Sorry it's taken me so damn long to update but I was suffering MAJOR writer's block. However, I'm back with chapter 4, though it's probably pretty short. Thanks to everyone that has reviewed so far.



4. Pleasures of the Flesh

Harry groggily woke up, fighting to open his eyes and squinting as a bright white light scored his retinas.

"What the hell?" he muttered to himself, his throat raw.

"Nice to see you're awake, Mr Potter," came a silky, female voice from the other side of the room.

"Too bright," Harry rasped.

The light dimmed and Harry dared himself to open his eyes. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the speaker.

Calixa was standing in the doorway, wearing a very short, revealing white nurses uniform with white fishnet stockings and suspenders, teamed with white PVC boots and a little white nurses hat.

"I've been waiting a while for you to wake up," she continued, closing the door and walking slowly over to Harry.

"I- I- "he tried to begin, but Calixa pressed a long, pale forefinger to his lips to silence him.

"You should have a drink before you talk."

Harry took a gulp from the glass of water in her hand and sat up, smiling. "Thanks."

"My pleasure. Anything you want or need, I'm here to do for you," she said, her voice full of promise and secret.

Once again, Harry found himself unable to breathe as Calixa knelt behind him on the bed and began to gently knead the muscles in his shoulders.

"You're so tense," she murmured into his ear.

"Hmm," was all Harry could reply, suppressing a moan as the long fingers moved down, now massaging the muscles in his back.

"Why is that Harry?" Calixa coaxed, moving her hands even lower, pressing her breasts against his back.

"Dunno," he mumbled, closing his eyes.

"Always so much pressure on you, isn't there? Always expected to save the world and do well at school in the process. Besides, it doesn't help that you're in love with someone and neither of you know it."

Harry's eyes shot open. "What? I'm not in love with anyone!" he protested.

Sliding off the bed, Calixa moved to once again stand in front of Harry. "I believe I said that neither of you know it. Yet."

"Do you know who it is?" ventured Harry.

"Yes."

"Are you going to tell me?"

"I can't. You two have to work it out for yourselves."

"I really don't think that's playing fair!"

Calixa raised and eyebrow and smiled slightly. Her hands moved to the buttons of her dress and slowly, teasingly, she undid the first three, revealing a black, lacy bra to Harry.

"Neither's that," he added, his voice husky.

Calixa moved forward and straddled Harry's lap, placing a kiss to his mouth. She pulled back and smiled again.

The dark hair suddenly turned blond and the curved female body became taller and more muscular. The nurses uniform turned into black leather pants and a black tank top.

"Since when do Malfoy's play fair?" asked Draco.

Harry let out a yell and suddenly woke up drenched in a cold sweat. Ron was snoring, his body wrapped around Hermione's. Draco was curled up in the corner only a few tufts of his platinum hair peeking out from the top of the sleeping bag.

Next to him, Calixa's dark head lifted slightly from her arms and she looked sleepily at him.

"You alright?"

Harry nodded, remembering his dream.

"Good," yawned Calixa. "G'night."

"Yea...night," he replied, laying back down and staring at the ceiling.

When Dumbledore came to wake them at seven the next morning, Harry was still staring at the ceiling, still pondering his thoughts.



Like I said, short chapter, painfully short, but there will be more soon and I hope you enjoyed this one.

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