Harry Potter and the Unfortunate Polyjuice Potion Chapter One. By EternalSenshi, Colleen Lupin, and Lexi. We don't own HP (though we do claim that Remus Lupin belongs to us...just kidding). Please R&R
"All right, everyone ready?" Hermionie asked.
"I dunno. I mean, what if I'm stuck looking like...like, wait, who's hair do I have?" Ron asked.
"Oh! Sorry." Harry said, switching Crabbe's hair for Goyle's.
"Right. What if I'm stuck looking like Crabbe for the rest of my life? I don't want to be UGLY! I mean, I like what I look like, I don't want to look like some slug or something like that..."
This continued in vain for several minutes, until Harry hit Ron across the face. Ron fell to the floor.
"Ow! Harry!"
"You're not going to stay Crabbe, okay?" Harry growled.
"If Hermionie did the potion ri-"
"I BEG YOUR PARDON?!" Hermionie burst out. "I happen to be the genius here, not you, Ron Weasley."
"All right, all right, but who's hair do you have?" Ron asked.
Hermionie was flustered. "I...uh, found it on some Slytherine girl's robes in the laundry."
In truth, Hermionie had grabbed a hair on her robe after the Dueling Club.
"But we don't have a laun-" Ron started.
"All right, let's put the hairs in." Hermionie said quickly. She dropped the hair in the potion, which turned a sickly burgundy.
"Uh, wonder if that's Millicent Bullstrode." Harry noted.
"At least it's not a cat." Ron said.
Hermionie laughed shrilly. *It better not be,* she thought.
After the boys added their hairs, the three toasted a dreading-this-moment-cheers, and drank. Hermionie quickly dropped her glass.
"I'm going to be sick." she said, and ran into a stall. She felt a bubbling feeling going through her veins and wanted to scream in pain. *Oh, not good. Not good. Not good at all.* she thought.
Suddenly, it stopped. She felt an itch at her chest. *God, my bra feels loose,* she thought, feeling it slip to the floor. Her skirt also fell to the floor. She looked down at the rumpled fabric and noticed a bulge in her underwear. She stood frozen for a moment as her vision blurred. *I am going to faint,* she thought, then realized she wasn't blacking out.
Taking a deep breath, she squinted at the body part in question and screamed loud enough to shake the foundations of the castle. *Oh my Gods! I have a dick! My boobs are gone and I have a dick!! Besides that, I can't see...and I mean I only know one person this thin...no...oh no...I can't be...*
Pulling a compact mirror out of her skirt pocket, she looked at herself, and screamed again.
"Hermionie, are you okay?" came Harry's voice rapping on her stall.
"Don't you dare come in here!" Hermionie threatened back, clasping her hands over her crotch. *Hmmm...must be a guy reflex...* "Go on without me!*
"Wha-?" Ron's voice rang out. "Look, this was your idea!"
"Hermionie, it's okay, we all look ugly. You are naturally a lot better looking that Millicent Bullstrode." Harry replied.
*Harry...ever the sweet one...okay, got to think fast... "Look, guys, you're wasting your time, plus, it will look weird if we are all together, just go!"
"Okay, come on, Ron." Harry took charge, and they left.
Once Hermionie was sure they were gone, she peeked out of the stall and noticed Harry's glasses lying on a sink. She put them on and everything came into focus, including her reflection. *Wow, Harry has a nice body. I mean, his muscles are a little wiry, but look at these abs. Man, I can't believe the Dursleys did this to him, he is so thin.*
Admiring Hermionie-Harry in nary but his underwear close-by was none other than Moaning Myrtle.
"Oh, Harry, you look like a GOD!" she squealed happily, floating over.
"Myrtle! Ah! Get away from me!!" Hermionie quickly grabbed Harry's discarded robes and put them on, fending off Myrtle with one hand. "It's Hermionie, Myrtle! I took Polyjuice Potion and accidentally added Harry's hair to it!" she offered to the swooning ghost.
"Oh, what a foul trick!" Myrtle sniffed. "But just between us, I think he is gorgeous!"
Hermionie laughed and nodded. *So clumsy on these feet but so graceful in the air...oh Gods! How am I going to explain this?* This was really, really freaky. But, soon it would be an hour spent, and she'd be back to Hermionie -- a GIRL. All she had to do was wait.
***
*Yup, half an hour gone, all I need to do is wait. Any minute.* Hermionie thought happily. *Any minute...but DAMN! How could I not notice that Harry was this hot?*
***
An hour was only two minutes away. Hermionie's happiness turned into nervousness, and she started to sweat. She had to keep pushing Harry's glasses up her nose, and looked at her watch nervously.
*One minute, thirty seconds...one minute....thirty seconds...Why isn't his body turning back into my own?* she thought, sweating profusely. *Ten...nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...*
***
Cliffhanger!! You'll have to read the next chapter to find out what happens!! See ya!
ES, CL, L.
"All right, everyone ready?" Hermionie asked.
"I dunno. I mean, what if I'm stuck looking like...like, wait, who's hair do I have?" Ron asked.
"Oh! Sorry." Harry said, switching Crabbe's hair for Goyle's.
"Right. What if I'm stuck looking like Crabbe for the rest of my life? I don't want to be UGLY! I mean, I like what I look like, I don't want to look like some slug or something like that..."
This continued in vain for several minutes, until Harry hit Ron across the face. Ron fell to the floor.
"Ow! Harry!"
"You're not going to stay Crabbe, okay?" Harry growled.
"If Hermionie did the potion ri-"
"I BEG YOUR PARDON?!" Hermionie burst out. "I happen to be the genius here, not you, Ron Weasley."
"All right, all right, but who's hair do you have?" Ron asked.
Hermionie was flustered. "I...uh, found it on some Slytherine girl's robes in the laundry."
In truth, Hermionie had grabbed a hair on her robe after the Dueling Club.
"But we don't have a laun-" Ron started.
"All right, let's put the hairs in." Hermionie said quickly. She dropped the hair in the potion, which turned a sickly burgundy.
"Uh, wonder if that's Millicent Bullstrode." Harry noted.
"At least it's not a cat." Ron said.
Hermionie laughed shrilly. *It better not be,* she thought.
After the boys added their hairs, the three toasted a dreading-this-moment-cheers, and drank. Hermionie quickly dropped her glass.
"I'm going to be sick." she said, and ran into a stall. She felt a bubbling feeling going through her veins and wanted to scream in pain. *Oh, not good. Not good. Not good at all.* she thought.
Suddenly, it stopped. She felt an itch at her chest. *God, my bra feels loose,* she thought, feeling it slip to the floor. Her skirt also fell to the floor. She looked down at the rumpled fabric and noticed a bulge in her underwear. She stood frozen for a moment as her vision blurred. *I am going to faint,* she thought, then realized she wasn't blacking out.
Taking a deep breath, she squinted at the body part in question and screamed loud enough to shake the foundations of the castle. *Oh my Gods! I have a dick! My boobs are gone and I have a dick!! Besides that, I can't see...and I mean I only know one person this thin...no...oh no...I can't be...*
Pulling a compact mirror out of her skirt pocket, she looked at herself, and screamed again.
"Hermionie, are you okay?" came Harry's voice rapping on her stall.
"Don't you dare come in here!" Hermionie threatened back, clasping her hands over her crotch. *Hmmm...must be a guy reflex...* "Go on without me!*
"Wha-?" Ron's voice rang out. "Look, this was your idea!"
"Hermionie, it's okay, we all look ugly. You are naturally a lot better looking that Millicent Bullstrode." Harry replied.
*Harry...ever the sweet one...okay, got to think fast... "Look, guys, you're wasting your time, plus, it will look weird if we are all together, just go!"
"Okay, come on, Ron." Harry took charge, and they left.
Once Hermionie was sure they were gone, she peeked out of the stall and noticed Harry's glasses lying on a sink. She put them on and everything came into focus, including her reflection. *Wow, Harry has a nice body. I mean, his muscles are a little wiry, but look at these abs. Man, I can't believe the Dursleys did this to him, he is so thin.*
Admiring Hermionie-Harry in nary but his underwear close-by was none other than Moaning Myrtle.
"Oh, Harry, you look like a GOD!" she squealed happily, floating over.
"Myrtle! Ah! Get away from me!!" Hermionie quickly grabbed Harry's discarded robes and put them on, fending off Myrtle with one hand. "It's Hermionie, Myrtle! I took Polyjuice Potion and accidentally added Harry's hair to it!" she offered to the swooning ghost.
"Oh, what a foul trick!" Myrtle sniffed. "But just between us, I think he is gorgeous!"
Hermionie laughed and nodded. *So clumsy on these feet but so graceful in the air...oh Gods! How am I going to explain this?* This was really, really freaky. But, soon it would be an hour spent, and she'd be back to Hermionie -- a GIRL. All she had to do was wait.
***
*Yup, half an hour gone, all I need to do is wait. Any minute.* Hermionie thought happily. *Any minute...but DAMN! How could I not notice that Harry was this hot?*
***
An hour was only two minutes away. Hermionie's happiness turned into nervousness, and she started to sweat. She had to keep pushing Harry's glasses up her nose, and looked at her watch nervously.
*One minute, thirty seconds...one minute....thirty seconds...Why isn't his body turning back into my own?* she thought, sweating profusely. *Ten...nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...*
***
Cliffhanger!! You'll have to read the next chapter to find out what happens!! See ya!
ES, CL, L.