Chapter 24: Metamorphosis

February ended on a high note for Draco. During the week leading up to the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, he received letters from the dragon reserves in Norway, Romania, Canada, and the United States stating that his applications for apprenticeship had made the first cut. Since Draco was still in the running for Jotunheimen, he tried not to focus on receiving no response from Guiana Dragon Reserve in South America or Southwest Reserve in Australia. They were too distant for Draco anyway, even if they were still predominantly English-speaking pockets of the world.

As for the Quidditch match, Astoria pulled herself up from the last one and Slytherin took their shut-out. Even with a final score of 240-0 Draco acknowledged completely that Ravenclaw put up one hell of a fight. The nine goals Blaise, Luca, and Prewett scored before Draco caught the snitch were hard-earned. Were Astoria less of a Keeper, Draco figured they may have actually had a shot at losing even if he still ended the game.

Undoubtedly, Sue Li had been paying attention when Slytherin played Gryffindor. Slytherin and Ravenclaw ended on better terms. Li found Draco after they'd left the pitch to shake his hand again and thank him for a good match despite the lopsided final score.

Slytherin's win basically called it for the Cup. With a combined six-hundred and twenty points between two matches, Slytherin would be nearly impossible to catch up to. Draco rode that high for the weekend before he had to get serious again on Monday for his studies. His and Dagmar's Polyjuice Potion would be ready for another attempt on the coming weekend as their new batch of stewing lacewing flies matured. The two of them scoured any resource they could get their hands on to figure out what ingredient they were missing.

"What about boomslang skin?" Draco suggested in the library Wednesday evening.

"What about it?"

"A snake shedding its skin suggests change," Draco replied. "I was looking at chameleons and the boomslang is one of two snakes that eats them. Boomslangs also eat their eggs. Between the boomslang and the other snake that eats chameleons, boomslang skin is an atypical ingredient while the vine snake is impotent in potioneering."

Dagmar hummed, a smile pulling up at one end of her mouth. "When do you think it would be added to the Polyjuice Potion?"

"Probably at the same time as the bicorn horn." Draco slid their notes closer to himself so that he could look it all over. "I think we had it up until then. The potion looked good."

"I agree."

They left the library and headed down to the student lab. Their lacewing flies still stewed away at their reserved station. Dagmar hummed again as she went through the cupboards.

"There's none here," she said. "If it's an ingredient in Polyjuice Potion, Snape would have to have some, right? I doubt we'd be able to buy it on our own. I also would hate to see our lacewing flies go to waste if Snape has to order it in for us. It wouldn't make it here in time."

It was too late to catch Professor Snape before he'd retired for the evening. Draco went the next afternoon instead after seeing Dagmar to History of Magic. He knocked lightly on the open office door, interrupting what looked like yet another pile of essays that needed to be graded.

"Mr. Malfoy," Snape drawled after glancing up. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I need to ask you for something." Draco stepped inside his office. "Dagmar and I are getting close on testing our Polyjuice Potion again. We think we were missing an ingredient before that's not in the student cupboards. Would you happen to have some boomslang skin?"

"I do." Snape went to his private cupboard and brought out a small jar. A bright green skin floated in a thick solution. "Lock that in your cupboard right away. It's not something I'd like to see go missing."

"Right."

Draco had just opened his mouth to thank Snape when Snape spoke again. "I heard that Potter abused his partnership with Ms. Ramstad in Defence Against the Dark Arts."

Draco blinked. "How did you hear that?"

"From Potter." Snape's lip curled slightly at his mention. "There are regular meetings here regarding the Dark Lord that I attend."

Nerves rooted Draco to the spot despite the urge to walk away. All he could do was feign interest in how the boomslang skin shifted about in its jar.

"Potter said he saw the Little Hangleton graveyard in Ramstad's mind," Snape quietly carried on. "Are you aware that's the graveyard Potter was transported to with Cedric Diggory at the end of the Triwizard Tournament?"

Draco shook his head.

"It's also about a hundred and fifty miles north of Ramstad Manor. For the life of me, I can't imagine what sort of business Ms. Ramstad had in the area. I personally believe she may have crossed paths with the Dark Lord. Is this true?"

"Why?" Draco's voice wavered a little bit. "What's it matter?"

"She is not a Death Eater, which means she walked away when most do not." Snape leaned back against the edge of the desk, arms crossed. "It concerns me for her safety."

"She's fine."

Draco's response clearly didn't satisfy. He didn't like the way Snape regarded him. He held eye contact anyway now that he was confident enough in Occlumency not to inadvertently tell Snape what he was fishing for.

Snape let out a long exhale, his shoulders dropping with it. "Surely, Draco, you must realize by now where my loyalties truly lie in this war. I've done all I can—all you'll allow me to—to ensure you don't make the same mistakes at your age as I once did. I understand if you don't trust me, but I would hope you at least believe me when I say you do not want to know the pain of losing someone that you love."

Fear tugged at Draco's heart.

"I won't do like Potter," Snape said. "I won't pressure you to pick a side between the Dark Lord and Dumbledore. I won't ask specifics. Did Ms. Ramstad meet the Dark Lord?"

"It's not mine to say."

"Very well," Snape resigned to accept it. "The end of the school year is fast approaching. I would hope that should you and Ms. Ramstad require help beyond the end of June, you think to ask."

"Okay."

Draco couldn't deny that whether Snape served You-Know-Who or Dumbledore first, Snape had always done what he could for Draco. Snape had made sure nothing stood between Draco and the freedom to leave the country at the end of his education. Were it not for the twitchy little detail that Draco and Dagmar may have drawn You-Know-Who's interest after this summer, they may have managed to get away without having to worry about help at all. Draco still wasn't sure if Snape was to be trusted, but it was at least something to think about.

Draco was halfway upstairs when he remembered he needed to put the boomslang skin in his and Dagmar's student lab cupboard. He remained distracted as he set up in the library to get on with the latest Charms essay. Draco didn't manage to get very far before he packed back up in anticipation of meeting Dagmar when her class let out.

Luca stood there too. He leaned with his back against the wall outside the classroom door, his arms tightly crossed and brow furrowed as he stared intently at the floor. He looked up at the sound of footsteps and managed a tight smile when his and Draco's gazes met.

"All right?" Draco asked. The last time he'd seen Luca so downcast hadn't turned out so well for Draco, so he braced himself slightly.

"Okay, I guess." Luca shrugged. "Had a bit of a row with my mum."

"Really?" Draco leaned his shoulder on the wall beside him. "What about?"

"She wants to stay in Britain after her contract here runs out, which is good news for me, but. . ." Luca shrugged again. "She doesn't want to teach again. She wants to jump back into the action. She applied to your Ministry as an Auror."

Draco's insides ran cold. After the things he'd learned from Parasca, as well as the stories Luca told him from her heyday in the field, she was far from being somebody Draco would ever want his father to run into. "Does it worry you?"

"Da." Luca's mouth worked. "Sure, she lived this long after being an Auror back in the Baltics. I wouldn't know her if she didn't. Things are different here, though. It isn't just random dark wizards she would be dealing with this time."

"No."

Draco didn't think it was possible to feel more anxious before Dagmar came out of Binns' room. She walked out with Blaise when the bell rang, her eyes unfocused in a way Draco recognized from when he still took the course. Dagmar came back to herself after spotting Draco. Her smile faded quickly though as she studied him. Blaise and Luca had already headed off.

"Something wrong?" Dagmar slipped her hand into Draco's.

"Mm. . ." Draco hated that Dagmar had to go straight to study hall. He didn't want to make her wait a number of hours until they could properly discuss it, for surely knowing they had something to talk about would affect Dagmar's work. At least going through the hallways, clunky as the conversation might be, Draco could steer Dagmar toward holding it in Norwegian. "Just stuff going on. I got the boomslang skin off Snape and he asked about that graveyard."

"What about it?" Dagmar replied. "How did he even know?"

"Potter. Snape basically told me he's on Dumbledore's side. For real I mean, not just a spy. There are meetings. They must all talk about us."

Dagmar scoffed.

"They think we're not safe if you met You-Know-Who and walked away."

"Well. . ." Dagmar turned uneasy. "We've thought the same since we got back to Hogwarts. It's not new."

"June is coming fast. We should start figuring out what we're going to do."

"Ja."

"Snape offered help, but I don't know. This is still something we were going to do all on our own. If we don't need anybody, we shouldn't ask."

Dagmar nodded. Despite the topic, her smile managed to return. "Your Norwegian is getting really good."

"Good teacher and lots of practice." Draco winked.

Dagmar brought them to a stop outside the library and held Draco close to share a lingering kiss. "Thanks for letting me know about the other thing."

"Of course."

She had settled into study hall before Draco remembered the bit about Professor Parasca. Draco would just have to tell her later. For now he was content to sit where he could see Dagmar through the study hall door, smiling whenever they caught each other's eye.

Friday was the first night Draco and Dagmar were due to test their Polyjuice Potion again. Draco was antsy to see if maybe this time they'd done it. After brewing the potion overnight, it looked about the same as last time but thicker.

"I guess I'll go first," Dagmar said with a grimace. She scooped some of the potion into a glass. "I need a hair."

Draco bowed his head. He winced when Dagmar didn't have much luck until she wrapped one of the longer ones near the top around her finger.

Dagmar dropped it into the potion. Her eyebrows went up when the muddiness gradually transitioned into something silky in texture and silver in colour.

"That's promising." Dagmar kicked off her shoes. "It looks like liquid mercury. Er—maybe get some of the antidote handy, just in case."

Draco laughed on his way to their cupboard. "You think I'm literally poisonous?"

"Hey, I didn't take offence when you had some on the table before drinking it."

Draco hesitated as he looked at the antidote vials. He'd thought they'd brewed enough back in January for five, but there were only four. With a shrug, Draco grabbed one and returned.

"All right, do it," he told Dagmar. "Let's see what happens."

Dagmar swirled the glass under her nose with a thoughtful hum. "It doesn't smell bad, so I at least shouldn't need a bucket on standby. Here goes nothing."

She tipped up the bottom of the glass, drinking it as fast as she could. It looked like it had the consistency of milk and left a film on Dagmar's top lip. She wiped it off with the back of her sweater.

"Anything?" Draco asked.

"Er—"

Dagmar cut herself off, eyes widening. She touched a hand to her abdomen. Her expression contorted with discomfort and she leaned on the table. Draco eased her onto a stool, holding her upright. Just as he started to wonder if he ought to pop open the antidote vial and dump it down Dagmar's throat, her shoulders started to shift underneath Draco's hands. They broadened before his eyes. Her plait unravelled itself as the end of it rose toward her head. The tie fell off as her hair shrunk past the nape of her neck in length.

The clothes Dagmar had borrowed earlier off Draco fit well now. Draco felt a bit like he was having an out-of-body experience as Dagmar, still lightly panting, inspected her hands. She looked up at Draco—or, rather, Draco looked up at himself.

"Considering your face—" Dagmar rubbed her throat with a slight wince. "Herregud, listen to me. That is so weird to have your voice."

"It worked," Draco managed after shaking off the excess shock.

Dagmar stood up so that she could take a look at her reflection in a glass cupboard. She laughed, another weird thing for Draco to hear as he realized just how much hers differed from his. "Herregud. We did it."

"Yeah." Draco was still staring. He leaned his hip against the table and crossed his arms as Dagmar returned to him.

"Can I have your shoes, then?" she asked.

"Oh—yeah." Draco slipped them off. "I guess I'm up, am I?"

Dagmar picked up the hair she'd plucked earlier from her head and waited while Draco ladled himself some of the potion. His heart started to pound a little. "What's it feel like?"

"Very uncomfortable," Dagmar said. "Painful in places. I was mostly distracted by the feeling of your willy growing in."

Draco laughed suddenly enough at that to accidentally spill some of the potion down the side of his glass. "I'm not looking forward to the opposite of that."

"It's definitely strange. My head and chest are so light without any hair or baps. I also really don't know how you stand all the dangly parts."

Draco was at least braced this time to snort as Dagmar adjusted the crotch of her trousers with a fresh grimace on her face. "You're used to it, just in different places."

Dagmar handed him her hair, which Draco dropped into the glass. Just like with his, the potion thinned out. Rather than silver, it turned green.

"Well, here we go," Draco said.

"Sit down first," Dagmar warned him.

Draco did, and took a deep breath as he studied the drink. He wished now that he'd taken it at the same time as Dagmar so that he couldn't see just how painful it might be. Dagmar stood against his back, hands on Draco's shoulders, and Draco tried to ignore how weird it felt that they were his hands touching him the way Dagmar usually did. Before he could delay any further, Draco knocked back the potion.

His insides started shifting. For the briefest of seconds it felt to Draco like he'd just eaten something that didn't agree at all and was determined to shoot right for the other end. As the sensation worsened, Draco began to wish that's what was happening. An ache spread through his bones as his shoulders shrunk and his hips broadened. His head felt like every hair on his head was being tugged on. It grew past his eyes like an unraveling spool of thread. The feeling of his genitals shrivelling away horrified him. The way Draco leaned on the table started to hurt. When Draco sat up straighter, his chest was indeed weirdly heavy.

Everything came to a stop. Various aches and discomforts existed as a ghost but as far as Draco could tell where he sat, he was a woman.

Dagmar rested her bum on the edge of the table. "Well, look at you."

"I feel weird," Draco said. Thankfully Dagmar had a voice on the deeper side for a woman so Draco didn't have such a hard time with that.

"Join the club," Dagmar replied. "It'll wear off in a couple hours. Good news is once we bottle up a sample of this potion and get it to Snape, we don't have to think about this project anymore."

A good feeling managed to penetrate the agonizing dysphoria Draco experienced. He stood up, still shaky, and pushed his hair back away from his face as he slipped into Dagmar's shoes.

Dagmar bent down to pick up the hair tie she'd lost through the course of transformation. "Come here, I'll get your hair out of your way. It's a pain in the arse after too long if you leave it down."

Whether Dagmar meant him to or not, Draco wound up facing his reflection. He stared at himself with that same moony expression Dagmar sometimes had when she was stressed out. It was weird to watch himself braid her hair, something Draco had never actually done.

"There you go." Dagmar ran a hand over Draco's shoulder when she was done. "Let's get a sample of this to Professor Snape before it has a chance to spoil or something. I'm not sure how stable it is, and I'd rather not find out."

"Sure."

With something to do, Draco started to feel better. He took it upon himself to ladle their sample. Even little things were beginning to become apparent. His hands felt weird since his fingers were slimmer. The ladle was ever so slightly heavier than it had been a few minutes ago. Dagmar didn't have as much strength in her arms as Draco did this deep into the Quidditch season.

"Should I vanish the rest?" Dagmar asked. "I don't think we should leave it here just in case another student comes by and recognizes it for what it is."

"Might as well," Draco replied. "If for some reason this sample degrades by the time we get it to Snape, we know how to make it now and we still have plenty of time before the deadline. We could always whip up another cauldron."

"Ja."

The initial shock of being in a different body was starting to wear off. Draco was capable of feeling amused as he listened to his own voice with Dagmar's mild accent. He wondered if after living long enough in Norway he would develop a similar one.

With their station cleared down and the Polyjuice Potion in Draco's hand, they headed off for Snape's office. Draco started to feel weird again as they walked. Moving the way he usually did didn't feel right and he was forced to adjust to accommodate a different skeletal structure. Draco was weirdly aware of his chest. He kept pulling the sweater away as if that would help him forget there were literal bags of fat hanging off his front.

Dagmar laughed softly beside him. "Doing all right?"

"I definitely like them better when they're on you." Draco pulled a face. "Bloody hell, I can even feel my arse jiggling when I walk."

"I feel so firm. Except—"

Draco grabbed Dagmar's hand before she could tug on her trousers again. "Not in the hallway. Come on, you know better."

"It's annoying."

"Every other bloke in this school manages to resist the urge. You can too."

Draco slid his fingers through Dagmar's as a means to distract. That felt weird too as he was reminded of how small his hands were now. It at least still felt right between him and Dagmar, even if he was looking over at her now as if they walked with a mirror between them. Dagmar returned his smile, and while strange to study himself it was nice for Draco to see what he looked like when happy.

They let go of each other as they approached Snape's office. Draco couldn't decide if he was surprised Snape was actually here on a Friday night.

"Er, Professor?" he addressed him.

Snape looked up from his desk. "Evening, Ms. Ramstad, Mr. Malfoy. What can I do for you?"

"We finished our Polyjuice Potion," Draco said before Snape could think this was about the last time they'd privately spoken. He set the vial on Snape's desk. "We just tested it and it worked."

"Can we hand in our notes during Tuesday's lesson so we have a chance to make a nicer copy?" Dagmar asked.

"I'd rather take the rough one so I can see your thought process," he replied, setting Dagmar on digging in her bag. Snape studied both of them. "You're currently under its effect?"

"Yep," Draco answered.

"You realize only one of you had to take it to test it, yes?"

Dagmar snorted. All Draco could do was shrug. "Oh well."

"The only other thing I would like from you is to know how long your potion lasts before it wears off." Snape accepted the pile of parchment from Dagmar.

"How long can it last?" Draco asked.

"The longest known is twelve hours."

Draco grunted, unsure how to feel about that. He sincerely doubted he and Dagmar had done that well. "If we don't change back by the time we go to bed, how will we know the duration?"

"You'll know. If you manage longer than an hour, I will be truly impressed."

Draco certainly felt lighter leaving there. Ever since the first day of classes, that project had been looming over him.

"Remember when you were panicking about the fluxweed?" he asked Dagmar. "Feels like ages ago."

"What a load off." Dagmar sighed. "I certainly learned a lot from making such a complicated potion from scratch, but I'm not sure I ever want to do it again."

"Until you need something." Draco took Dagmar's hand again. "If you can make a potion from scratch you can do anything. I think for you that skill would come in really handy as a Healer."

"Ja," Dagmar agreed with a new smile. "Thoughts on going upstairs?"

Draco raised his eyebrows, scoffing nervously. "Little blunt, that is."

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," Dagmar reminded him with a squeeze. "I just really want to take these trousers off."

Draco laughed. "I guess. Well, if this turned out to be a good batch of Polyjuice Potion, it could be nearly breakfast tomorrow before we change back. We might as well spend the night."

"Might as well."

Since Dagmar wasn't pushing for anything, Draco started to relax about what their night might hold in store. He was actually getting used to this new body now. It helped he and Dagmar were the same height. Draco was a little less aware of the more prominent physical differences between them. Until Draco thought about it, he was no longer aware of how things moved with the sway of his hips. The sweater he wore—one of his that now fit loose—didn't restrict his chest in the way Dagmar complained about once in a while with her bras. Draco counted himself lucky Dagmar didn't insist he try that out to see just why she hated them so much.

One thing he did notice was that despite his sweater hiding everything from view, the gazes of passing boys still flicked that way. Draco frowned.

"Not that I'm not guilty. . ." he said to Dagmar in Norwegian, "but do blokes always just instantly glance at your chest?"

"Ja," Dagmar breezily replied. "I think we're all guilty. It's not even really sexual, just human nature."

"I guess I'm only noticing that now because I've never had them before."

It still made Draco self-conscious. He hadn't really thought how weird this situation might seem to somebody else. Walking around in someone else's body, even though Dagmar did the same right beside him, felt somehow wrong in regards to the rest of the school population.

He was relieved when they finally made it to the Room of Requirement. Before the door even closed Dagmar was working on her trousers. Draco was just happy to be somewhere more private. He laid down on the bed, pulling a face at how his chest moved with his momentum.

"They have a bit of a mind of their own, don't they?" he asked.

"Truly magical."

Draco snorted. That he could agree with. If he hadn't seen Dagmar mindlessly (and sometimes not so mindlessly) playing with her own, he'd feel weird about pushing them around a bit. The feeling was still more fascinating in his hand than his chest, which was interesting. It meant women played with their own to experience that jiggling feeling too. Maybe that too was more general human nature than sexual.

Dagmar laid down beside him. "Having fun?"

"Yeah." Draco had both cupped in his hands.

"I'm not so sure, myself." Dagmar jested. Now that they were somewhere more private, she adjusted herself through the pants she'd borrowed off Draco earlier. "I want to play with it, but I can't even get comfortable."

"You get used to it," Draco said. "I miss mine, but I'm too focused on other things, anyway."

He was starting to understand why Dagmar complained all the time about being cold. While the castle still retained a bit of chill from the receding winter, Draco felt it more than usual and certainly more than earlier. He pulled back the blanket so that he could curl up underneath. Dagmar wasn't far behind him and it was only with minimal hesitation Draco let her wrap him up in her arms. She was much warmer and while it was strange to cuddle with himself, Draco generally enjoyed being held like that by her. He missed softness in the body beside him, was the only thing. Running his hand over her hip out of habit didn't have to same effect when it wasn't as fleshy.

"You know what's nice?" Dagmar asked. "I always feel like I'm a big person. Not fat, you know, but just tall and all that. Right now my body seems a little small."

Draco chuckled. "You feel even smaller to me now that I know what your side of this is like."

Dagmar slid a hand up the back of Draco's sweater to scratch his back. That at least hadn't changed in how good it felt. Draco turned his face more toward Dagmar yet again out of habit, and paused after opening his eyes. His and Dagmar's noses were almost close enough to brush. Draco wanted to kiss her, but he wasn't sure about how weird kissing himself would be. Because it was Dagmar, Draco at least didn't think of it as kissing a man. He'd never felt any curiosity for that experience, although he was quickly finding that in a situation like this he was malleable to try.

Draco closed his eyes again as Dagmar leaned in. His own lips felt different, less soft than Draco preferred. Dagmar sought a way to make up for it, treating him as gently as possible as they fit together against each other. Habit had Draco trying to grope Dagmar, which ended their kiss with twin snorts when he came up empty-handed.

Dagmar resituated her head on the pillow and smiled deviously as she did what Draco had attempted. Her hand soon wandered down through the valley of Draco's waist and came to rest on his hip. Dagmar regarded him thoughtfully. "Anything you've ever been curious about?"

"Like what?"

"Anything. You're always so curious about things like my period. I find it hard to believe there's nothing else."

Draco hummed. "Plenty I guess, but where are you going with this?"

"I wouldn't mind fooling around if you're into it." Dagmar couldn't resist a grin. "I'm curious about some things and I don't think there's any better time to give them a try."

"What're you curious about, then?" Draco lifted his jaw at her.

"Wouldn't mind trying a wank or something to see how it's different," Dagmar said. "Definitely curious what it feels like to be inside a woman based on how you enjoy it, but I understand if that's too much."

Draco wasn't as leery about it all as he thought he might be. He definitely understood the allure of experiencing the opposite sex's orgasm. Dagmar's always seemed so much more intense than his.

"I mean. . ." Draco shrugged. "We'll stop if it gets weird, right? Or if anything's uncomfortable?"

"Nothing's changed, there."

Draco smiled, encouraged. Thank god for him in this situation that he and Dagmar held onto that as a basic principle of their relationship. Now that he was in her position, he appreciated it all the more. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be groped at or pressured into doing anything if that was their usual dynamic. He felt comfortable enough to kiss her first this time. Draco wasn't quite yet ready to hand the reins over to Dagmar, who seemed just as content to let him take lead.

Dagmar exhaled through her nose when Draco touched her through her pants. "Little forward, are we?"

"Trust me, I know my way around it better than anyone."

Dagmar laughed.

It remained strange to touch it on someone else, but Draco still knew the pace he liked best when warming up. Sure enough, Dagmar was soon blushing and pressing her face into the pillow as she grew hard in Draco's hand.

"It really doesn't feel too different." Dagmar's eyelids still hooded in a way Draco recognized as he slowly stroked her. "Just in a different place."

Draco was beginning to understand what she meant by that. He hadn't really been able to imagine how arousal would change in a female body. As it started to bud within him, he likened it slightly to wearing tight pants. Everything was crammed up inside and swelling only meant resistance. There was a slight heat to it, which seeped up into Draco's lower abdomen and down his inner thighs.

Dagmar came closer again to kiss Draco, accidentally pulling Draco's hair by putting her elbow on his braid. Usually it was Draco that had to be mindful, which lightened the air between them again before Dagmar made herself a home with her mouth attached to Draco's neck. That felt heavenly too, since Dagmar was so much more sensitive there than Draco was. He shivered and stiffened intermittently while she nibbled, licked, and sucked away. The ache in his lap had taken on a throb, only getting worse as Dagmar sought out the other places on her body Draco ever garnered the most reaction from. Gooseflesh followed the rake of her fingers over his stomach and Dagmar drew fire into Draco's thighs when the pads of her fingers sought the softer inner skin. Draco was certainly warm enough now to ditch his clothes, and his inhibitions were quickly going with them.

"Just to warn you," Dagmar murmured against Draco's ear as she slipped her hand between his legs. "Clits are a lot more sensitive."

Draco's focus shifted to see what she meant. It was a good thing she touched him gently, for the difference was immediately obvious. Every nerve ending focused in one little spot. Dagmar's muscle memory was obvious. Draco trembled if she got too carried away with it. She would ease off when it overwhelmed Draco.

Dagmar rested her forehead against Draco's. "Could I finger you?"

"Sure," Draco agreed. He was curious to see what the fuss was about that, too. If Dagmar expected them to go as far as intercourse, he'd appreciate an overview first.

He tensed at being touched, since normally that was where his balls should be. Nothing should ever be going inside his body there. Since nothing hurt the way Draco would expect were he still in a male body, he relaxed enough for Dagmar to slide one finger in. Really, it didn't feel like much at all.

"Don't be alarmed if you feel like you have to pee," Dagmar told him with a soft kiss. "You won't."

Draco furrowed his brow, but he understood what she meant after a few moments. He laughed a little. "I see why you like that."

"Feels good, right?"

It started feeling really good when Dagmar added a second finger. Draco expected some discomfort with it, but really now he thought about it he couldn't remember the last time Dagmar was uncomfortable with anything inside her. There were a couple times a new position didn't work for her if the angle was weird, but that was more to do with lacking pleasure than presence of pain.

Dagmar groaned against Draco's lips as he finally had enough mind about him to stroke her again. "I want to try going down on you."

Draco was feeling pretty pliant. "'Kay."

Rather than slide down the bed, Dagmar bent down over between Draco's legs. He couldn't see what she was doing, but his breath caught regardless as a tongue slid through such sensitive parts. Draco nearly slapped Dagmar's back in his haste to hold onto something, which drew a laugh from Dagmar as she let off. "Now you know why I love it so much."

"Yeah, I get it."

Her head dropped back down. Draco allowed himself another moment to enjoy it before he could focus again on her. Stroking Dagmar was a little awkward with the angle her legs and his arm were at. It was just as fascinating to watch her fuck his hand.

"Hey," Draco said to get her attention. Even though his heart rate picked up a little, Draco wanted to do something for Dagmar the same way she did for him. "Could you come closer?"

Dagmar paused again. "How so?"

"I might as well give it a shot. Why not."

"Sure," Dagmar laughed. "I wouldn't mind knowing what all the fuss is."

She sat up long enough to get her pants right off. Draco figured he'd be intimidated or uncomfortable at the prospect of giving a blow job, but right now it was Dagmar's and Draco didn't like doing nothing in return. Her groan as Draco took her into his mouth more than made it worth it.

Hot breath spilled over Draco's inner thigh. "That is nice."

"Mhm."

Draco kept on, but he was becoming increasingly distracted by swelling pleasure. He couldn't help but quiver, and it was too hard to hold back on making a peep. He let off of Dagmar with his mouth, forehead against her thigh instead as everything wound into place and the best kind of heat rolled confidently through his body. His trembling worsened as Dagmar's mouth on him became too much.

She let off before he could ask her to. Her hair was a mess, her jaw lax as she sat up. Dagmar wiped her mouth off on the back of her hand as the two of them looked at each other.

"I think women got the better deal," Draco said.

Dagmar snorted her way into a laugh. Draco joined in, although now his shakiness had changed back to shivers. Dagmar joined him under the blanket when he pulled it up over himself. She poked his lower stomach, still having not cum.

"Did you still want to try fucking me?" Draco asked.

Dagmar broke into a slow smirk. "You offering?"

Draco nudged her. "Wouldn't bring it up if I wasn't."

He felt a little shy as Dagmar rolled him onto his back and took up between his legs, but it was a good shy. This was by far Draco's favourite way to be with her when in their normal bodies, and he was extremely curious to know if it was as good on the receiving end as Dagmar let on. He did like the weight of her whenever she was on top, but Draco certainly felt more vulnerable right now.

Dagmar had to sit back on her knees when it came to joining their bodies so she could see what she was doing. The furrow in her brow endeared Draco and reminded him of the first time he ever tried to figure out how to get himself into someone else. At least the Polyjuice Potion put Draco in Dagmar's body as was. Draco wasn't really keen to find out what a woman's first time felt like.

He underestimated anyway just how big a penis would feel. Granted, Draco was on the girthier side, but he tensed regardless of lack of pain. Dagmar pulled back out.

"It didn't hurt, did it?" she asked.

"No, it's just not what I'm used to."

"I get that." Dagmar kissed his knee. "Whenever you're ready."

Draco squeezed her leg and looked instead up at the ceiling. If he could just focus entirely on restricting his body's reflexes, this would go a lot easier. He doubled down as Dagmar tried again.

She chuckled. "What're you making that face for?"

"Concentrating."

"Clearly."

It still didn't hurt thankfully, so Draco relaxed. It was strange to have something inside him like that but he could appreciate what Dagmar liked about it. Being held open had similar tenets to being the one squeezed.

Dagmar made a face too that brought a breathy laugh out of Draco. "You look lost."

"Ja. . .I'm not going to last long."

She certainly seemed distracted when she leaned down to kiss Draco. It didn't surprise him at all when Dagmar gasped against his shoulder less than a minute later. Draco could feel what she meant about him pulsing inside her, and he only just realized that he was going to find out very soon how little fun it was to clean out after being cummed into.

Dagmar's weight on top of Draco restricted his breathing. He still could well enough so he didn't see the harm in waiting until she was ready to move. He scratched and rubbed her back while nuzzling her.

She exhaled heavily. "Well, I certainly have a brand new respect on your ability to hold off."

Draco laughed. "Believe me, my first couple years of shagging was pretty much just like that."

Dagmar rolled off beside Draco, reaching again for the blanket. She ran her fingers back through her hair. "I honestly didn't think you'd want to give anything a go."

Draco shrugged. "It was weirder when we first took the potion, but I got used to it. I don't even really see myself right now because I know it's you."

"It didn't feel strange to you at all as a woman?"

"Yeah, but not necessarily in a bad way." Draco curled up tighter with the blanket around his shoulders. "I don't know. I think it helps to know it's only temporary."

Dagmar scratched his back under the covers. "I had fun, anyway. I appreciated the chance to know what things are like from your perspective."

Draco snorted. "What shade of red do you think Snape would turn if we'd included this in our notes?"

"Somewhere between brick and burgundy, I'd wager."