Pairings: Fem!Harry x Ginny, still

Warnings: Totally-wigging-out Harry, lesbians, yuri teasing.

Disclaimer: Holy. Fucking. Crap.

So many follows and favorites and reviews on the first day. I just... I can't even believe how many I got. I got even more than when I first posted One of the Girls. It was absolutely insane. When I woke up the morning after I released the previous chapter of this story, then checked my iPod for emails... my jaw just dropped. Seriously, you guys are totally awesome! Usually I don't get up to fifty follows at least by the end of the first month, much more normally by the end of the second or third. This time I reached it in the first six hours. And the reviews! I got a ton of fucking awesome reviews! Call me Ford Mustang, 'cuz I'm so driven right now... driven to finish this second chapter, that is. So without further ado, let's get on with the story!

Chapter 2: Ginny and Rose

The first thing Harry James Potter did when he discovered he didn't have a penis anymore, was stare at his crotch for a good two minutes.

Where is it? he wondered, unable to comprehend this impossible development. Where. The hell. Is my penis?

And so he sat there on his four-poster bed, staring at his crotch with wide, unbelieving eyes. His mind was almost a total blank. Harry couldn't seem to move his hands, or his arms, or any part of his body, really. The shock of not having something so universally marking of being male cut deep. His mouth hung open like he was trying to catch a fly. His eyes were unblinking.

Then he regained function of his body, released the rim of his pants, and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGH!" cried Harry, and flipped out so badly that he hit his head off the wall. Again. His crown ached in protest, but it was far from the worst pain he'd ever experienced. (No thanks to Professor Lockhart. Seriously, who the bloody hell thought removing one's entire arm bones was a proper healing technique?)

Harry's ears picked up a very loud "Bloody. Hell." from Ron, outside the bedroom.

After he was done screaming, Harry finally managed to tear his eyes away from his (WHY THE FUCK ISN'T MY PENIS THERE) stunningly empty crotch, and stare at the far wall instead. He took a few deep breaths. His heart wouldn't stop pounding. He sucked in several more. Finally, his heart slowed to a rate at which he could breathe properly again, although his mind was still racing a million miles per hour.

Alright, this has to be a curse of some kind, Harry realized. But how could someone have cast it on me? It would have had to be one of my fellow Gryffindors, right? No one else knows the password to our common room. But that left the question: Who would have had the indecency to pull something like this? Not even Fred or George Weasley would take away someone's manhood for the sake of a few laughs. And besides, they weren't at Hogwarts anymore; they were still running their own joke shop. Neville was definitely out of the picture as well. A spell that could change someone's gender would probably require very precise wandwork, or some other complicated thing. The stout boy simply wasn't clever enough to handle that, and even if he was, he had no reason to.

Who would gain from turning Harry into a... (Harry's mind blanked out a moment here, just from the horror of the thought) a... girl? Who would enjoy seeing Harry like this?

And then the boy wizard (girl witch?) had an epiphany. What if the spell didn't have to be cast in the near vicinity of the victim? What if it could be cast much further away than that... within reason? With this sudden thought came the clear answer - - the offender had to be Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy... Harry growled, clenching his bed-sheets into his fist. What was that idiot's problem? It was obvious now that the perpetrator was him. Who else hated Harry enough to do something like this to him? Well, Voldemort would have been on that list, obviously, but he had long since died.

Now that the question of who had done such a thing was answered, Harry was strangely curious to know what he looked like. He hadn't exactly been paying attention to that yet. Freaking out about being a girl had taken up most of his being. But now that he was calmer, at least somewhat... Harry frowned. Did he dare look at himself now?

But as they say, curiosity killed the cat, and so the Boy Who Lived decided to head to the nearest mirror. He closed his eyes until he knew he was in front of it, then he opened them.

And stared.

On the other side of the glass was a beautiful girl who, like in Harry's dream, was even shorter than he was. Unlike the dream, however, she was very clearly sixteen - - just like Harry was himself. She was stunningly pretty. Long, flowing black hair ran down her back. As Harry had felt on himself earlier, it reached the middle of her back. Although it was tied in a ponytail, something about the way it laid spoke of many futile minutes spent wrestling with a comb. The girl's face was free of blemishes and her skin fair and smooth. Her eyes were the same shade of green that Harry had had before, and the lightning scar on her forehead did not take away from her beauty: If anything, it made her cuter.

Harry's face felt hot. Surely the girl in the mirror couldn't be him.

He lifted his right hand to his cheek. The girl lifted her left. He bit his lip. So did the girl. Harry placed his palm against the glass (noting, as he did so, that his fingers were longer and his hand smaller, more feminine), and the girl reached so that they could have been holding hands.

An aching sadness penetrated Harry's heart. Whereas he'd looked just like his father as a boy, he now looked exactly like his mother, except he'd kept his father's hair. It felt like another cruel reminder of his parents' death. Harry felt cold and hollow, and it had nothing to do with the early November morning chill that hung in the castle. He knew that everyone was going to comment on how much he looked like his mum. He didn't know if his heart could handle it.

Someone rapped on the door urgently, and the voice of Ginny Weasley came from the other side of the door. "Harry? Harry, are you in there?"

"Gin!" he gasped, and for the first time realized his voice was much higher than normal. And that he sounded exactly like his mum. "Wait a second. I'll get the door for you."

Harry stepped over to the door, pushing through the sadness that now weighed him down. It felt as though he were walking through the swamp that the Weasley twins had released in that one corridor last year. He grabbed the brass handle and opened it slowly.

Once it was open enough, Ginny stepped through the doorway and up to Harry. She was now a couple inches taller than him. Harry looked behind her. Ron and the other boys were watching them. Scowling at the small congregation, Harry shut the door firmly again, and locked it for good measure. He didn't want any of them to see him like this more than they had to, Ron included.

"Neville told me what happened as he was going to McGonagall," said Ginny. She looked over Harry's new body. "God, you're even smaller."

He rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Gin."

"Your voice is pretty. I guess it's your mum's?"

"Yeah," said Harry woodenly. "Please... don't talk about that right now."

Ginny's eyes saddened. "Oh, right. Sorry. How are you feeling?"

"Like hell." He sat on the edge of his four-poster and motioned for Ginny to sit beside him. She did. "I mean, I don't really feel bad, but I have too many emotions raging in me to count. I don't know whether to be mad, upset, sad, confused, or embarrassed. Or happy, now that you're here."

"Female life in a nutshell. Just wait until your first period comes."

"Oh Merlin, please tell me I won't have a period," he groaned, and Ginny laughed. A strand of her fiery hair fell over her eyes.

For a moment, they were both silent, relishing in being alone in each other's presence. Ginny smiled and squeezed his hand. Even that felt weird; her hand was now bigger than Harry's. The gender-confused boy was, however, very glad that she was keeping him company despite all this. It made him feel better that she wasn't looking at him weird or anything. She was still treating him like Harry.

"I wonder what happened," said Ginny at last. "I mean, what spell could turn someone into the opposite gender?"

"Dunno. Though whatever it was, it was probably Malfoy who did it."

A snort. "Obviously. That boy is just... UGH! I don't know how anyone puts up with him. He must really hate you though, to do something like this."

"Gin?"

"Yeah, Harry?"

"Do you still... you know. Like me?"

He had been dating the youngest Weasley since almost the beginning of this school year, and all of it had felt incredible. She was insanely cute and her unquenchable happiness was contagious. Every second with her felt like a dream, every second without her as boring as sitting through Potions. Just last week, they'd shared their first kiss together under the watchful moon, on the roof of the Astronomy Tower. Harry had been sure his heart would soar out of his chest.

Ginny gazed at him strangely. "Harry. James. Potter. Don't you dare even ask that question. Of course I still love you. Nothing could change that."

"But... I'm a... girl now."

"And? Am I supposed to be like, Ew my boyfriend's a girl. I'm not dating him anymore."

Harry blinked. "Well... I mean... wouldn't it be really awkward for you?"

"I'm bi," said Ginny.

"What?" Harry wasn't sure he'd heard her correctly.

"I like both girls and boys," she said slowly. "I'm bisexual. I don't really talk much about my relationships, but it's true. I even dated Katie a few weeks once." The gorgeous ginger shook her head. "Merlin, she was sexy. But you're hotter, even as a girl. Plus, something about you just... makes me feel different than I've felt with anyone else. I think even if I wasn't bi, I'd still want to date you in this situation."

"You dated Katie?" said Harry.

"God, you're dense."

They were silent for several more moments.

"Have you... felt yourself yet?" asked Ginny, and now her calm demeanor did break a little, her cheeks tinging pink.

"Felt myself?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yeah, touched yourself." She sighed like Harry was an idiot who needed everything explained to him. "Sexually."

"Oh." He blushed hotly. "No. I'd just barely worked up the nerve to see myself in the mirror a second before you got here. I probably won't be able to... touch myself for at least a few months, and that's if Dumbledore or Madam Pomfrey don't find a way to turn me back by then."

"Well," said his girlfriend, "it would be a perfect crime to not do at least some crazy things with your new body, wouldn't you think?

Harry blinked again. "Ginny, what are you - -"

"But first, we need to start calling you by a different name. You're a girl now, so we can't exactly call you Harry. That would be strange. What do you think?"

He still wasn't quite sure what to think, but suddenly he remembered his dream last night. "Rose," he said. He paused. "Yes, Rose."

Ginny smiled. "That's a pretty name. Why pick it, though? I would've thought you'd choose Harriet."

"...My mum's side of the family always names their girls after flowers. I figured since I'm a girl, and I look like my mum now... Plus I had a bit of a weird dream last night. I'll tell you about it later."

"Alright then, Har - - Rose," said Ginny, and she leaned forward sensually. Harry... no, Rose blushed. "You want to know how women have fun when they're alone?"

"Um," said Rose. He - - she - - fumbled with her words. "How do they... have fun...?"

"Well, I'll just have to teach you, now, won't I?" With that, the beautiful redhead kissed her new girlfriend softly, her eyes closed in full bliss. Rose moaned into the kiss. It somehow felt different than that time on the Astronomy Tower. Something about it was more tender, and yet rougher at the same time. Ginny reached behind the neo-girl and brushed a hand through her hair.

After several moments that felt like they lasted an eternity, a very wonderful eternity indeed, they broke apart. Harry was - - Rose was left panting, her heart pumping with excitement. Ginny's hand stroking her hair was strangely relaxing. All the fears and worries and shit she'd initially felt about being a girl seemed stupid now. Rose looked at Ginny with bewilderment.

"Gin," she said huskily. "Where'd you learn to kiss like that?"

"Dean," came the slightly embarrassed reply. "He can be a little rough, but also surprisingly sweet in bed. He did leave me nearly unable to walk for a week once, though. And he was cheating on me. I broke up with him after that."

"Oh," said Rose, who hadn't really been paying attention to the words Ginny was saying. She was too busy staring at the redhead and wondering how she'd landed such an insanely pretty girlfriend. Even just watching her talk seemed like a perfectly wonderful past-time.

Ginny grinned. "Enough about Dean, though. I want some more of you."

Blushing yet again, Rose found herself once again locking lips with the taller girl a split second later. She jumped in surprise, but relaxed the next moment. She just wanted to enjoy this sweet kiss. Although... this kiss felt rougher, needier than the last, as if demanding Rose give Ginny more than simply this. The couple leaned backwards as they kissed until they sunk into the bed. The girls' soft lips meshed together wonderfully with each other, like pillows. Rose felt her crotch tingle and pulled back in surprise, one hand streaking down to cup it.

"What's wrong?" asked Ginny, both curious at her girlfriend's discomfort and disappointed at the sudden lack of kissing.

"My... crotch," said Rose. "It feels wet and tingly. I think I have to pee or something."

The other girl stared at Rose for a moment, then laughed, the sound being like church bells. "Rose, that feeling means you're turned on! It's like when boys get hard-ons. We just get a bit wet."

She nodded in understanding. "Oh... I see. Then are you...?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?" Ginny asked mysteriously. Rose's jaw dropped at the sheer bluntness of the sentence, and she almost didn't notice Ginny grabbing her hand until her fingers were nearly touching the redhead's hips. When she did notice, though, it was too late. Her finger brushed against Ginny's surprisingly moist crotch.

Rose jumped. "Gin, what are you... what if someone walks in!?"

"When I got up the stairway, I told the boys not to let McGonagall in until I've calmed you down," said Ginny with a proud grin, "and from what you said I think you're fairly excited right now. So relax and just follow my lead, alright, milady?"

"Uh... yeah... sure," said Rose. Although still nervous, she let Ginny move her hand up and down the folds between the girl's legs. She did, of course, still have her nightclothes on, so Rose couldn't see anything, but even that was very much embarrassing. And also, apparently, an incredible turn on. With a start, she realized her underwear was sticking to her more than before. Her own crotch was getting as wet as Ginny's.

"G-Gin, we really shouldn't be doing this," Rose said, but Ginny just grinned at her.

"Oh, come on, you can't say you're not enjoying this. I can tell by your face and the way you're breathing that you like it. And I haven't even touched you yet."

"Me?" repeated Rose, agape with astonishment. Ginny nodded and slipped her hands down the front of Rose's pants before she could protest. She let out a cry of surprise, but not necessarily in a bad way. Because when Ginny found the source of Rose's wetness, she dipped a finger inside... and a bolt of pleasure shot up the spine of the wizard-turned-witch.

"That felt good, huh?" said Ginny with a knowing smirk.

Rose shuddered. "Y-yeah. Weird, too. Weird but good."

"I'm glad," said Ginny, and she again stole a long kiss from the new girl. Showing Rose how to tease her with one hand, and fingering Rose's brand new pussy with the other, Ginny was getting quite flustered herself. She certainly hadn't expected something like this from her relationship with the Harry Potter, but it wasn't an unwelcome surprise. In fact, now Ginny was looking forward to some very fun times with Rose that she wouldn't have been able to experience before... at least, not the same way.

"Mm, Gin," moaned Rose against Ginny's lips.

"What is it love?" asked Ginny, not pausing to come up for air.

Rose leaned back. "I'm feeling... really... hot..."

"Good," she breathed, looking into the other girl's beautiful emerald eyes tenderly. "That's a very good thing. It means you're close."

"Close to what?"

"The climax," Ginny said, and released Rose's hand. The new girl unconsciously continued her administrations to Ginny, without her help. The redhead used the freedom of her other hand to reach up to Rose's pert chest, to grasp the globes she found there. Rose gasped at the touch, and she used the opportunity to slip her tongue inside Rose's mouth.

Rose, who was entirely new to this whole sex thing, and who had never been a girl before, was getting overwhelmed by the incredible sensations Ginny was making her feel. Her head swam in pleasure and yet somehow - - almost instinctually - -she knew this wasn't as good as it could get.

As a boy, she certainly could never have felt quite the pleasure she felt now. Ginny's fingers in Rose's snatch was exquisite, and she knew she was probably going to have to get new pants soon. Or at least a very powerful Scourgify. Ginny's tongue was doing what could only be described as battle with Rose's own, sliding against it and rolling over it. It felt amazing. The hand working wonders to her chest, which was heavy and (although Rose didn't know it) around a D-cup, pinched and rubbed at Rose's nipple through her nightshirt. Ginny was evidently a complete minx in bed with another girl; perhaps with a boy as well.

"Gin," gasped Rose, her vision doing three-sixties. "Gin, I can't see straight."

Almost there, then, thought Ginny triumphantly. Katie had taught her well if she could bring someone to orgasm through their own clothes. "Alright, then. If I just do... this," she said aloud, and stuck two more fingers up Rose's sopping cunt.

"Ah!" Rose cried out. "Gin! I'm - -"

"Shh! Don't want the boys to hear us," Ginny told her slyly, and muffled the Potter girl's mouth with one final searing kiss.

Rose couldn't take it anymore. With a guttural moan that could only come from getting pleasured by the one you love, her pussy let loose a spray of girl-cum around Ginny's fingers. Rose's other hand shot up to Ginny's chest and caressed it like she'd done with Rose's, only rougher. Now it was Ginny's turn to cry out into Rose's lips. She hadn't expected this, but again, it was not unwelcome. A second later, Ginny was pushed over the edge, too.

Rose's mind spun as Ginny broke their last kiss of the session. The redhead's fingers slipped back out of her, as quickly as they'd gone in, and Rose sucked in some much-needed air.

"Oh, Gin, that felt... wow," said Rose, unable to really describe just what she was feeling. It was something intimate and kinky, unnatural and yet inherent. She was having a bit of trouble with thinking, anyway.

Ginny just smiled, brought the hand that had previously been buried in Rose's underwear to her mouth, and licked the girl-cum from her fingers. Rose stared.

"What are they doing in there?" demanded Ron. "McGonagall's coming up the stairs now!"

Dean leaned back from the door, his left ear red from being pressed against it so hard, and his cheeks redder. "...Nothing," he said. If anyone had thought to look down, they would've seen a slight rise to his pants. "Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom."

He pushed through the congregation of whispering Gryffindor sixth-years and fled down the stairs.

One of the other boys, Seamus Finnigan, raised his eyebrow. "What do you suppose his problem is?"

If only they knew.

And another chapter's done and done! I'm back in the game now, folks.

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