Disclaimer: see prologue
Guide: "Speech", Thoughts, ~letters and other written things, "Parseltongue"
Warning: sexual themes and kinks, uniquely female problems, lemon meets Polyjuice Potion
Beta: ChrisCriss, thank you for the corrections! :)
AN: I'm deeply sorry for the hyper long delay. I know that June is a far cry from 'New Year's Eve'! I hope you'll still stay with this story. I tried to make the chapter a longer one in apology.
Last time: Harry and Draco played twister with their friends, as well as in private. Then they brewed the Polyjuice Potion modern human cauldron style and talked about having kids.
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Wednesday, 11th March 1998
"Good morning class," Professor Essentjelly greeted them. "I hope all of you are eager to test the Polyjuice Potion—at least the ones who passed the initial testing I performed." With glee he observed how his students shared a worried look with their Altair partner.
He'd spent all of yesterday evening brewing the potion that together with a little ritual, created a bracelet similar to a Muggle pulse monitor. It would have not been so bad if Severus had not insisted that he had to take the part of the human cauldron. He hated to be the cauldron, but he preferred it to brewing with Immaculé. And so, as stupid as it was, he wanted to get back at his students for forcing him to be the cauldron by scaring them a bit.
He smiled. "Nice to see that none of you tried the potion out beforehand. But I can ease your minds, all of your potions passed the initial test." Grabbing a box from his table he explained to them how he would track their Polyjuice Potions for how long they lasted. "These bracelets track the time between the two slight heart rhythm disturbances that occur during the change. I kindly ask you to return them to me. You can find me here tonight between eight and nine. If your potions should miraculously last longer than eight hours, please return them to me tomorrow morning between seven and eight. Please put the bracelets on now.
"While I'll return your potions, you may go to the bathrooms to exchange clothes with your Altair partner," Professor Essentjelly suggested.
"Don't you want to change, Hermione?" Draco asked when neither Hermione nor Blause did leave the room. "Your clothes won't fit Blaise."
"Really?" Hermione asked in challenge as she turned around. "I believe that a skirt suits Blaise fabulously. And the red and gold goes much better with his skin than the pale green and silver."
While Draco agreed with both statements, he did not want to see Blaise's naked ass because of ripped clothing.
Harry snickered beside him. "Automatic extension charm," he helpfully supplied, having seen Hermione perform the spell just yesterday evening in the Gryffindor common room.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, if I may ask you to take the potion one pair at a time," Professor Essentjelly said when everyone was back inside the classroom.
"You really should wear a skirt more often," Draco said as he looked at Hermione who was still in her skirt but looked like Blaise now. "I'll have to get you one for your birthday," he told Blaise.
"Very funny," Blaise replied as he grimaced at the sight of him in Hermione's Gryffindor school uniform. Why again did we agree to use extension charms instead of just exchanging clothes? he wondered.
"Cheers!" was Draco's only reply as he and Harry lifted their respective Polyjuice Potions in salutation. Last night they'd already celebrated the fact that they would not turn into a woman by worshipping each other's distinctively male body parts with their tongues and lips.
"Silver and gold, you're so cliché," Blaise teased when he saw the bright golden colour of the Polyjuice Potion that contained Harry's hair and the shiny silver potions that Harry was about to drink.
Tastes good, a bit like dark chocolate,Harry thought as he drank his Polyjuice Potion. Not as good as kissing Draco, but a definite improvement over tasting Goyle flavoured Polyjuice.
Soon, one after another all the Sexual Potions students turned into their Altair partner. "Before you try anything, your teachers were informed that we're testing the Polyjuice Potion today. So forget all about your plans to trick them," Professor Essentjelly warned.
"So the rest of the students body is still fair game," Dean smirked.
"And no surprise tests for the rest of the day either," Blaise added joyfully. Hermione made a sad face at that statement, which made Blaise's smile grow even larger.
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"Did Blaise tell you the password?" Harry asked Hermione as they stood in front of the wall that hid the entrance to the Slytherin common room.
"Urgh," Hermione groaned. "That bastard. I told him the way and password for Gryffindor tower and instead of telling me the Slytherin one he went dow—kissed me as a distraction," she quickly corrected.
"Pure-Blood," Harry tried the password from years ago. It did not work.
"Blood purity, sacred twenty-eight, magic is might, blood traitors?" Hermione unsuccessfully tried to guess the password.
"I would have thought that Blaise does not want you to walk around in a skirt the whole day," Harry commented. "We can always enter through the Gryffindor common room," he suggested.
"Maybe it would open if you said something in Parseltongue?" Hermione asked.
"Open," Harry hissed. The wall did not move. "Open Sesame? Slytherin rules?"
"Are you sure that this is the right place?" Pansy Parkinson, or rather Ernie Macmillan asked as he walked towards the pair. "Pansy's map is not the most accurate."
"Yes," Harry and Hermione said in unison.
"Constant vigilance," he said and the door opened.
What a strange but still somehow fitting password for Slytherin, Hermione thought.
"This way," Harry had to whisper to her as she was about to go up the girl's stairs in her attempt to take in everything at once. "You're Blaise, remember?"
When they reached their respective Altair rooms their partners were not to be found. After changing their clothes or in Harry's case just exchanging his books, already having exchanged his shoes and tie with Draco, they left for the Great Hall. It was only then that they found out why their partners conveniently 'forgot' to tell them the password. The two Slytherins were surrounding Ron at a deserted end of the Gryffindor table. It was clear that they were fishing for embarrassing information by misusing the trust the red-head placed in his two closest friends.
"Blaise Zabini," Hermione angrily said when she and Harry reached them after casting a quick Muffliato. "You'll stop this right now, or you'll be wearing skirts for the rest of your school days."
"Hermione?" Ron asked confused, looking back and forth between Blaise and Hermione. The person sitting next to him looked exactly like Hermione, but did not behave like her usual self. Zabini, on the other hand, sounded just like Hermione when she was angry. And except for his mother, so far no one was able to copy just the exact tone of her angry voice.
"Polyjuice Potion," Hermione told him and Ron smacked his face with his hand.
"Spoil sport," Blaise complained, but made room so that Hermione could sit down between him and Ron.
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About half of the students had changed back during at the end of their Charms class, roughly four hours after they took the Polyjuice Potion. Professor Flitwick took the interruptions with grace, welcoming the students back into their own bodies and congratulating them on having successfully brewed the Polyjuice Potion, not saying anything when some of the students fled the classroom to exchange clothes once more.
To not reveal the Altair subjects to the younger students, the seventh years that where still under the influence of the Polyjuice Potion were asked to spend the time until they changed back in their Altair common room or their private room. Being the model students they were, Harry and Draco followed their teachers' wishes.
"This is weird," Draco said when he looked up from his Charms essay at four thirty.
"Hmm," Harry hummed in agreement from where he lay flat on the couch, reading the latest issue of Seeker Weekly.
"My ass looks perfect as hell, mind you," Draco went on, "but I would rather watch yours."
"Thanks, I guess." Harry laughed. "Wait until you go to the bathroom," he said.
The blond groaned. Here he was, essentially able to touch Harry's body wherever and however he wanted, but he himself and not Harry was the one who would make all the needy voices. This took all the fun out of it.
"It's really weird to be holding someone else's cock when doing it," Harry continued. "But at least I'm comfortable with holding yours," he said with a wink towards Draco, promising a joyful evening once the potions' effect faded. "Just thinking about having to hold Ron's instead...just yuck!"
This time it was Draco's place to laugh. "Blaise certainly won't have such a problem."
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Draco was right. Blaise did not have a problem with holding someone's else prick while he was in the bathroom. His problem was worse. Or at least worse enough in his eyes that he freaked out.
Blaise was making the best of having Hermione's body free at his disposal and was touching himself, curious to see what it felt like when he touched his newly acquired breasts and other female body parts. So far, he'd finally come to understand why woman required so much more attention during sex. It certainly took ages for them to jump over the peak.
It was after he finally reached his first female orgasm by fingering himself when it happened. Blaise was about to lick his juicy fingers clean that he freaked out.Shit! he cursed.His fingers were covered in blood. How the hell did I hurt myself? Or Hermione, to be exact, he wondered.
Maybe it's just a scratch? he hoped. He inspected the fingernail of his forefinger. No, not sharp enough to leave a wound. Carefully he reinserted the forefinger. When it came out with even more blood he was at his wits end. Why the fucking hell am I suddenly bleeding out of nowhere after experiencing the longest orgasm of my life? Hermione never bleeds after an orgasm.
Knock, knock.
Blaise looked worriedly at the door. What will Hermione say if she sees me like this? he wondered and did not need to wait long before he found out.
"Blaise," she announced when she walked into their bedroom. The wrinkles in the white shirt a clear indication that she had not just been innocently reading in their living room either. When she saw him, she said full of joy and laughter. "Oh, it worked!"
Blaise looked at her in shock and confusion, giving up his fruitless attempt to hide what he'd been up to before Hermione had burst into their shared bedroom. "Why are so happy?"
"Because it looks like also the hormonal state is transferred with the Polyjuice Potion," she replied as she looked at his bloody finger.
Hormonal state? Blaise groaned when he finally realized why he was bleeding. Hermione has her bloody period. No pun intended. "Wait!" he called out to her. "You never had your period in all the time we're together."
"Because of the contraception potion," Hermione confirmed with a nod. "I took the counter potion this morning."
"To prove that the Polyjuice Potion also reflects the person's hormonal state?" Blaise asked, a bit unsure if he had correctly put together Hermione's hints.
"Yes," she said as she sat down next to him on the bed. "When I first read about the Polyjuice Potion, I thought that it would temporary change your DNA to the DNA of the person you turned into. As the DNA ages with you, it explained why an adult can turn into a child and vice versa. But then we had the fake Professor Moody in fourth year. Obviously, the potion does somehow also know that a leg and eye was missing. Both things would not be written in the DNA," she explained. "While I still do not know how it works, I was curious what else the Polyjuice Potion may transfer."
"Like menstruation?" Blaise asked, looking disgustedly at the smeared blood stain that formed on their bedsheets.
"Yes. It was the closest I could get to a pregnancy."
Now Blaise was really scared.
Hermione hid him on the biceps. "I would never get pregnant for such a reason!"
"Good that we're clear on this," Blaise said as he rubbed his arm.
"I could give you a list with at least twenty reasons why such an experiment would be morally wrong," Hermione defended herself. "First," she began but was immediately interrupted by the Slytherin.
"Stop, stop. I believe you," Blaise cried. He so did not want to watch himself in Hermione's rant mode. "Now, tell me what you women do about this," he said and pointed at the bloodstain on the sheet.
When they both turned back to themselves shortly before nine thirty, they'd both formed a new life resolution. Blaise swore that he would never again complain when a woman was bitchy during her period. The cramps he got where awful and even worse was the time when a larger clump of blood dropped out as he stood up from the dinning table. Hermione, on the other hand, had made the simple resolution that her future husband would have to at least experience half a day of menstrual cramps. If Blaise's current behaviour was anything to go by, it would be a well worth the investment in potion ingredients.
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Draco and Harry had decided to play chess after dinner to pass the time until they would transform back. Draco was looking at the platinum blond hair Harry was currently sprouting in the hope to see a first hint of the black hair that would announce the imminent re-transfiguration. He smiled when he saw how Harry ruffled his hair as the Gryffindor pondered on his next move. That behaviour was so typical for Harry, but looked completely strange when done to his own blond locks.
Finally Harry decided to move his tower to E7. Shall I risk my knight? Draco contemplated, unconsciously nipping at his lip.
"Fuck it," Harry said suddenly into the silence of the room.
Draco looked up with interest. It was rare that the Gryffindor swore outside of the bedroom. "What's up?"
"I give up," Harry said, standing up from his armchair, abandoning the chess game.
The blond was curious now. It was even rarer for Harry to simply forfeit a game of chess. With hawk eyes he watched how Harry first walked towards the fireplace and then back-tracked towards where the Slytherin was sitting.
"I thought that the effect would have vanished by now," Harry stated as he watched Draco intensely. Not kissing Draco since this morning was making him go crazy. Ever since they confessed their feelings he'd enjoyed being able to kiss his boyfriend whenever the fancy overtook him. And then Draco had to nip on his lips.
"At least now you know that I don't win the games because of my good looks," the Slytherin joked.
It's like looking in a mirror, Harry concluded. Only that the image in the mirror does not copy my movements. He closed his eyes and leaned in. If he could not see his own face, it was easier to remember that he was kissing Draco and not himself.
Draco was surprised to see himself leaning in for a kiss. He knew that there were some rumours going around Hogwarts that he was narcissistic, but he was not so narcissistic that he wanted to kiss himself. But it's Harry and not me, he reminded himself and closed his eyes too.
It felt weird. On the psychological level the feelings they both felt during the kiss was the same as usual. Deep love, security, warmth, adoration. But physically this kiss was completely different from all their previous ones. Harry's bottom lip felt too thin as Draco nipped on it, while Harry was perplexed by the elongated and somewhat thicker hair than he was used to.
"This is crazy," Draco said when they broke apart and opened their eyes again.
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "Totally twisted." But when he closed his eyes, it was easy for Harry to image Draco's face and let his love for his boyfriend flood him. And even with his eyes open, under the surface it was still Draco and not himself that he was kissing, which made everything feel right again.
Thus, the still lasting effect of the Polyjuice Potion did not stop them from closing their eyes once more and blindly making their way from the living room to the bedroom, shedding their clothes on the way. When Draco's knees hit the mattress, they still had their pants and boxers on. But this did not matter as their bed took care of the remaining clothing as they fell down on the bed, with Harry landing on top of Draco.
They kept their eyes closed as they continued to kiss and their hands wandered. It was a mixture of exploring each other all over again, while at the same time exploring themselves too, entering a completely new dimension of self-awareness.
Is this how the twins must feel? Harry wondered when he opened his eyes for a moment. The body he touched was well known to him as it was a carbon copy of his own. The reaction his touch caused was mixed though. A touch to the side of the stomach earned him a moan from Draco, but nipping at the earlobe which usually resulted in loud moans from the blond, did not result in any overly loud noises. So, that particular reaction of Draco is due to his earlobe being sensitive, rather than him having an earlobe kink, Harry concluded.
This assumption was confirmed when Draco did nip on Harry's earlobe. "Mhmm," Harry groaned. Draco's earlobe is really very sensitive, he thought. I wonder… "You love when I speak Parseltongue, don't you?" he asked as he teased the other's nipple.
"Shit, yes!" Draco replied.
Yes, the Parseltongue kink is definitely purely Draco, the Gryffindor thought in amusement.
"How do you do it?" Draco asked, his eyes now open and seeking out all the small moles that he knew where on his body.
"I just imagine talking to a snake," Harry replied. "Not that this is something that can be transferred with the Polyjuice Potion," he added with a smile.
"But there is something else that can be done with the Polyjuice Potion," Draco said, turning around so that he was now on top and then slide down until he was face to face with Harry's—or rather his own—cock. "Like fuck yourself," he said with a smirk and then sucked on the tip of Harry's cock.
Fuck yourself certainly gained a new meaning, Harry thought between moans of pleasure, his hand burrowing into the thick black hair as Draco sucked, licked and fondled his cock and balls. With every lick Harry's mind tuned out more and more, his hesitation about 'himself' doing this to him vanishing as he just enjoyed the passion and love Draco demonstrated with his hands and lips.
Harry opened his eyes and was met by lust-filled green ones. "We need to get some mirrors," Harry said, revealing a new kink of his.
"Definitely. But first, let's finish what we started," Draco said and deep throated Harry's cock.
Harry could not deny that Draco knew exactly what he was doing. And now that he'd overcome his initial hesitation, this did not feel so weird and twisted any more. Intercourse was still out of the question for him, but this was something he was comfortable with. "Turn around," Harry commanded.
Draco stopped what he was doing and looked up. "I'm not finished here," he complained.
Harry laughed. "Not on your back, love. Move your legs up here," he clarified.
"That's something I will not say no to," Draco replied with a smile and moved so that they were in the sixty-nine position.
"Impatient much?" Harry asked, when Draco did not lose any time before he returned to his previous task.
"It is not every day that I get the chance to go and suck myself," Draco replied with a smirk. "Hmm. Just like this," he moaned when Harry followed the prominent vein on the underside of his cock with his tongue as he followed Draco's suggestion to suck himself.
"That insult certainly lost its offensiveness," the Gryffindor responded, once he finished his trail up and down again the other's vein.
"So much that it becomes a compliment?" the other asked.
"Fishing for praise now, aren't you?"
"No. If I was, I would just praise what a talented tongue you currently have," the Slytherin replied.
"Careful," Harry teased. "I could easily go over to try out 'bite yourself.'"
"And I believe we need to talk about your newly discovered masochistic side," Draco replied and then shook his head. How did they go from giving each other a blow job to just trading teasing remarks? They were certainly moving in the wrong direction. "Less talk, more moans," he said and stroked the point underneath his knee he knew was sensitive to touch with his hand.
From there on out the words that were uttered between moans were only "More," "Oh god," or "Yes." They enjoyed giving their loved one pleasure while enjoying the pleasure they invoked in them in turn. That the colour of the other's skin and hair was completely off did not matter. They were not together because of their looks, even if it was a bonus that they found the other's body attractive. It was their shared interests, the understanding of what they had gone through and simply feeling relaxed and comfortable in the other's presence that defined their relationship. The brilliant sex was just an added bonus to them.
"That certainly was something else," Harry said once he could talk again.
"That it was," Draco agreed. "Though I still prefer it when you are you."
"Hmm," the Gryffindor agreed. "But I would rather kiss you while you look like me than not kiss you at all," he said and manoeuvred Draco's body so that he could kiss the other boy on the mouth.
"I'll soon need to leave for my rounds," Draco said from his place on Harry's chest.
They exchanged a glance. "I have Quidditch practice tomorrow morning," Harry replied.
"I have Runes and we're suppose to keep up appearances," Draco countered, not wanting to get up. He was spent and comfortable where he was.
"And what happens when I turn back to myself in the middle of the rounds and then walk into Snape? He'll dock at least a hundred points from Gryffindor!"
"Just tell him that you're me and still under the influence of the Polyjuice Potion."
"And he won't ask me a question that only you could answer?" Harry challenged.
With an over-dramatic sigh, Draco sat up. "Okay, okay. You win," he gave in. "I'll do my rounds."
Harry did not say anything when Draco put on a Slytherin tie.
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More than ten hours had passed since the Sexual Potion students took their respective Polyjuice Potions this morning, so it was not unfounded that certain students assumed that by now everyone had already changed back to themselves. One of these students was Pansy Parkinson. The Slytherin girl could still not believe that she had not been partnered with her beloved Draco. Ernie Macmillan was an attentive lover, Pansy had to give him that but he was nothing in comparison to Draco. But Pansy would not have been placed in Slytherin, if she were not resourceful and ambitious. And today's Polyjuice Potion provided her with the perfect basis for her plan.
The advantage of having brewed the Polyjuice Potion Human Cauldron style was that one could double to amount by diluting it with water. The potion would last a shorter time this way, but a lower mark in Potions was nothing to cry over. Thus, she nicked about a third of her share of the Polyjuice Potion before she used the remaining with water backfilled part to turn into Macmillan.
The Polyjuice Potion she had sitting in her bag would last about half an hour to one hour. Enough time to turn into Potter, from whom she already stole a piece of hair. Now she only needed him to leave Draco alone so that she could take the Gryffindor's place and break up with Draco for him. Once she returned back to herself, she would be ready to comfort Draco over the breakup and make him see that she should be his true Altair and life partner.
Luck seems to be on my side tonight. Pansy smiled when she saw Potter leave with Granger through the Gryffindor exit. Judging by her watch, he was joining Blaise's 'Head' Girl on her rounds. Not wanting to wait any longer before she would be united with Draco, she walked towards the Slytherin exit, closed the door behind her and warded it and the other door before she quickly changed into Macmillan's school uniform. With a glare, she watched how the Polyjuice Potion changed to a golden colour when she added Potter's hair.
It's time, she though joyfully as she removed the wards and strode towards Room Zero. She placed her hand on the door, but it did not open. She glared at it, then quickly thought of an excuse why she could not enter and where she should ask Draco to go with her as she would be unable to enter Room Zero without the real Potter's and Draco's express invitation. Finally she knocked on the door and smiled sheepishly when Draco opened it.
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Harry was surprised to hear someone knock at their door this late at night. Maybe Ron wants to talk about tomorrow's Quidditch practice, now that he thinks I'm back to myself? Harry mused as he quickly put on a shirt and hurried towards the door. "Yes?" he asked as he opened the door and then looked surprised when he spotted himself at the other side.
Why did Draco knock? he wonder in confusion.
"Draco, I think I misplaced my Care of Magical Creatures essay in the library. Will you help me look for it?" the person who looked like him asked. This was certainly not his Draco. Damn Polyjuice Potion! Harry cursed internally. Should I play along or stop them right here? he contemplated. Better to see what they want now than for them to brew more Polyjuice Potion and try again later when I will not see through the deception right away, he decided. Though they at least could have informed themselves what classes I take, he thought. As much as he liked Hagrid, Care of Magical Creatures was not a subject he'd continued at NEWTs level.
"Sure, I'll meet you there. I just need to grab my cloak," he replied and only belatedly realised that he should try to sound more like Draco. At least the library is a public place, he thought as he closed the door behind him and went back inside to get his wand. On his way he remember that he could just check the Marauder's Map. Best way to know whom it was that tried to fool him and Draco.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he said and quickly opened the map of the Gryffindor tower. He easily spotted her. Pansy Parkinson's name was a sore spot sticking out from all the familiar Gryffindor names.
He quickly erased the map, grabbed his invisibility cloak and made his way to the library. He never made it inside as Parkinson, lead him towards a semi-secluded alcove and then began to list several reasons why he and Draco needed to break up because he was not good enough for Draco. He had a hard time to decide if he should be affronted, or amused by Parkinson's arguments.
"And my fashion sense. It's so horrible and I would embarrass you at any social event we would attend," Parkinson for example said.
"I understand," Harry said when he'd heard enough. Now what to do? Should I let her know that I know that it's her? Should I lead her along by saying that I would love to finally date Pansy? That she actually talked to me and not Draco? Or… yes that's better. Harry smiled when he had a sudden inspiration. "Truthfully," he began trying to make his voice as empathic as he could, "I've been developing feelings for someone else during the last months. She's very special to me."
He saw how his own eyes lit up. It was freaking him out. It's worse than when I first kissed myself, he thought. He would never be happy if Draco would say those words to him and he hoped he would never have to hear them.
"You should tell her how you feel," Pansy encouraged him, thinking that he was talking about her.
"I think I will. Thank you for being so understanding, Harry" he stressed and then turned around. His skin started to itch slightly. He would probably turn back soon. "Luna will be so surprised," he called over his shoulder as he rounded a corner and quickly put on his invisibility cloak before Pansy could catch up with him.
Draco would hopefully have a good laugh about it. And it was not like he was lying. Luna with her very well appreciated underwear gifts had earned her own special place in Draco's heart.
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Harry, in the body of Draco, was not the only victim of a girl's unreturned desire. Harry too had raised more than one girl's interest and one of them also had the idea to dilute her Polyjuice Potion. And she used it to turn into Draco in order to get what she wanted from Harry. This person was none other than Romilda Vane.
One would think that after her disastrous attempt of giving Harry love potion dosed chocolates last year, she would have learned her lesson and given up. But Gryffindors were not only known for being brave, but also for being foolish, so she once more dosed some chocolates with a love potion keyed to herself.
This time, however, her plan was fool-proof—at least in her eyes. Disguised as Draco, she would feed Harry the potion-filled chocolates with her own hands. With how cosy the boys seems to be, there was no chance that Harry would say no. And if for some unforeseen reason Harry refused to eat the chocolates, she still had a Plan B prepared: Just to take whatever she could get from Harry while she was in Malfoy's body.
Now I just need to wait until Harry walks through here and I'll have my chance, she thought, looking wishfully at the boys' staircase from her seat in the Gryffindor common room. If she had to, she could wait for a week until the right opportunity arrived.
Her idea to use the fact that students of different houses had to leave the Altair rooms via their different house common rooms to her advantage was clever. However, the tricky part was that in case Malfoy and Harry intended to meet up, she needed to meet with Harry as Malfoy before he could reunite with the real one. But she could not meet up with him too early, or Harry would become suspicious.
Luck is on my side tonight, she thought when she saw Harry and Hermione walk down the stairs roughly two hours later, deeply engrossed in conversation. Checking if the chocolates and Polyjuice Potion were still in her pockets, she quickly followed them.
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Draco knocked on Hermione and Blaise's door. The two of them were talented enough in Potions that he trusted them to have brewed one of the longer lasting Polyjuice Potions. And while they didn't have the same high compatibility he and Harry shared to boost the duration of the Polyjuice Potion, he did not put it past Hermione to have brewed the Polyjuice Potion in the traditional Human Cauldron way, which would increase the time span of the potion considerably. If Hermione is still in Blaise's body, it would make sense for us to change our rounds.
The door opened, and Blaise's face peaked out from the creak. "Drarry," he greeted him joyfully and opened the door wider.
"Developed a likening for skirts?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow when he saw that Blaise was still in Hermione's Gryffindor uniform. "And what's with Drarry?"
"We just changed back a minute ago," Blaise replied. "And trust me, never ever turn into a woman. And always be nice to them during their special time of the month. The cramps are horrible."
"Too much information," Draco groaned. "And with Harry I'll definitely never have to worry about that," he added. "So, the Drarry thing?" he prompted.
"Just a name I overheard some Hufflepuffs use when they were talking about you and Harry as a pair. Before you opened your pretty mouth, I did not know which of you I was facing."
"Just remember that I'm the only one who can kiss that pretty mouth," Draco replied, smacking his lips.
"Possessive much?" Blaise joked and then the two boys laughed together.
"What's so funny?" Hermione asked when she joined them.
"Just Draco being Draco," Blaise replied.
"Shall we go?" Draco asked, holding out his arm to her.
Hermione nodded and stepped through the door.
"Remember what I said and be nice to her!" Blaise called after them.
"I think you scared him for life," Draco said as they walked together towards the male Gryffindor exit.
"People will never truly understand something until it happens to them," Hermione replied.
"Some things should never be experienced," Draco replied. "And there certainly are a thing or two that happened to me that I would not wish on anyone else."
"You and Harry both," Hermione replied and they were silent for the rest of their shared way, both of them lost in their own thoughts.
"Care to brave the dungeons?" Draco asked when they stopped at the stairway that led down to the dungeon.
"I believe that you'll be back to your usual self by the end of the rounds. It's been ten hours already," she replied.
"Maybe I am already myself," Draco said.
Hermione shook her head. "You're sounding too much like Draco to actually be Harry." With that, Hermione walked past the staircase towards the Astronomy Tower where she would begin her round.
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Romilda was too far away to hear what the two were talking about. Not that she cared. All that was important to her was that Hermione and Harry finally parted ways.
And so, still unaware of 'Harry' actually being Draco, she followed him at a secure distance down the stairs towards the dungeons. She waited only until he reached the level below the Entrance Hall before she quickly hid in an alcove and downed her potion. She just waited out the short spasm before she hurried after Harry. She ignored the pain from her shoes suddenly being too tight and the two buttons of her blouse that flew away underneath her school robes, in order to catch up with Harry before the real Draco could meet with him.
Her steps echoed loudly in the empty corridors as she stalked after her prey.
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"Who do we have here?" Draco heard his own voice ask and looked around for the source. Soon he spotted himself walking straight towards him and wondered what Harry was doing here. Didn't he want to go to bed early? Draco wondered.
"A Gryffindor so far away from their tower mere minutes before curfew," the person Draco believed to be Harry continued as he approached him, moving so that Draco was corned against the wall behind him.
Does Harry want a second round? Draco wondered, not necessarily against a bit of role play.
"Oh, what shall I do with you, Harry?" the person whispered suggestively in his ear.
Draco's eyes went wide. This is definitely not Harry! He would never use his own name, even in play. Nothing good could come out from faking someone else's identity. He tried to inconspicuously reach for his wand. In the meantime, he let his eyes wander up and down the imposter's body, hoping to find a clue either to the person's real identity or their scheme. Let them assume that I'm checking them out, he thought.
"I don't know. What do you think we should do?" he asked, hoping to distract 'him'.
"How about a kiss?" the imposter asked, and touched his bottom lips with his thumb.
Draco hated the foreign touch. "You're supposed to deduct points for such shows of affections," he said, hoping to stop the molesting right in the bud.
"Spoil sport," the imposter complained huffily, but not overly angry.
They have a Plan B, Draco concluded, staying on high alert.
"How about a piece of chocolate then?" the imposter offered, and conjured a box of chocolates from their robe pockets. "You love the dark ones with pistachio, don't you, Harry?"
Chocolates? Draco wondered. Somehow he got the feeling that something like this already happened before, it had a deja-vu feeling to it. Chocolates not for me but for Harry.—No, not Harry either, Weasley ate some, he finally remembered. Spiced with a love potion. It can't be the same person, can it? Only one way to find out.
"Yes," Draco replied with a smile, taking a chocolate from the box. Dark chocolate with pistachio were his favourites. But not Harry's. "But you know how I love to feed them to you more," he said and held the chocolate to the imposter's lips.
The imposter swallowed noticeably.
"Eat one for me and then you can feed me the rest of the box," Draco prodded.
The lips parted slightly. Draco pushed the chocolate inside.
Shit! Draco thought when his skin started to itch slightly. Was it not a simple love potion? Have I walked right into their trap? he wondered. But then he heard the imposter talk. "Romilda, oh she's so beautiful."
No, the love potion with which the chocolate is clearly laced with is affecting the imposter. Probably Romilda herself, he concluded. So the itching must come from the Polyjuice Potion wearing off, Draco just thought this when the change took place and a short spasm overcame him.
"Don't you think that Romilda, I mean, I am beautiful?" the imposter asked.
Yup, it is Romilda Vane. "Let's get you to Professor Snape," he said and grabbed her by the elbow. With a bit of luck she would still be under the influence of the Polyjuice Potion so she would get in even bigger trouble for her stunt. In her potion-induced state, she did not even notice that 'Harry' had changed back into Draco.
They must have made an odd pair when Snape opened the door. "Misuse of Polyjuice and Love Potion," Draco said curtly in explanation. Snape touched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger but opened the door to his office wider.
"And who is the offender, Mr Malfoy? Or is it still Potter?" Snape questioned.
"I'm back to myself," Draco replied. "And the offender is very likely Romilda Vane."
"We shall confirm it in a moment," Snape replied when he saw how the imposter's blond hair turned dark.
"Do you have a mirror?" was the first thing Romilda asked once the transformation was completed. "My eyes are so entrancing, I have to admire them."
While Snape did cure her from her own potion's influence, Romilda paid a hefty price. Gryffindor lost one hundred points and she earned herself detention for two months.
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"You have crazy admirers," Draco said to Harry when he finally returned from his Head Boy duties.
"I could say the same about you," Harry replied and leaned up when Draco leaned down to kiss him.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Hmm," Harry hummed. "Parkinson turned into me to break up with you. I suggested to her that you may leave me for Luna."
"Luna?" Draco questioned as he joined Harry in the bed.
"You love her underwear choices, don't you?"
Draco laughed and Harry used the opportunity to kiss him on the cheek.
"I fed Vane her own love potion-spiked chocolates."
Harry groaned.
"She lost Gryffindor one hundred points."
Harry groaned once more. Why again didn't I want to do the rounds for Draco? Ah, yes so that Gryffindor would not lose one hundred points. With a final groan of annoyance, Harry cuddled closer to Draco and closed his eyes. If anyone asked him tomorrow, he would pretend to have no idea what happened.
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Credit: The 2 scenes with Pansy and Romilda were inspired by a comment of Kigen Dawn who said that something about Pansy showing her jealousy was missing.
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AN: I'm in the middle of writing my PhD thesis, so I have no idea when I'll have time to write for fun (aka fanfiction) instead of writing for my PhD thesis.
And Wow! With this chapter Altair has breached the 200,000 word mark! Let's see how long it will end up to be.
That being said, I'm not ashamed to admit that I had to look up who of our two boys had the sensitive earlobe. I wrote that statement far too long ago.
Next: "Of Twister and being twisted - Part III": They'll visit Professor Harper's house to play Twister.