Okay, this chapter was a bit delayed since I've become ever so slightly addicted to roleplaying. I'm currently in a long, smutty and very enjoyable rp as fem!Sweden, so naturally I've been besieged by plot bunnies of fem!Sweden in various situations. It was so hard not to write Berwald as Svea in this, but one thing must be made very clear for this chapter:

Their bodies are female, but their minds are still male. All their memories are of being boys. They are essentially boys trapped in girl's bodies.

Since the highest poll result was all the Nordics being genderbent, I have done so - but the second highest was Tino alone, so poor Finny has been saddled with the worst of being a girl. Poor baby.

And with that, enjoy the chapter!


Mathias let out a yawn as he drifted into awareness. As usual, he had kicked his way out of his sleeping bag, feeling too hot during the night even though he slept shirtless. His whole body ached for some reason, especially his chest. It felt like he had done a major workout, but he didn't think too much about it as he brought his hands up to his face to rub his eyes. Ugh, there was something on his chest in the way. The Dane looked down, and his eyes popped.

He had boobs.

This had to be a dream! He grabbed the globs of flesh, squeezed them tightly to make sure they were real and winced as they started to ache. Didn't pain in dreams make you wake up? Frantically, he pulled down his pyjama bottoms and let out a demented cackle - which was more like a giggle now that his vocal chords had shrunk - as he confirmed it. He was a girl.

He scrambled up, accidently kicking Lukas while he was at it. Wait, Lukas? All Mathias could see was a mane of long, fine blonde hair. He giggled again, and looked to Freyr, who was whispering quietly in his sleep. Or should I say her sleep? thought Mathias with a smirk, since Freyr was quite clearly an eleven-year-old girl now. His hair had grown out to his shoulders, his eyelashes longer, and his jaw was rounder. Speaking of hair, Mathias could feel his own brushing his shoulder blades. It was weird - nothing felt quite real. Maybe that was why he was just grinning madly and sniggering at the fact that him and his friends seemed to have swapped genders overnight.

"Ugh, Mathias -" A low yet melodious voice groaned. Then there was a cough, and another, "Mathias,". Lukas had woken up. The Norwegian boy rolled over in his sleeping bag, sitting up and running a hand through his hair, which now fell past his shoulders, halfway to his elbows. Mathias watched him freeze, and pull a lock of hair out in front of him. Mathias watched the look in his eyes go from sleepy to murderous in less than half a second.

"Holy shit!" he chortled, unable to contain himself any longer. "Your boobs are bigger than mine!"


Ten minutes of screams, curses, sobs and shocked silences later, everyone in the room was awake. Seamus, Dean, Neville, Ron and Harry were staring slack-jawed at the five girls who had suddenly appeared in their dormitory.

"No, no, no!" Tino was wailing, his hands flapping in distress as he paced up and down the room. He was now a plump, pretty girl with straight hair cut to his chin. His band t-shirt was straining over his new breasts, which were possibly the largest out of all the Nordics' and bouncing rather distractingly. "Why are we like this? Who did this?"

Berwald was sitting curled up on Tino's bed, arms wrapped around his knees. He had lost only a fraction of his height, but his limbs were now long and rather slim, his expression gentle, his hair tumbling down his back in a golden wave. His pyjama bottoms kept slipping down his smaller waist, but he pulled them up robotically. He seemed to be in shock.

"I think you guys are the victims of a pretty good prank," said Harry, trying not to look at Mathias, who was sprawled on his sleeping bag completely shirtless. The Dane was quite flat, sure, but they were still there.

"Good prank?" Lukas had been hiding in his sleeping bag, muttering rather ominously, but leapt up as soon as Harry spoke. He was slender and willowy, and although his facial features hadn't changed much, he now looked even more like Freyr, who had screamed and locked himself in the bathroom as soon as he had woken up. "A good prank?"

"I didn't mean good!" Harry exclaimed, nervous of Lukas' obvious fury - which was by no means muted, even on a girl's face. "I meant, er, powerful! A powerful prank!"

Lukas rounded on Mathias. "Put a shirt on," he hissed. "Nobody wants to see you like that."

"What?" Mathias cried. "Oh please, what's wrong with nudity?"

"It's wrong when I don't want to see you in a girl's body."

"Norge - " Mathias was interrupted by Tino throwing a t-shirt in his face.

"Just put it on!" The Finn was getting a bit hysterical. "We need to change back! How long does this last for? I don't want to be a girl!"


"It seems like a far more complex spell that a simple gender swap," Hermione said matter-of-factly. "That would have simply given you a female body. This spell has turned you into what you would have been like now, if you'd been born a girl."

"That's why m'hair's long," mumbled Berwald, fiddling with the edge of the long plait Hermione had managed to do for him. He, Tino, Mathias and Lukas were all wearing clothes of Hermione's that she had kindly altered for them, since they were all either taller or larger-breasted than the poor English girl. Luckily they had been able to get away with jeans and t-shirts, nothing too feminine.

"Do you know how to reverse it?" asked Tino, biting his lip and fiddling uncomfortably with his horribly necessary bra. "My back is starting to ache."

Hermione shook her head ruefully. "I think your best bet is to find the person who cast the spell and ask them."

"Ask them?"

Lukas had been lying on Tino's bed, hands pressed over his face as if being unable to see his new body would mean it wasn't there. He suddenly sat up, and an almost evil smirk spread across his face. "I don't think I'll be asking them." He began to crack his knuckles one by one, almost warming them up. "I most definitely will not be asking them."

"Err, I don't know if -" Hermione sounded worried, but the rest of her sentence was cut off by Lukas interrupting with, "My brother can't leave the bathroom because of his fear of being seen like this. It's not for selfish reasons that I'm doing this."

"Shut up about me!" Freyr shouted from the bathroom, in Norwegian so that Hermione couldn't understand. Lukas just rolled his eyes.

"Get out here and put some clothes on," he ordered. "You can't stay in there all day."

"I can and I will! I'm not wearing a dress!" shrieked Freyr. He sounded like a little girl having a tantrum, for a rather embarrassing reason. Since Hermione only had so many casual clothes, and all her jeans were already being worn, if Freyr had decided to get dressed he would have had to wear a skirt of some description.

"Come on Frida," cajoled Mathias, not noticing his slip-up until Freyr flung open the bathroom door. His hair was wild and his eyes were burning with anger.

"Do not," he growled, although he sounded significantly less threatening than he usually would, "call me 'Frida'! I am not a girl!"

"Yeah, 'Marikke'," Lukas agreed, trying to get back into his little brother's good books by ganging up on Mathias with him.

"Alright Ingrid!" laughed the Dane.

"If anyone calls me 'Tiina' I will hex you all," warned Tino, before switching back to English for Hermione's sake - the poor girl was just standing there looking rather confused. "I'm sorry about all this. Freyr just doesn't want to wear a skirt."

"I'll wear it."

Five head swivelled to Berwald, who was sitting on the edge of Tino's bed. He was the picture of an embarrassed girl, with hunched shoulders, tightly closed legs, and his long fingers playing with the end of his plait. But his tone was clear.

"Uh, Sve?" Tino wasn't sure if he'd heard correctly.

"I'll wear th'skirt so Freyr can have th'jeans."


And that was how Berwald ended up walking into the Great Hall wearing a dark blue embroidered skirt that just about brushed his knees, showing his now-smooth and shapely calves. No one, male or female, was bothering to disguise their stares, and it was fortunate that the students who weren't attending the Yule Ball had gone home, or some sort of riot would probably have broken out.

Tino, who usually ate bread and jam or other similar foods, immediately tucked into a hot bowl of porridge.

"My stomach hurts," he mumbled, pressing a hand to his abdomen. "Ugh, I must be just hungry..."

Hermione refrained from speaking, knowing with a sinking heart what must be happening to Tino.

"If I hear one more giggle," hissed Lukas, "I will destroy this entire room." He stuffed a piece of toast between his rosebud lips and met the eyes of the onlookers with a glare of such ferocious intensity that it seemed like a dark aura was exuding off him. He was sitting beside Berwald, who still looked rather detached and hadn't picked up anything yet. Freyr was on the Swede's other side, almost huddled against the older boy.

"I wonder who did this," remarked Mathias nonchalantly. His hair was beginning to rise up of it's own accord, into his customary spikes. Tino scanned the hall, shoveling porridge into his mouth almost desperately to numb the steadily growing pain in his stomach. Everyone was staring and it was making heat rise in his cheeks. Most looked downright shocked, but there were some variations - Luna Lovegood looked politely interested, but not particularly stunned, and Malfoy managed pull off a cross between smug and horrified without looking too idiotic. The same couldn't be said for Crabbe and Goyle however, who were gazing at Berwald with looks that made Tino feel slightly possessive.

Berwald was his boyfriend, after all.

"Fred and George Weasely."

Lukas' head snapped around to Hermione, who was pointing discreetly at two lanky redhead boys who were definitely related to Ron Weasley. They kept looking at the Nordic girls - ahem, boys! - with amused and satisfied expression on their freckled faces. "They prank people all the time. I wouldn't be surprised if they turn out to be your culprits."

Lukas's face went white with barely-concealed fury, and he turned his head, as if whispering to someone standing just behind him.

"No, Norge!" Mathias suddenly looked panicked, as did Freyr and Tino. "Don't do it!" He clapped a hand onto the Norwegian's shoulder, but it was shrugged off and ignored.

"Don't do what?" asked Hermione nervously.

"When Lukas's angry," murmured Berwald, "th'troll spirit comes."

"'Troll spirit'?"

Without warning, Lukas threw out his arm, brandishing it in an arc. A dark green glow was beginning to form around him, the shape of a craggy head slowly becoming clearer. He focused on Fred and George, and his murmuring became louder, building to a crescendo at which he shouted "Hríð!", his melodious female voice echoing around the Great Hall.

There were cries of surprise and fear as the green shape that had appeared around the Norwegian soared straight towards Fred and George - it could now be made out as the head and torso of a vaguely humanoid creature with wild hair, a huge nose and small fangs curling up from it's bottom jaw. One of it's massive, dustbin-lid sized hands pushed the twins off the bench and pinned them to the stone floor by their throats. They wriggled desperately in it's grip, but the troll spirit was immovable.

"Stop!" Professor Dumbledore rose at the teacher's table, and send a wordless spell shooting at the troll. It froze when the flash of pink light hit it, stunned, allowing Fred and George to escape, scrambling to their feet and rubbing their sore necks. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked the three standing figures - the two redheads and Lukas. He didn't look angry, but intrigued.

The troll spirit let out a shudder, and dived back behind Lukas, vanishing. All eyes were on the Nordic boy, and he brushed his long, silky hair back before stating, "Revenge."

"Johansson?" Karakaroff's eyes were bulging in disbelief. "Is that you, boy?"

"Unfortunately, yes." Lukas sent a vicious glare at the twins.

"Well," Karakroff coughed awkwardly, looking at Dumbledore.

"You give that boy far too much freedom, Igor," Snape couldn't help but remark snidely. "Obviously this incident should serve as a lesson that even the most well-raised of young wizards can deviate without proper discipline."

"They turned us into girls!" snarled Lukas, gesturing to his brother and his three Nordic friends - Tino was frozen with a spoon of porridge halfway to his mouth, scarlet with embarrassment, while Freyr was all but hiding his face in Berwald's shoulder and Mathias looked rather confused, as if he had walked in on the situation partway through and had no idea what was going on. There were a few nervous giggles, but everyone was all too aware of what Lukas was capable of and didn't want to anger him.

"With all due respect, Professor Dumbledore," Karkaroff said quickly, "I think the blame for this situation lies with your students. Lukas Johansson is an exemplary student, never unusually violent, and would never normally react in such a manner to anything less than... well, being jinxed in this way!"

Mathias snickered quietly. "You should see him when you wake him up in the middle of the night!"

Lukas pinched the Dane hard, but discreetly enough that Karkaroff's vouching for him appeared completely sound.

Dumbledore inclined his head politely. "I understand, but I think that Mr. Johansson needs to take a fair amount of responsibility, seeing as it was his troll that attacked the Misters Weasley." He then turned to the boys in question. "I think that punishment is unnecessary, but apologies from both parties are in order, and Misters Weasely, your spell needs to be reversed as soon as possible." His tone was quite calm, but if anyone was close enough they would have been able to see the twinkle of amusement in his eyes. There were so many perks to being headmaster of a school of such characters, the old wizard thought to himself.

"Sorry," chorused the twins, smiling rather hopefully at Lukas and hoping he wouldn't attack them again.

"... I apologise too," replied Lukas in a frosty tone which implied quite the opposite. "I'm going outside," he muttered to his friends, before stalking out of the Great Hall, his hair fluttering behind him, seemingly oblivious to all the eyes following him. Once the doors slammed shut behind him, Fred and George sat back down and breakfast resumed, suddenly full of chatter about what had just happened now that there was no chance of a nasty punishment for gossiping.


"My brain is starting to hurt," yawned Tino, stretching. He was doing homework in the library with Berwald, since he hadn't done any for two days, as busy as he was trying to control his friends. Lukas hadn't come back inside since breakfast nearly two hours before even though it had to be freezing out in the snow, Mathias had evidently found something more 'fun' to do, probably playing a dangerous game like Exploding Snap, and Freyr was hiding somewhere with a book.

"You should rest," said Berwald, reaching out and resting his hand over Tino's. Both of them now had smaller, softer hands, but Berwald's fingers were still long, a few slightly crooked from various accidents with hammers and such he had had when he was younger. Berwald had always loved carpentry, and Mathias and Lukas had told Tino plenty of stories about Berwald breaking his fingers, or, in one particularly hair-raising tale, hammering a nail through his thumb. Tino had to admit that the feeling of that strong hand around his made him feel warm and tingly.

"Mm, I think I just need a break from work." Tino sent a particularly suggestive look to his boyfriend. "Do you want to take a walk, Sve?"

Berwald nodded, cheeks tinting pink. He found it harder to control his facial expressions as a girl, for some reason. He stood up, and grabbed Tino's bag, intent on holding it for him.

"Berwald! Honestly, you're too nice. Someone might take advantage of you, you know," Tino laughed, poking Berwald in the arm. When the Swede refused to relent, Tino packed his books away with a sigh and decided to let him carry the bag.

They left the library, and began to walk in no particular direction. Tino was all too aware of the looks Berwald was getting. He really did make a beautiful girl, at least in the textbook sense of the word - pretty face, shiny hair, good-sized breasts, long legs and swaying gait. Your stereotypical Swedish woman. But Tino didn't want people to be thinking that as they looked at Berwald. So, in a rather uncharacteristic display of a feeling he had never really felt before - possessiveness - he latched onto Berwald's arm.

Well, girls walked around arm in arm all the time, and since they had girls' bodies now, nobody would think it was weird, right?

Berwald started a little when he felt the sudden touch. Tino had never been like this before, although he was becoming more open to hugs and the like, now that they were together. He couldn't say he disliked the feeling of Tino's warm hand on his arm, so he kept walking with a small, benign smile.

When they came across some bathrooms, Tino pulled on Berwald's arm with an almost... coy smile on his face. "Can we go in here, Sve?" he asked, his high female voice sugary-sweet. He made for the male bathrooms, but caught himself just in time. "Never going to get used to this," he muttered, pushing open the door to the girls'.

It was pretty much identical to the boys, but without urinals, and thankfully empty. Tino went to the sinks, raking his hands though his chin length hair. "Never going to get used to this," he repeated, looking at himself in the mirror, all big eyes and curvy figure, and smiling ruefully. "The twins will fix us soon, I hope!"

Berwald nodded, wondering why Tino had brought them in here. Surely not just to critique his new body? He got his answer when Tino turned back to him and gave him a hug, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Tino?"

"Well, I wasn't going to do this out there," Tino chuckled, pressing a kiss to the hollow of Berwald's throat. Their height difference had remained the same, much to Tino's disgruntlement, so he still had to stand on tiptoe to pull his boyfriend's face down to his and capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

It felt a little different, with breasts pressed between them and softer lips locked together, but their chemistry hadn't changed. Soon they were becoming more passionate, and when they had to break off for air, Berwald tugged Tino towards one of the empty cubicles. "Sit down?"

Soon Tino was perched on Berwald's lap, and the two were kissing with a fierce intensity that was only getting stronger. Their tongues were tangled and the sounds of their quiet moans were echoing slightly around the tiny cubicle. Berwald pulled away from Tino's mouth to graze his lips along the Finn's jaw and down his neck, nibbling there to leave a lovebite.

"Berwald - " Tino breathed, eyes closed and chest heaving.

Then they froze as they heard the door of the bathroom swing open.

"I mean, how is it that a bunch of boys turned girls are fitter than me?" They could see two sets of legs under the door, crowded at the mirrors, both wearing jeans and trainers. "It's not exactly fair, is it?"

"I think you're pretty, Sophie," came the voice of the other girl.

"Aww, thanks! Have you seen the tall one? Whoa, she could be a model, I swear."

"The other tall one, the one with no boobs, she could be too, I guess." Both the girls giggled, evidently unaware of Berwald and Tino's presence.

"The one with the troll, she looked like a bit of a bitch. No offense, but she did!"

"Sophie!" the other girl hissed. "I think there's someone in there." The bathroom went silent, and Tino shot a nervous look at Berwald - flushed, with crooked glasses and lips swollen from kissing. It was only too obvious what they had been doing.

"Hello?" the one named Sophie called, sounding hesitant and a little embarrassed. "Is there someone in there?"

After a few awkward seconds, Tino stood up, brushed down his clothes, and opened the door, averting his eyes and blushing. He slipped out of the cubicle and Berwald followed, face expressionless. The two girls stared at them, their make-up bags forgotten. They were either fourth- or fifth-years. One of them had fair skin, brown hair in a thick ponytail and bright blue eyes, while the other had a slightly more Asian appearance, with almond-shaped eyes, honey-brown skin and dark curls.

"Um..." Tino fumbled for an answer, reddening even more when he caught sight of his reflection - tousled hair and the darkening lovebite on his neck clearly visible. "We sort of... came in... and when we heard you, we, um, p-panicked! And ran into the cubicle!" A glance at Berwald had the Swede nodding hurriedly in agreement, even though the girls would have had to be downright stupid to believe the obvious lie. "And we'll just be going now, sorry for disturbing you, bye!"

He grabbed Berwald's hand and practically fled the bathroom.

"Sheena?" Sophie turned to her friend, with a clear look of I have no idea what to think on her face. "That was Tino and his mate, wasn't it? Were they kissing?"


Lukas was sitting, wrapped up in his coat and scarf, in the snow beside the Great Lake. He could sense the powerful presence of the Giant Quid below it's icy surface, and it comforted him. He was beginning to feel pleasantly numb, but he knew deep down that it wasn't particularly beneficial to his health to sit out in the cold for hours, even if as a girl he now had more fat to insulate himself.

Resigned to having to go back inside, he stood up and cupped his hands around his mouth, blowing hot air onto the pink digits. His boots crunched along the crisp path back to the castle, and Lukas was feeling rather content when he looked up and saw a figure approaching him. A boy with white-blond hair, steely grey eyes and the haughty expression of someone raised to believe that the world was theirs for the taking.

Lukas's contentment was shattered.

"Johansson!" called the boy. "I'd like a word."

"You've just had your word," Lukas replied dryly. He really didn't want to talk to anyone, especially since as a girl he didn't feel like he could uphold his dignity.

"Very clever." The boy stopped in front of him, a foot away. "Your English really is quite good, you know. Where are you from again?"

"Norway. What's your point here?"

"Well." Draco Malfoy had planned this meeting, but suddenly he was at a loss for words. He had viewed Lukas Johansson from afar over the previous two days - his appearance, the way he spoke and the way he carried himself, even his name, spoke of an old, noble, and very Pure family. The fact that he had Karkaroff in the palm of his hand only strengthened this suspicion. Draco knew that this boy might be a useful connection to have in the future, and his father would surely be impressed with his audacity. And even as a girl, Draco couldn't deny that Lukas was formidable. A very useful connection indeed.

Plus, with the whole troll incident that morning, he didn't fancy getting on the foreign boy's bad books.

"I was wondering, since we come from the same circles," he said smoothly, slipping into his practiced speech, "whether we may like to be... acquaintances."

"Acquaintances." The Norwegian seemed to be testing the word. "Since we come from the same circles. Which circles would those be?"

"Old wizarding familes and all that." Draco pulled out a charming smirk. "I do recognise the name Johansson - I think my father probably knows yours." It was a complete lie, he had no idea whether his father had any connection to any Scandinavians, but it was always a good card to play.

"Perhaps. What did you say your name was?"

"Oh, I'm Draco Malfoy." The English boy held out a hand in a businesslike handshake offer. "I just think that wizards of the same values should come together."

"As opposed to what?" Lukas ignored the hand, his ultramarine eyes fixed on Draco's. Draco didn't let his hand drop - this was a test, he could tell - but was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"Being tainted by blood-traitors and Muggles," he replied instantly, his lip curling as the familiar words rolled off his tongue. "I must say, your Finnish friend is walking a thin line by leaving Durmstrang and getting chummy with Potter and his crew of misfits. I'm sure you will be able to help him back onto the right path," he added, knowing that a bit of flattery could go far.

With most people.

"I'd like you to know that Tino has some of the strongest morals of any person I've ever met," Lukas said bitingly. "Much more than those two fat friends of yours. Berwald Oxenstierna happens to be like a brother to me and I don't appreciate anyone eyeing him like that." Especially since he's taken, but Lukas didn't say that.

"Idiots will be idiots," said Malfoy dismissively, not vouching for Crabbe and Goyle in any way. As far as he could see, they had just impeded his deal with Johansson. He wanted the allegiance of the intimidating Norwegian - better as a friend than an enemy, he reasoned. "But we know better, don't we?"

His hand still hung in the air between them. Lukas's eyes flickered between it and the face of the body it was attached to.

"You want us to be... acquaintances." His tone dripped with something akin to sarcasm, and it took all of Draco's self-control not to blush. He wasn't used to being on the receiving end of such treatment! After a few heavy seconds, while their breath curled up in clouds of mist into the grey sky, Lukas gripped Draco's hand with his icy fingers.

"Fine." The barest hint of a smirk curled on the edge of his lips. How he would enjoy messing with this person. He could already see Draco's eyes widen at the sheer temperature of his hands, which by all rights should be blue by now. "I'll see you at the Yule Ball."

And with that, he slipped his hand from Draco's grasp and walked away.


"So you're saying," said Mathias slowly, "that you don't know how to reverse the spell." His shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, his face-framing layers sticking out in all directions.

"Not quite!" Fred said quickly. "The spell will wear off naturally, twenty-four hours after it was cast."

"So you're looking at being back to normal at about two in the morning," continued George.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," said the twins in unison.

"Well, pretty much positive," beamed George.

"Ninety-nine percent," Fred added with a thumbs-up.

"That's good enough for me!" laughed Mathias. "It's weird, being a girl for a day. I mean, I feel... different! Tino started crying a few minutes ago for like, no reason, and Berwald's face is waaaaaay less scary than it used to be."

"Good for you, mate." Fred patted Mathias on the arm, eyes darting around the common room.

"But listen, don't tell Lukas, will you?" asked George in an almost pleading tone, looking almost as nervous as his twin. "We don't fancy getting attacked again."

And with that, the twins ran off.


"I'm sorry Sve!" wailed Tino, face buried in his pillow, arms wrapped around himself. Berwald was perched on the edge of the bed, completely at a loss for what to say or do. Tino never had mood swings like this. "I just - I just feel terrible! I just want to lie here and eat salmiakki..." he trailed off with a sniffle. Always the loving boyfriend, Berwald grabbed Tino's bag and fetched him a box of the salty sweets. Tino took it with a watery smile, and popped one into his mouth.

"You're so good to me," he sighed. "I'm surprised you didn't just dump me there are then."

"It was an accident," Berwald repeated. Really, he was sure Tino hadn't meant to knock over the entire flagon of pumpkin juice straight onto Berwald's plate and into his lap. It had been a bit mean of Mathias to burst out laughing and Lukas to tut and say clumsy in such a patronising tone. Tino had overreacted a little by bursting into tears and running out of the hall, but surely all the hormones that must be flying all over the place inside him were to blame.

All Berwald could say was that he hoped Tino got his male body back soon. His cute little boyfriend was really getting the short end of the stick when it came to being a girl.

"I think I'll just lie here for a while," murmured Tino. "My back really hurts. Maybe I'll feel better after a little sleep. Don't feel like you have to stay with me, Sve."

"But - "

Tino made a shooing motion with his hand, before wiping his eyes and shoving another few pieces of salmiakki into his mouth. "Go and enjoy yourself in the common room. I'll be fine here with my duvet and my sweeties."

"If you're sure." Berwald kissed Tino's forehead - as much as he adored the Finn, he abhorred the taste of salty liquorice - and left the room. Tino let out a long sigh, curled up under his covers, and closed his eyes.


"Can you see the fairies too?"

Freyr jumped out of his skin, almost dropping his book. Damn, he had thought he was invisible here, in this tiny nook in the library! But he'd been completely unable to concentrate on the epic saga, and had been off in a daydream. The voice that jerked him out of it was light and rather dreamy - it was almost like a high pitched version of his older brother's, in a very creepy way. Freyr glanced up at the source of the voice and saw a girl with long, pale hair, big eyes, and a necklace with a pendant that looked like some sort of vegetable.

"W-What?" He pressed himself further back against the wall. "Fairies?"

"You are Lukas Johansson's younger brother, aren't you?" Her eyes ran over him, from his messy hair to his borrowed jeans. "Freyr, is that your name?"

"How did you know that?"

"Your brother asked me to the Yule Ball." The girl settled herself on the edge of the alcove. "I'm Luna, Luna Lovegood. And Lukas has the Sight, I was wondering if you had it too."

"The Sight?" Oh no, Lukas had found another nutter to share stories with. But... the Yule Ball? Had his seemingly asexual brother, the very opposite of a normal fifteen-year-old boy, finally found a girl?

"Your head was full of Wrackspurts just how," Luna said kindly. "They probably swarmed because they can sense your confusion about your new body." Her tone took on that of a teacher or mother explaining the facts of life to a little child. "There are probably lots of changes happening to you that you don't understand, but I can completely empathise."

Freyr felt his face flood with red. "I - I'm not going to be like this forever!" he squeaked. Luna just raised her pale eyebrows rather ominously.

"You never know with these types of spells. One things goes wrong, and you're stuck."

"Ah... you were saying about fairies?" Freyr desperately wanted to change the subject now, faced with the horrifying idea that he might, in fact, be a girl forever. Even talking about the mythical beings that he wasn't sure he totally believed in - although he couldn't dispute Lukas's troll spirit's existence.

"Oh yes!" Luna seemed to brighten a little. "Well, where can I start?"


The Nordic boys-turned-girls had fallen exhausted into their respective beds and sleeping bags, after carefully changing in the bathrooms away from the eyes of Harry and the rest of their roommates. After some appalling stomach cramps Tino had been forced to go to Madame Pomfrey for a painkiller, and to his utmost horror had been told that he was probably going to start menstruating soon. Luckily, before he could have a full scale panic attack, he was knocked out by the potion and had to be practically carried to bed by Berwald.

Mathias had been forced to wear a t-shirt to bed by Lukas, who seemed oddly not-irritable for some reason that they all had yet to fathom. Maybe being a girl had mellowed him a little? The Dane and Norwegian were sleeping side by side, Mathias snoring as usual and Lukas letting out the occasional "Føkk deg!" in his sleep, which sounded far too much like the English to be mistaken for anything else.

And Freyr... well, he had stumbled back from wherever he was with a faintly shell-shocked expression, and had refused to talk to anyone.

Tino jolted awake in the middle of the night, feeling like he had severe pins-and-needles all over his body. The uncomfortable weight on his chest was gone, as was the heaviness in his abdomen! Shoving a hand down his pants, he realised with relief that he was a boy again. Rolling over, he saw the handsome, perfect face of Berwald, now also a boy again, cracking open one eye.

"Sve!" he cried, throwing his arms around the Swedish boy and kissing his cheeks. "I'm back!" Gone was his dark mood - all he wanted to do now was snuggle with Berwald.

"Mm, glad," murmured the taller boy, wrapping his arms around Tino. They were both definitely male again, as Berwald could feel when Tino rolled onto him, straddling him, and started kissing him like his life depended on it.

"Ooh, boys!" The couple weren't the only two who had woken up - Mathias, unfortunately, had sat up and was watching his friends make out. "Keep it suitable!" he said in a high falsetto, flapping his hand. "We don't want the little children to have their minds corrupted!"

"Shut up and go to sleep," muttered Lukas, elbowing the Danish boy viciously. But when Berwald let out a quiet moan as Tino's mouth went to his neck, Lukas also sat up and shot them a glare. "Berwald! I don't want to hear it! Keep it silent or don't do it at all!"

You speak for us all, mate, thought Harry, who had been woken up by the sudden noise and most definitely didn't want to hear anything of the sort from the bed beside his.


Longest chapter to date, and most of it was written in one evening!

Reviews make me extremely happy~ next comes the Yule Ball chapter! So far, only Fin, Sve and Nor have dates. Who do you think the two remaining Nordics should go with? Say in your review!

Oh, and if you like the extremely rare pairing of Finland x Norway, I recently uploaded 'A Shaft of Light', my latest AU oneshot that I'm thinking of continuing ^^ I really like the dynamics of their relationship! Even though SuFin is completely my OTP.

I've also got a lot of oneshot ideas, specifically historical, for SuFin, if anyone wants to read more of that fluffy stuff :3

Once again, my hugs and love to anyone who has been following this story, and my gratitude for your continuing support! I couldn't do it without you guys :D