A/N All disclamers apply. See chapter 1 for list of credits.
This story is taking a slightly different direction from what was originally planned, but I like it. This particular chapter was very difficult to write, hense the long delay. I apologize, but you know, crap like real life came up.
But now, without further ado, on to the story
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Chapter
3
Quidditch
Draco was furious. What was the point of inviting them both to the meeting if the only one Professor Slughorn was interested talking to was Potter? It's almost like she didn't even exist. Well, Potter must get some credit – if an idea or explanation originated from Draco he surely pointed that out. But she might as well have stayed in her room.
True to the plan they discussed the psychological changes that one incurs after gender change. It would have been nice to know about these things before hand. Oh, that's why they were having these meetings to begin with. It made sense that Draco was certainly a girl now, not just in body, but in mind and emotions. She couldn't forget the first time she burst into tears during last Quidditch practice. Her mind kept telling her to go into dive completely differently from what her body felt like doing and she just couldn't do the full flip. It was very frustrating, but to cry because of that? Unthinkable. Draco hoped no one saw how she dashed into the changing rooms to presumably treat a cut on her foot, as if Draco as a boy would even notice that cut. Quidditch was important, but crying over homework or grades? Did all girls do that? Or was just on edge more than others?
These thoughts kept Draco busy for the better part of the following week. Things certainly weren't getting easier, so it was about time to get used to the changes. Draco decided to give into her new obsession with late autumn afternoon sun and spent most of her afternoons on the grounds. Her favorite spot was not far from the lake, it was relatively secluded area behind a large boulder. But from here Draco had full view of the Hogwarts grounds and even a little area over the Quidditch pitch. Flying was getting easier and Draco attributed this to her watching girls in other teams practicing. Traditionally, the Slytherin team only had boys playing. Gender discrimination was always present, but never voiced. So the team couldn't simply dismiss Draco as a seeker because she was suddenly a girl. As long as she played well enough, that is. There were certainly benefits to playing Quidditch as a girl: sitting on a broom, for example. Draco didn't even want to think about flying again after becoming a boy again. Girls were lucky. Also, her lighter weight ensured that she was more maneuverable. However, not more than Potter. He was simply unbeatable. He flew on the broom like he owned the pitch, he felt in air like fish in water, with graceful fluidity and decisive maneuvers. He certainly was a sight to watch during practice, being all over the pitch, managing the team's practice due to his captainship, and still managing to catch the illusive snitch. He wasn't hard to spot between his teammates. Normally unkempt hair was now artistically windswept, his glasses shining in the setting sunlight during dives and turns. Draco shivered. It was getting cold, the training would be over soon and she certainly didn't feel like running into any Gryffindors on her way to the dungeons. She collected her books into her bookbag and started the accent to the castle.
It was quiet in the corridors, but lack of wind did not add any warmth and Draco's hands were going blue. She felt someone deposit a cloak over her shoulders and turned in surprise, saw that it was just Theodore Nott and gratefully smiled.
'You looked like you needed a cloak. Enjoying the weather?'
'Yeah'
His hand was still on her shoulder, adding welcomed warmth.
'What were you studying today? We don't have any homework due tomorrow.'
'Just flipping through some notes. Nothing in particular.' Draco shrugged.
They descended the staircase to the dungeons. Everything was so familiar here. Same narrow passageways. Same hidden corridors and secret doors.
'Do you think I could join you tomorrow? I need to revise for Arithmancy and I would never get to it on my own, and you always get top marks in it, perhaps you can give me a few tips'
They were walking very slowly, Draco didn't feel like rushing to the gloomy dungeon and she was still a bit scatterbrained from being outdoors for so long.
'Arithmancy sounds like fun. Sure, I can help you out. If you bring this cloak of yours.'
In fact warmth finally started seeping into Draco's hands and she no longer felt like shivering.
'Would you like hot chocolate? We can stop by the kitchen.'
'Hot chocolate sounds nice'
Theo steered her towards one of the hidden passages behind a tapestry. Draco was one of the few upperclassmen that new about existence of this passageway. Its existence was probably one of the best kept secrets in Slytherin and she wasn't even sure that Filch knew about it. Draco was getting warm and Theo's hand was reassuringly supporting her lower back, his voice quiet and deep.
'Your eyes are so bright in this light, it's probably from the wind. It's amazing what it did to your hair.'
He leaned a little closer and almost whispered to her cheek. It was so nice and comfortable, just the best place to be in the world. Draco looked Theo in the eyes. She didn't know how a girl should react in a situation like that and decided to keep quiet. They stopped now and Draco was only mildly surprised when Theo gently kissed her cheek. He kept close distance and his breath was warm and sweet. She leaned into his touch and their cheeks touched. Draco closed her eyes in bliss.
'This is nice'.
Theo kept kissing her cheek, wrapping both his hands around her waist, gently breathing on her neck and cuddling her whole being. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of being cared and his lips were so soft that she wanted to feel them, but didn't dare move her hands that were now pressing against his firm chest. So she did the only thing that came to her bleary mind: she slightly turned her head upward and their lips met.
It was the most amazing experience Draco has ever had. It was soft, warm and gentle, it was gratifying, fulfilling and leaving you for wanting more, so much more. Theo's hands were moving softly over her back, neck and shoulders, and Draco didn't even feel as she was slowly pressed against a wall with Theo's body full shielding her from the world.
Draco had no idea how long this bliss lasted, but at some point she realized that it has got to stop. Her robe was half way open, one of Theo's hands was caressing her breast, and the other slowly sliding down her back. She wanted out, tried turning the head, but his mouth was so insistent. It was no longer slow and gentle and his movements became urgent and erratic. He was breathing heavily and pressing her hard into the wall.
'Theo', she tried to talk to him, but he continued urgently sucking on her neck.
She tried pushing him away with both her hands still firmly pressed against his chest. But he was like a rock.
'Theo, stop'
'Why, don't you like this?' and he shifted his mouth a little bit lower, around her collarbone.
Draco started panicking. He wasn't letting up.
'Theo, this is too fast. We have to stop now.'
No response.
'Theo, I don't like this, stop!'
He was pulling up her blouse, his knee was painfully pressing between her legs and Draco was suddenly very much aware of what would become if she gave in to the pressure and spread her thighs.
With all her might she started fighting Theo's attempts, but it was all futile. She has never before felt so helpless and powerless. What's the point of being a witch if you can't defend yourself against an assailant?
Draco hoped someone, even Filch, would pass up to help her. She thought she felt a slight breeze as if someone opened a door on the other side of the corridor, but it was probably just her imagination. Theo had full hold of Draco's body and was much stronger than her.
And she was just a girl pressed against a wall.
She was pushing and telling him to stop over and over and over again, but it only intensified his molestations. He was everywhere, kissing and sucking and feeling and squeezing and pressing, and it was inevitable that if he persisted in such way he will have her way with her.
Draco was frantically beating Theo's chest and trying to push him away.
Suddenly, there was a rush of wind, a soft thud and a booming voice:
"She told you to stop! Leave her alone".
