Pairings: Fem!Harry x Ginny. Obviously, don't you know this by now?
Warnings: Yuri, kissing. Lead up to smexy times.
Disclaimer: Thank you all for the great amount of reviews I've received on the last chapter! Honestly, as a writer, that's what keeps me going the most. I am very eager to get on with writing this chapter but before I do that I felt I should address something. What other lesbian pairings would you like to see happen in this story? I'm already thinking very much on including Hermione x Luna, but is there anything else you would like to see? I would be glad to consider any pairings you might have - - provided they're purely yuri.
Chapter 6: The Chosen One's New Clothes
Rose had another terrible dream that night... only this one had never actually happened to her in real life, regardless of switched genders.
She was in a room that she knew instinctively lay deep beneath Hogwarts, and was incredibly hard for normal people to access. It was rather a small room, not much bigger than the average castle classroom. The air was hot and choked like it hadn't gotten any fresh drafts in years. Bronze braziers flickering with orange fire threw a light over the room that danced and waved. Rose was panting, her small, eleven-year-old body exhausted and injured.
(Eleven years old? Rose thought wildly. That would mean this would have happened in my first year...)
Besides her initial impression of the room, there were only two things in it that stood out. One was the enormous mirror that stretched from the ceiling to the floor, and had to be at least two meters wide, that sat on the wall facing Rose. The other thing was a second occupant of the room... and it was none other than Rose's first Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirrel.
But Quirrel was not the Quirrel she knew, that was for certain. For one thing, his turban lay discarded upon the stone floor. Never once had Rose remembered the man even considering taking it off, not even when Fred and George had pelted it with suspiciously yellow snowballs that Christmas. The other thing that was different was just what that turban was hiding - - a second face, a terrible, horrible second face on the back of Quirrel's head that sent shivers down Rose's spine. It was gray and liquidy, like a shadow clinging desperately onto its owner for life. It had two beady eyes that seemed to be able to stare into your soul, snake-like slits where the nose should have been, and paper thin lips that were curled up in an evil sneer.
"Rose Jamie Potter," intoned the second face haughtily.
Rose could not say how, but she instantly knew who it belonged to. "Y-You," she gasped. "Voldemort. You're supposed to be dead." She struggled to move, but ropes bound her tight - - no doubt due to Quirrel/Voldemort.
"See what I've become?" the face said. "Mere shadow and vapor... I have form only when I share another's body... but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds. Unicorn blood has strengthened me these past weeks. You saw faithful Quirrel drinking it for me in the Forest... and once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own! Now... why don't you hand me that Stone in your pocket?"
Rose of her timeline had no idea what he was talking about, but her past self seemed to. She stumbled back, and Voldemort's shadowy face twisted.
"Don't be a fool..." it snarled. "Or you'll meet the same end as your parents. They died begging for mercy..."
"LIAR!" Rose shouted suddenly, and it was a unison of her present and past selves roaring the word. This ghost of a man saying these terrible things about her parents - - her brave parents who were the only reason she even existed right now - - made her normally peaceful blood boil.
"How touching... I always value bravery. Yes, girl, your parents were brave. I killed your father first; and he put up a courageous fight. But your mother needn't have died... she was trying to protect you... Now, give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vain."
"NEVER!"
Rose did not know what stone he was speaking of, but if it was of great importance to the most evil wizard who ever lived, then it could not fall into his hands. She felt her dream-body spring towards a door wreathed in flames, which she had not noticed at first; but Voldemort screamed, "SEIZE THE GIRL!" and the next second Quirrel's hand was closed around Rose's wrist. His other hand swept up to strike her face - -
"WAKE UP, ROSE, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!" screamed the voice of a certain ginger, and Rose's eyes shot open.
Ginny's face hovered over her own, eyes wide and troubled. "Are you always so hard to wake up?" she grumbled. "I didn't want to slap you up, but ice water wasn't working."
Rose sat up groggily. Her pajama shirt, the same one she'd been wearing all day yesterday, was freezing wet and stuck to her chest. She shivered and the buds of her breasts hardened a little at the cold. "Are girls' chests always this sensitive?" she groaned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "It feels like you dumped Antarctica on me."
"Well, they're supposed to be like that; otherwise it wouldn't feel nearly as good when I do this," said Ginny with a smirk, and suddenly groped the Boy-Turned-Girl-Who-Lived through her shirt. Rose yelped. Her face flushed an adorable shade of red.
"Gin!" she cried hotly. "It's got to be seven in the morning! And Madam Pomfrey could walk in at any second!"
The youngest Weasley withdrew her hand, laughing. "Sorry. Your reaction was really cute, though. I couldn't help myself."
Rose huffed.
"Well, in any rate, we're going shopping today!" cried Ginny happily. She swung off her girlfriend's infirmary bed. "Dumbledore told me after breakfast I had special permission to take you to Diagon Alley with Hermione, and Luna also got the goods to go."
Rose's brow furrowed. "How'd you ever get Hermione to agree to that? It's a school day."
"Well she and Luna have kind of been..." Ginny's eyes flitted from Rose to the door. "messing around with each other, lately. If you can follow my broomstick." Rose blushed again. "When Luna volunteered to help introduce you to the... frilly side of fashion, Hermione reluctantly agreed to go."
"When do we leave?"
"Soon as you're ready."
"Well, I suppose I've gotta get out of these pajamas first," Rose said, stretching. Ginny nodded. "But I don't really have anything that would be appropriate for a girl to wear."
"I can help you out there. You're about my height, if not a little shorter, so my shirts will probably fit you until we get you some of your own." The ginger's eyes strayed down Rose's body. "Although... those puppies are a lot bigger than mine. Hermione's more your size. We'll have to ask her to lend you a bra."
"A bra?" repeated Rose, scandalized. "I don't need a bra. I'm a guy."
Ginny snorted. "Not right now, you're not, even if you still feel that way on the inside. Trust me. By the end of the day you'll be blessing bras to high heaven - - walking around without one in a girl's body is a complete pain in the arse. Not to mention all the guys seem to instinctively smell out which girl is wearing one and which girl isn't."
Rose shuddered. She did not need every man in England chasing after her on top of all this.
"Bras it is, then," she said. Then the raven-haired witch tugged at the damp shirt. "But first we have to get this thing peeled off of me..."
They checked in with Madam Pomfrey and she dismissed her charge from the infirmary. Together, Ginny and Rose navigated the confusing halls of Hogwarts, keeping an eye on the moving staircases and making sure to jump over the trapped steps. Some students were wandering about the castle on their way to class, and stared askance at Rose as they passed. Ginny scowled at them.
Finally, they made it back up to Gryffindor Tower and the House's common room. Hermione and Luna were standing in wait for them before the entrance to the girl's quarters.
"Hello, Harry," said Luna distantly, albeit with a smile, warm and bright.
Rose swallowed. Luna didn't seem to be bothered at all by this new form of hers. "H-Hello, Luna."
"Harry!" Hermione nearly screamed, bounding over to her best friend and wrapping her in another bone-crunching hug. Rose's eyes bulged out. "How are you this morning?"
"Still - - alright - - I reckon - - But I can't - - breathe - -"
"Sorry."
Rose winced and rolled her shoulders in circles several times. "Geez, Hermione, your hugs are as strong as Hagrid's, and he's three times your size."
Hermione blushed. "I really am sorry."
"It's alright." Rose hesitated. "Hey, um, I know Dumbledore's allowing us to go to shopping... but Ginny convinced me that I need to wear a bra before I go anywhere. Do you have any I could borrow?"
The wise girl's eyebrow furrowed. "Well... yes, but will the staircase even allow you up into my chambers?"
Rose hadn't thought about that. She remembered the time when, a few years back, she and Ron had tried to rush up the stairs to talk to Hermione, but it suddenly transformed into a surprisingly fast slide, and they tumbled all the way back out into the Common Room. The Gryffindor girls had all embarrassed them about it non-stop for weeks.
Luna smiled. "You don't have to worry about that. The Nargles told me that spell was put in place so that boys couldn't see anything they shouldn't. Since you already have the same body as all of us, it won't react to you, because you won't be seeing anything you haven't already."
The four girls, one of them rather anxious, walked into the stairwell and started up the stairs. Rose winced as she started up the flight, and clutched Ginny's hand instinctively. (Ginny flushed at this.) She half-expected the staircase to collapse into the slide any second now, and then everybody would think that some boy was trying to peep on girls or something, and everyone would see her like this - -
But it never happened.
Rose and the others made it to the top of the stairs without any embarrassment whatsoever. When they had cleared the final step, she looked back, sure that the stairs must be broken or something; but for all intents and purposes they remained stairs.
"See?" said Luna, beaming. "Nargles never lie."
Rose shook her head. "Luna," she said, "you can be really strange sometimes."
The girl with the golden hair simply giggled in her own mysterious way.
The rest of the time spent before going shopping was pretty much a blur of embarrassments for Rose. As it turned out, she was only barely Hermione's size... but it wasn't that the bras were too big for her breasts. It was, in fact, the other way around. The largest bra Hermione had - - a black, lacy thing that looked like it should only be worn before sleeping with a lover - - felt half a size too small. Hermione was silently furious. How come her male best friend had a bigger cup size than she did? It just wasn't fair!
Ginny, who had momentarily slipped out of Gryffindor Tower to nab some pumpkin juice for them all from the kitchen, came in suddenly and her breath hitched in her throat.
"Merlin," she breathed. "If I had any say, you'd be wearing that thing for the rest of your life."
"Ginny!" Rose cried, her cheeks fire-hot.
Hermione frowned. "Gin, you do know that's my bra?"
"What? I know Rose has more than enough money to pay for its cost."
"Ginny!"
"It's a joke, a joke! Geez, Fred and George are right. You really don't have any sense of humor, 'Mione."
Luna and Rose exchanged glances at each other and rolled their eyes fondly. "Hermione really doesn't have one, though," the blonde confided in the ex-boy under her breath, a playful smirk Rose didn't know she was capable of creeping out along her lips. "I think she's had tea with one too many Blibbering Humdingers."
This was clearly Luna-talk for Hermione has a stick up her arse, assumed Rose.
She grinned widely.
Several articles of clothing and one convenient pot of Floo Powder later, the female quartet found themselves in The Leaky Cauldron. Rose was fully dressed in some of Hermione's spare robes, seeing as how she was the closest to Rose's size in almost everything. Several heads turned their way as they tumbled in a rat's nest of limbs, hands, and feet. Luna somehow landed rather gracefully upon the groaning pile of Hermione, Rose and Ginny.
"Geroff my back, Luna," grumbled Ginny.
Hermione's face was rather hot. "Rose, get your chest out of my face, please!"
"Only if you remove your foot from my behind," sighed the emerald-eyed girl.
As if they were playing some sort of massive game of Twister, they slowly untangled themselves after Luna stepped off Ginny with an airy apology. They brushed the dust and dirt off their robes and stretched.
"We need a better way to travel than by the Floo Network," Rose grumbled.
Ginny tilted her head. "There's always Apparition." Rose shuddered; ever since that unfortunate experience with Dumbledore as they were convincing Slughorn to accept the title of Potions Master, she didn't ever want to Apparate again. Not that her girlfriend knew of this, of course, but still.
"My Dad told me one wizard accidentally Apparated himself to the moon once," said Luna thoughtfully. "When they brought him back, he was all blue and bloated."
"Right," decided Hermione firmly, while Ginny laughed nervously. "No Apparition for a while, then."
The girls made their way through to the back of the bar, where Tom asked them why they were there. Upon learning it was business from Dumbledore, he immediately let them through, although Rose did note that he took a double-look at her as she passed by. She figured that she was going to get a lot of those askew glances today. And she wasn't mistaken, either - - once they had tapped the appropriate combination of bricks with their wands and entered Diagon Alley, almost everyone they passed on the magical shopping lane stared at Rose like they were trying to remember the name of a long-lost friend. It made her feel rather small and conspicuous.
"Everyone's staring at me strangely," she whispered to Ginny.
She didn't understand. "You get that all the time," she said, her brilliant red hair looking like beautiful tongues of fire in the mid-morning sun.
"Yes, but that's a different kind of staring. This staring is... weird. I don't feel comfortable. Let's get me some new clothing as soon as we can. I don't want people to pay any more attention to me than they have to."
Ginny grinned. "As long as the bra stays."
"The bra definitely does not stay," Hermione called back to them, despite purposefully walking far enough ahead that they had supposed she was out of earshot. Ginny and Rose both giggled, although Rose's was of the far more embarrassed variety.
Their first stop was the ice cream parlor. Luna and Ginny said they were rather hungry still, and Rose decided to treat them all to double-scoops. Mr. Fortescue peered at Rose curiously, as though he was sure he recognized her, but frowned and shrugged to himself, heading off to get them ice cream. He still seemed suspicious of Rose when he returned with their various cones, but did not say anything about it. Even so, she could feel him watching her as she sat down with her friends to eat their ice cream.
"I think Mr. Fortescue knows something's off," she said worriedly.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she slurped chocolate peanut-butter, dentist parents be damned. "Oh, come off it, Harry. He probably knew your mum well, and you do look a lot like her now. He was probably trying to decide if you were related to her or not."
"Everyone knows my mum doesn't have anyone else in her family besides the Durselys! It's the entire reason I was sent to live with them in the first place."
Luna tilted her head thoughtfully. "Do you think the nargles told him?"
Ginny rolled her eyes fondly. "There's a higher probability of him intercepting a student's owl than that, Luna," she told her, although the words had not a hint of annoyance in them.
"Oh, but the nargles do exist! Don't they, Hermione?" Luna turned to the bushy-haired girl, her eyes twinkling mysteriously. "You've seen them before. I've shown you."
Hermione blushed, and as she stared at Luna, her second scoop met her face rather coldly. "Er... um... w-well, regardless, I'm sure it's nothing," she quickly said, trying to keep as much dignity as she could with her dessert melting on her face. Her cheeks were the color of tomatoes. Rose and Ginny glanced sideways at each other, raising their eyebrows before descending into fits of silent laughter. Hermione glared at them and dabbed at her cheek with a napkin.
After they had finished their cones and Hermione had cleaned up, they moved on to one of the many clothing stores that could be found on Diagon Alley, besides the normal Madam Malkin's. There were, of course, Muggle-based shops - - although Rose really had to question the taste of whoever had outfitted the mannequins. There were also shops dedicated to more formal robes, some for more casual robes, and yet others for more... visually appealing wizarding attire. Hermione, Ginny, and Luna steered Rose first into a shop called Madam O'Brien's Muggle Wardrobe. The naming system within the wizarding world was rather telling.
"Tell me why we have to get me Muggle clothes if I'll likely be a guy again in about a month?" asked Rose blandly.
Luna, Ginny, and Hermione all spoke in unison, as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. "Because you'll look cute in them."
I'm not supposed to look cute; I'm a guy, thought Rose with a blank face, but she conceded to letting them drag her in the shop.
The store had a quite remarkable range of items for girls. It offered a couple hundred different types of skirts; shelves upon shelves of various T-shirts; tons of jeans; an aisle of dresses; and enough panties and bras to make Rose feel sick. All three of her friends had similar evil sparkles in their eyes. Rose stared at them in horror.
"You're not gonna make me try all of this on, are you?" she squeaked. This was gonna take a millennium.
Ginny grinned. "Nope. Just most of them."
And so they slowly piled up an enormous mountain of clothes for Rose to try on. It was enough to make even Atlas crumple under their weight. Together, the four girls managed to shuffle/carry the clothes over to the dressing rooms of the store, where Hermione and Luna ushered Rose inside one, and Ginny followed her to make sure she could put everything on properly.
"Undress. Now," the flame-haired girl ordered.
Rose groaned. "Alright, alright."
She pulled off her Hogwarts robes, folding them carefully and laying them on the bench that stuck out of the wall. She was completely naked except for the underwear she'd borrowed off of Hermione. In front of anyone but Ginny she'd feel highly embarrassed, and while it was still a decidedly uncomfortable feeling, Rose didn't quite mind it. Ginny selected a tank top from the top of the pile and helped Rose shrug it on. The raven-haired ex-boy noticed that its neck was... rather revealing.
"Definitely not," she decided, blushing as she tried not to stare at her own prominent chest.
Ginny was blushing, too. "No, that's a definite keeper. Here, put some jeans on with it." Rose did. The jeans hugged her arse tightly but not unpleasantly so. They also showed off her rather thin legs. Ginny hummed approval. "You look super cute in that! Alright, let's see what Hermione and Luna think."
Ginny swung the door open for their companions to see. Although they were a little red-faced at Rose's showy chest, they both confirmed Ginny's opinion.
More clothes were tried on, the girls loving all of it. Rose felt like a Barbie doll. She couldn't wait to get out of the stupid store, but of course that would only mean going to yet more shops, and repeating the process all over again. It was a tiresome thought. She frowned and caught herself unconsciously swaying her hips as she walked back to the dressing room with Ginny.
I hope I don't become more like an actual girl the more I stay one...
At long last, when the pile of clothes they approved seemed more like a mountain to Rose, the friends exited the store with considerably lighter pockets. Ginny had volunteered to carry the weight. The clerk put them all in a whopping three bags. Rose, astounded and more than a little nervous, had never bought more than a bag of clothes with the Dursleys; and that was when they allowed her to get new shirts or pants at all. Strolling down the street, their small group attracted a good bit of attention from the passersby.
"They're all looking at how beautiful you are," intoned Ginny sagely to Rose, who blushed at the praise.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly, you two. Get a room."
"Rose is quite beautiful," thought Luna aloud. "Though I like your hair more, 'Mione. The Wrackspurts seem to take great interest in it as well."
The bushy haired witch's face turned strangely red. "Um... t-thank you, Luna."
So went the rest of the morning. They visited various shops and stores across Diagon Alley, Ginny's shoulders sagging a little more with each one they left. Rose felt bad for not helping the ginger out, but when she offered help, her girlfriend kindly declined each time. As bad as she felt, though, it gave her a strangely bubbly feeling to know Ginny appreciated her enough to endure this surely insane amount of stress in her arms. It was incredible how one small action meant so much. Rose wondered if Muggle girls felt this way when their boyfriends or husbands carried all their groceries for them.
Finally, they reached the last store.
"Ugh, my arms are killing me," mumbled Ginny under her breath as she relaxed on the bench of the current dressing room. Rose, now somewhat used to putting on girls' underwear, was fumbling with the hook to a bra Hermione had selected.
She paused and glanced down at her girlfriend. No less than seven (seven!) bags lay at the ginger's feet, all filled to bursting with shirts, pants, socks, panties, bras, and (in one's case) two pairs of shoes. "I'm really sorry you have to carry all these," Rose mumbled. "I want to help. It's not like you have to play the gentleman for me, you know."
"I know," said Ginny breathlessly. "It's just that... you always do stuff like this for me all the time, and I decided... well, I wanted to return the favor. Man, I'll really need to relax once we get back to Hogwarts though, classes be damned."
Rose swallowed. "I could... help you relax. R-right now. If you want."
"Huh?" Ginny blinked.
"Like this," murmured the Boy-Turned-Girl-Who-Lived, and sashayed over to her slumping girlfriend. The ginger blinked again, not quite understanding. Her breath hitched adorably, though, as Rose's hand strayed up to run along her back, and the owner of it slowly climbed between her legs, only to hang over Ginny and let her hair cage their faces.
"Oh," said Ginny in awe. "Wow. Um... I, uh... when'd you... learn to flirt like that?"
Rose smiled softly, more confident now. "I kind of just did what felt right. And you know what feels right now?" Before Ginny could answer, her lips were sealed by the Chosen One's own soft, plump ones, and a deliciously naughty tongue licked at the youngest Weasley's mouth. She allowed Rose to slip inside. It was incredible just how well the new girl had managed to learn Frenching this quickly; in next to no time, Ginny's nickers were soaked.
Rose pulled away. "Was that... was that good?"
"Good?" said Ginny with a grin. "That was awesome. But are you sure you- -"
"I'm sure," said Rose, and the other woman suddenly realized that the former had forsaken her bra several moments ago.
Ginny blinked. Damn, this girl is far too sexy for her own good. And, feeling like the luckiest witch in the world, she pulled Rose closer for a warm hug. "Well then... there's nothing stopping us from going further is there? The dressing room here's sound proof."
"Let's do it," agreed Rose with a flush.
Hermione and Luna stood waiting outside the dressing room with unimpressed frowns.
"Just what are those two doing in there?" Hermione huffed, folding her arms across her chest in exasperation. They didn't have all day! Sometimes her best friend and Ginny were far too much to handle.
So... yeah. That promise of sexy times this chapter? Might've been a bit of a lie. Maybe. Just a little bit. But hey! I've already set up the scene for next time. So don't worry, your genderbending yuri goodness is definitely coming in the near future.
Also, I've decided Hermione x Luna is a thing in this universe for sure.
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