Snake's Skin
Chapter 4: Same yet New.
AN: Special thanks to Sirval (did you expect Harry to get hit too?), Miss Anthrope (oh this ship will not sink), and kumquat (I'm glad you are enjoying it, really really glad!) and to everyone else who has added this as a favorite or placed on their chapter alerts. I wasn't really sure that anybody take to this story. Also if you like this one I have another called "The Incident of Houses" which I plan to update very shortly.
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Harry Potter sat up in his bed and immediately fell back to a lying position. All of the muscles in his body screamed with pain as if he had been playing a game of Quidditch without a broom. So he did what he could and opened his eyes to find that, as usual, he was surrounded by his friends. Ron, Dean, Fred, George, Hermione, Pansy, Millicent, Seamus, and Madame Pomfrey were all huddled around him as if in a strategy session during the middle of an American football game with Madame Pomfrey holding a strange bottle under his nose. Harry surmised that was the reason he was now awake. As Harry examined his friends, he noticed that all of the boys, joined by Millicent and Pansy, were staring at his chest. Only Hermione was looking at Harry's eyes, and Madame Pomfrey was fiddling with the makings of a potion. Harry joined Ron's gaze and followed it down to his chest; there he was met with something that wasn't his chest. Two perfectly shaped breasts and a bulging dress shirt that seemed as if ready to pop its buttons, "Bloody hell…" Harry squeaked in a feminine soprano.
"Harry! How do you feel?" gasped Hermione.
"Like my innards have been scrambled… What's happened to me?"
"That would be the Puella-juice potion," Madame Pomfrey chimed in, "What such a high level potion was doing in the Herbology greenhouse is beyond me. Both you and Draco were covered in it." Harry looked down at his chest again and then to the Weasley twins.
"Ok guys, this is a joke right? You can undo this."
The twins looked at each other and then to Harry, "It's not one of ours, Harry." They replied in a sung unison.
"Harry, Puella-juice potion turns boys physically into girls." Hermione explained.
"Yeah…" Harry blinked
"Harry, you're a girl now."
Harry eyes got big, it wasn't true. This was a joke by the twins and he was the butt of it. Harry jumped up from the bed, ignoring his protesting muscles, and ripped open his dress shirt resulting in a storm of buttons flying in every direction. Hermione screamed and covered Ron's eyes, Fred and George cheered with a perverted whoop, Dean managed to catch Seamus as he fainted and Madame Pomfrey shoved the whole lot of them from immediate vicinity and charmed the curtains around them. However, Harry didn't stop and ran to the nearest mirror. He, or rather she, looked herself over. What Harry saw in the mirror was nothing like what he used to see, but it was close. A beautiful girl stared back at him with sharply shaped eyes in which two vibrant emeralds sat at their center. She had long straight black hair and skin like porcelain. Harry grabbed the robes he was in and threw them to the floor paying no attention to the fact that Hermione, Pansy, Millicent, and Madame Pomfrey were still inches away from him. What Harry saw would have made all the blood rush to a certain point on his anatomy, had it still been there.
Harry looked his new body over; she was well toned with a swimmer's physique. Her skin was marginally unblemished with long supple looking legs, symmetrical hips attached to a proportionately small waist and narrow shoulders. However, what drew his attention the quickest was her chest. It was easily one of the biggest he had seen, but not so big that he would have thought it awkward looking or uncomfortable. Harry was snapped out of his examination by a swift slap to the soft skin of his buttocks as Pansy heartily declared, "You're pretty hot." Harry pulled the robes back up and tightened them around his new body.
He turned to the girls in with him and found that both Hermione and Millicent were looking at Pansy with raised eye brows, "What? She is." Pansy said simply.
"Riiiight." Hermione turned to Madame Pomfrey, "Can we change him back?"
"Absolutely," replied Madame Pomfrey
"Good…" sighed Harry.
"…but it will take a while to prepare the potion." Pansy and Millicent backed toward the opening in the curtain as if preparing to make an exit.
"How long?" wondered Hermione
"A year… at least."
"A YEAR!?" Harry and Hermione screamed together.
"What about the ministry, surely they have some of the antidote on stock." Hermione wondered.
"Dear, the people who opt for this kind of potion are the kinds that don't want to change back. Sort of like the muggle gender changing operations. As such there is very little of the antidote ever stocked."
"…but there is some."
"Yes, but I doubt anyone knows were it is. It will be faster to brew it ourselves with all the forms and paperwork needed to be filled out." Madame Pomfrey informed.
Harry both physically and mentally groaned and turned to Pansy and Millicent to find that the spots where they had been standing were now vacated as they had apparently made a run for it. Harry snapped open the curtains to find that both Pansy and Millicent were being held under the arms and being drug back to where Harry and Hermione had been by several of the earlier removed boys. They had been strung between two and hung like they had been caught in a tree parachuting. Pansy and Millicent hung their heads in defeat. "You two brewed this potion?" Madame Pomfrey asked
"No," Pansy arched her feet to try get her toes back on the ground but failed, "Why would I do that?"
"She's right," Hermione interrupted, "Student's aren't skilled enough to product this kind of Potion. Only someone of Professor Snape or Slughorn's skill level would be able." Madame Pomfrey mused on that thought for a moment and then seemed to agree.
"Well, I'll go get the ingredients from professor Snape and get started on that antidote right away." The resident physician scuttled off. The boys dropped the two girls and stepped back scanning Harry's now clothed body for any scrap of skin that might decide to peek out. Hermione caught this and ordered the boys to drop Pansy and Millicent and leave, which they did only after threatened with Hermione not allowing anyone help with their school work for a week. However, as they were leaving, Fred and George felt it necessary to quip.
"Hey Mate, call us when you get out," said Fred, "We'll help you pick out knickers." They laughed in unison as they walked out.
Of all the boys, Ron was the only one who was allowed to stay, and he was only allowed to stay on the other side of the curtain until Harry could put some proper clothes on. The problem was that there really weren't any proper clothes…
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He stood as he looked into the mirror; his own friend's hadn't recognized him. He might not have even gotten into the common room if he had not known the password. With good cause too; he stared into the mirror and someone else stared back. She was a wisp-like girl, thin and curvy, with a body that seemed frail but was strong in the places it needed to be. She was thin but not emaciated, small but not weak. She had short ivory hair that curtained her head to just below her chin and curled inward at the tips. Her figure was lithe and wiry but more feminine than most of the other girls in the common room that morning. Her chest was not big, but it was not small either. Draco turned and looked over his shoulder as the girl in the mirror did the same. By far, it was her best feature, her buttocks was round and ample not having a single blemish on its wonderfully sculpted surface.
Draco wrapped himself in his cape and looked at the girl in the mirror once more. This was what Pansy wanted to do as revenge, so be it. Draco would adjust and adapt, like he always did. Draco sighed and tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. It was time to face the music, and see if he could really adapt. He pulled on a pair of pants, put on a dress shirt and did up his tie. This vengeance of Pansy's would not stop him. Slowly Draco opened the door and stepped outside.
"Draco we heard someth…" It was Crabbe; the first person he had to see was Crabbe. Why did it have to be that lummox? "Oi, who are you?"
"It's me, imbecile, Draco." he spat venomously in an ambiguous yet still feminine tenor.
"Draco doesn't have tits." Crabbe's eyes traveled down to Draco's chest and he was met with an immediate expeliarmus that sent Crabbe into the wall. Draco held his wand out and panned the room with it.
"Anybody wants to comment on my chest will end up just like Crabbe. Any questions?" Draco hissed convincingly. That was until a pair of hands out from behind him and cupped the very same breasts Crabbe had mentioned earlier. Draco let out a muffled gasp as he was gripped. Every boy in the common room that was sitting promptly crossed their legs. Every boy in the common room not sitting, promptly sat and did the same.
"You're pretty sensitive," someone cooed in Draco's ear, he recognized the voice, it was Daphne Greengrass. Daphne began to massage the soft pillows of flesh as Draco was overcome with a sensation he had never felt before. Quickly, he wrenched himself free and glared at his attacker.
"Get away from me you lesbian freak." Draco growled
"It's Draco, who's up for breakfast?" Daphne wheeled around the small girl that Draco was now as if it was not anything, "Nobody? I guess I'll go sit with Blaise again, then."
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After an hour of fighting, Pansy and Hermione had gotten Harry decent. It wasn't the best job (they had only managed to get Harry to agree to a pair of school slacks and the outer robes pulled tight) but it was done, and Ron's face was the exact shade of his hair. Harry attributed it to the fact that his… her breasts were not bound by anything other than the robes he had pulled tight to cover them. Harry was at least thankful that Ron had managed to keep his eyes off of them. However, there was no telling what kinds of thoughts were running through his mind. "Hey, Granger, who's your friend!?" a random male Ravenclaw called out from the other side of the courtyard they were now walking through.
"Yeah, she's hot!" the Ravenclaw's friend called out from behind him.
"You lot better shut the hell up before I jinx you into next week!" Ron exploded as Harry, Hermione and Pansy looked at him with muted curiosity.
"Thanks for that." Harry said hoping it would be enough to calm the red headed monster.
"right." Ron turned away from looking at Harry once more. It was at this point that Pansy decided to have some fun with the red head.
"Oh, Harry," Pansy leaned on Ron as he walked, "Isn't it nice to have a big strong boy in our group of girls?" she proceeded to bat her eyelashes cartoonishly.
"Knock it off, Pansy." Ron whispered.
"Oh I have a great idea!" Pansy chirped, ignoring Ron's plea, "Let all go to Diagon ally and get Harry some girl's clothes! Won-Won can be the judge."
"Hell no." Harry protested.
"aww come on." Pansy whined.
"I hate to admit it, but Pansy's right." Hermione stopped walking and put her finger to her chin. "You can't walk around in your old clothes for the simple fact that they don't fit anymore. Plus I doubt McGonagall is willing to let a beautiful girl walk around in boy's clothes without a bra."
"Yes, Harry, Listen to the mechanical logic of the school's biggest brain!" Pansy smiled
"You just wanna play dress up." Ron scowled.
"It's better than wanting to play dress down, you pervert you." Pansy smiled slyly as she gently elbowed him in the ribs. Ron's blush returned in full force with uncontrolled fantasies running through his mind. Ron hit the ground as his mind overloaded with hormone induced pictures and the conflict it took with his knowledge that Harry was a boy on the inside.
"Hole in one!" Pansy cheered when Ron hit the ground, "He's going to be fun to play with."
"Pansy, I'm glad you're enjoying this so much, but I won't be staying like this for long." Harry bit his words through gritted teeth. "I'll do everything in my power to get back to normal… Snape's got to have some of the antidote on hand. He's got everything else."
"You're thinking of asking Snape for help?" wondered Hermione as she stepped over Ron's corpse and looking her friend in his eyes. "You're not really…"
"I'm going to raid his store."
"That's not a good idea…" Pansy informed, "It was from Snape's store that I got the ingredients to make the potion in the first place. While I was there I checked the ingredients for the antidote, and he's missing the key ingredient."
"What's that?"
"A Behemoth's scale."
"No, seriously?" Hermione wondered incredulously.
"Is that strange?" Harry inquired.
"Harry, Behemoths are predominately skin; the only place on them that have scales are their tongues. It's really dangerous to get them and there are only a few of them left in the world. I doubt Snape could get one." Hermione explained
"Besides he's a hack anyway." Pansy stated, "Millicent's eighteen times better than him."
"Where is Millicent?" Harry looked around.
Elsewhere Millicent Bulstrode sneezed as she had been filling out paperwork for Harry's release from the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey loomed over her with malicious intent as Millicent dutifully filled out the forms in fear for her life.
Harry watched as nearly every boy that passed shot a quick glance from her face to her chest to her hips then her chest again, not bothering to look above the collarbone after the initial glance. Was this what girls went through? "Maybe we should get me some clothes." Both Hermione and Pansy smiled, "but just the necessities. Nothing weird."
"It is a weekend, lets go now." Chirped Pansy as she dashed off and Hermione walked calmly beside Harry. Levitating Ron's unconscious form behind her, Harry knew she would need an ally against evil girls.
AN: Time for something a little bit out of the ordinary for me. I'm listing the measurements for each of the girls in this story. Bare in mind this has no grounding in Cannon. First I will start with Harry's feminine form:
Harry Potter
Height: 5' 8"
B: 36 C
W: 25
H: 35
Description: Moderately tall with long messy but straight black hair that extends to just below the small of the back. Most of Harry's height is in her legs, and her eyes are a deep radiant emerald.