under that floppy black hair, but he refused to show them and I felt relief. 'I'm still the only one who has seen those eyes and this year I will become the only one to be allowed to see them', I thought to myself every time a gaggle of girls would surround him. Then the day came when I could. We had snuck down to the black lake to get away from the prying eyes of other students; we talked for a very long time until I moved closer to him and pushed his hair back slowly. I smiled when he didn't try to stop me and my smile widened even more when he lifted his cold gray eyes to meet mine as he'd done that first time. I caressed his face, kissing his forehead, nose, eyelids and then finally his lips. He drew back afraid of the new thing we were about to start, but I wasn't going to let him slip through my fingers so easily; pushing him back, I pinned him down with my body and kissed him gently. "It's ok Romulus…its ok. We were made for each other; you are my one and only… I love you", I whispered tenderly, my breath gliding over his ear caused him to shiver beneath me. He leaned up slightly with a nod of his head and kissed me back more fiercely then I thought he ever would; his tongue slid languidly over the surfaces in mouth before meeting mine in a sensual dance. It was the most amazing kiss I'd ever had and I knew that I would never forget.
He was the first to break the kiss, but for the first time his eyes were filled with something other than coldness; instead they were overflowing with lust that barely masked the sorrow that hid behind it. "Potter, you wonder about my eyes too, right?" He whispered fearfully. I could only nod my head at his accusation because it was true; I wondered why he had the same exact eyes as the Malfoy family. He smiled ruefully, "shall I enlighten you on my parentage? Of course I will; you are my lover after all and you have a right to know. I'll make this short; my mother was a traveling gypsy witch who happened upon my father, Draco Malfoy, and they serenaded for the whole week's time that she stayed in the city. At the end of that time my father was completely in love with her, but of course with a two year old Scorpius and loving wife at home he couldn't very well court her; so he left her with something equally precious…a child. Months passed and she finally birthed a baby with pitch black hair and the cold gray eyes of his father; she named me Romulus after her grandfather. For the first ten years of my life I wasn't aware that the man my mother had married in the end, wasn't my father and I didn't question her reasons for making me cover my eyes when charms didn't work. I never thought about it until my real father came and captured me from my home in the middle of the night on my eleventh birthday. He told me to forget my home and become his son by going to Hogwarts, but only when we were alone I could be his son; anywhere else I was his distant cousin. I agreed readily when I saw his cold gray eyes were the exact likeness to mine; I gave up everything, so that I could have a real father, but I don't regret it." His eyes were heavy with sorrow and anger which made me get up and hold him in my arms; we stayed like that for hours before going back upstairs to our dorms.
At that time he was my only friend and lover, but around the middle of our fourth year a lot of the older girls would invite me or drag me to their secret parties. At first I wasn't really into it and only counted the minutes until I could back to Romulus, but by my tenth party I had begun to let loose. I drank incessantly, kissed other drunken people and danced until the room would spin. The party life was intoxicating and I steadily drifted away from him as I chose partying over my lover. By the first quarter of our fifth year I had forgotten about my beautiful first love and had begun messing around with copious amount of girls. He left my heart in bits and pieces; first his heritage, second his voice, third his kisses, fourth his smile, fifth his touches, sixth his face and last his wonderfully cold gray eyes past out of my heart and mind erasing him completely until he was just another face in the crowd. I forgot my penchant for boys and caught chick fever; I stole the virginity of twelve girls before I got bored of the long routine of luring them to bed and started going for easy girls. Then I began sixth form and Lizzy was the first of the year, but for some reason I was tired of her easy ways; tired of girls altogether. Instead I wanted someone who my heart knew better than it knew me, but even then I couldn't remember who it was; who those beautiful eyes belonged to even though I knew nothing of them except that they were beautiful. I couldn't even conjure up the color of them, so I pulled away from the oh so sexy Lizzy and went to the courtyard…
