Chapter II: What Guys Talk About

Harry turned off the water as it neared the brim of the tub and lowered his head into the steam.

He inhaled deeply and shook his lengthy mane of black hair. His glasses fogged a bit and he cleaned them off using his wand – certain they wouldn't fog again now. Harry took his wand and placed it on a shelf in the comfortable prefect's bathroom. He removed his grey night shirt and it fell to the floor.

A figure hid behind a tall statue of a merman holding a pointed trident. The eyes peeked around and their owner gasped lightly. Harry was bending down to take off his wrinkled pajama bottoms and it became known that he wore nothing underneath them. He was well toned, the figure noted, his chest finely muscular and his legs long and firm looking. Both his arms stretched upwards to the ceiling and a content smile plastered itself upon his handsome face.

The hidden figure revealed their face, just a bit more, and their jaw dropped slightly. Unnoticed by Harry Potter, Romilda Vane returned to the shadows behind the merman. She smiled and felt her heart racing as she watched Harry fondle his limp penis, and she couldn't feel more appreciative of Lavender Brown.

Romlida recalled how Lavender boasted of her and Ron spending "quality time" in this room. How easy it had been to get the password from her! Romilda smiled. Now she watched, with bated breath, as Harry submerged himself into the steaming bath.

She peeked out again and felt her heart flutter, Harry had thrown his head back and his arm was still moving up and down in the soapy water. She heard him moaning and bit her lip. She looked down at her brown bag and silently opened it, as she listened to the musical moaning of her deepest crush. She found a purple and golden box and withdrew it from her bag. Across the top was written "Deepest Desires Dream Draught – A Weasley & Weasley product!" Romilda smiled and opened the package.

She was told by George Weasley that it would transform her into the person most admired, by the person she most desired. Romilda tilted her head and her sweet smelling black hair fell in her face. I don't really mind being Ginny Weasley, so long as I can fuck the brains out of Harry until I get the Weasley girl out of the way. Romilda thought deeply.

She removed the stopper and spoke "Harry Potter" before drinking the wonderful tasting amber liquid. She downed the potion and silently took off her school robes.She admired her slender body and her full breasts, caressing herself as she waited for the draught to take effect.

She felt an odd painful stirring in her stomach and hunched over, eager to have these pains over with. Her eyes were clenched shut, willing her mouth to remain shut. She felt her hair falling backwards and realized her chest felt lighter. She couldn't help but giggle as she thought I knew I had bigger tits than that Weasley slut! She ran her hand over her chest and opened her eyes quickly. She looked down and realized, horrorstruck, that she had a muscular, tit-free chest!

Her mouth fell open and felt her new stomach, tight and rippled. She took her hand down between her legs and felt a fully erect penis. She felt furious and wanted to run back to the Weasley shop and curse them for this foul product!

She took a mirror from her bag and stared in awe as she realized whose form she had taken; she was Draco Malfoy!

What the hell is this?! She screamed to herself. She was embarrassed at her naïveté and started to dress…until she heard the most pleasurable moans of Harry…"Oh Draco…" He cooed, filling the entire bathroom with his voice. "How I want you…"

For a split second she thought she had been discovered, but with a tremendous rush of clarity, she realized something…he didn't desire Ginny at all! He wanted Draco! There he is! And here I am! The very person he wants most!

She drew up the courage and steadied herself. I want to fuck him. I don't care whose form I take. I want him now!

Harry continued to stroke his quivering dick, completely a victim to the lusty fantasies of Draco. He had tried to get turned on by thoughts of Ginny, but he couldn't do it. He could only respond to memories of last nights dream. He gave up on Ginny and quickly became rock hard after he imagined a tight assed Draco.

"Draco…" He moaned, rubbing himself almost violently, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"I'm right here you freak." Romilda said through Draco's brave mouth.

Harry jumped out of the tub almost and was definitely surprised. He stared, transfixed, at the completely nude Draco standing in front of him. Harry stared from the top of his blonde hair and worked his way down. His cold grey eyes seemed alive and his slightly red lips were parted. His beautifully immaculate chest was covered in tight flesh and a sexy set of abs. A trail of blonde hair led down to a hand, holding on to a dick, not much longer than his own. Harry felt a strong desire to rush over and remove the hand that was covering up a very sexy part of Draco…

Draco approached him and slid into the tub, placing his cold hands on the shoulders of Harry. Harry felt nervous as Draco stared into his eyes, their noses touching and bodies rubbing together.

Harry was very aware of his dick as it pressed against Draco's', and he tried to suppress a weak moan as Draco held onto him.

"Potter…Potter…Potter. You little freaky fuck. I never knew you felt so fondly of me."

Harry merely whimpered pathetically, as he ran his hands over Draco's wet ass.

"You wanna do me, Harry? Am I your first?"

Harry felt no shame as he twisted Draco's' dick in his hands. "You will be, never a girl, never a guy. "

"Good Potter, good!" Draco whispered, biting Harry's ear and clawing at his chest, making Harry jump up. "Tell me what you've dreamt of Potter! What do you want me to do to you?"

"I dream of fucking you, sucking you dry, making you cum , and bloody hell! Just fucking you! Please, Draco! Give yourself to me?"

Harry saw Draco smile wickedly and his voice came in whispers.

"Oh, I'll fuck you, Harry. But first, you'll earn it." Draco sloshed around in the water and drained some of it away. Harry's' lips trembled as he watched Draco kneel down in the tub and lift his ass to face him.

"Get in me, Potter. Now you worthless git!"

Harry felt himself become more bold and turned on as Draco treated him this way. Harry admired the way the water trickled down Draco's back and onto his attractive ass. Harry crawled closer to Draco and felt one final pang of fear, before he entered the warm and waiting ass of Draco.

Harry realized quickly how wonderful it felt in Draco…it was so much better than his dream last night,…and infinitely better than wanking himself. Draco let out a slightly high pitched scream which turned Harry on all the more. He started working in and out of Draco, building up to powerful thrusts of purest ecstasy.

Harry heard Draco's' soft whisperings as Harry scratched Draco's' back, leaving trails of red scratch marks.

"Yes, Potter! Deeper! Oooh yes, fuck me!" Draco squealed in joy, and Harry wondered why he never realized just how feminine Draco acted. He thought back to third year when Hermione punched him, he nearly cried then.

Harry watched as his slick dick thrust in and out of Draco, and felt growing pleasure as he breathed as one with Draco.

Both their moans reached an all time high and Harry felt himself start to shake…I could stop now…he thought. I don't have to cum in him… But then he heard Draco's whimpering, and threw away all second guesses. "No, Draco! You are mine! I'm going to cum right in you, and there's nothing you can do!" Harry yelled.

Draco's voice was cracked now, as he yelled out in agreement. "Yes, Harry! Do me…fuck me….fill me!"

Harry felt himself lose control and it was all he could do to keep thrusting into Draco. He felt himself shake and felt the surge running up his dick as he released himself in Draco. Glorious eternities bypassed Harry as he continued to pump in and out of Draco, not wanting the moment to end.

Draco didn't give him a chance, however, and he slid up and Harry cried out as he was ripped from Draco.

Draco's face was flushed and his eyes blazed with lust. "DOWN!" Draco ordered, and Harry became excited as he mimicked Draco, and stuck his ass towards his lover.

Romilda couldn't feel happier, as she looked down at the very sexy ass of Harry. I have his virginity! He has mine! Potter is always a part of me now! She nearly burst with joy. Part of him is in me, even now!

She took a look at her erect penis and wondered if she could do it correctly. She certainly understood why guys always thought about sex now; her desire as a girl was nothing compared to the lust she felt now. She took her temporary penis and stuck it forcefully into the boy who lived.

"Arhh!" She heard Harry yelp in pain. A twisted smile came across her face and she thrust awkwardly into him, and quickly slipped out.

She heard him whimper "please…" and was overjoyed when he screamed as she came into him again. It quickly became easier as she went on. Before she knew it, she was rolling her head in pleasure as she fucked Harry Potter. She thrust over and over again and felt herself come close, to what surely must be, her orgasm. "Oh My God! I'm actually going to cum!" She shrieked with Draco's voice.

"Yes, oh please, Draco!" Harry yelled.

Romilda gave final pushes and felt herself cry out as she erupted inside of Harry. So this is what guys talk about! She thought as she orgasmed mercilessly. She heard Harry moaning now too and she grinned.

She was about to pull out of him when she quickly discovered that she was already out; she was turning back to her normal girlish figure. She felt panicked and didn't know how to hide herself from Harry. She looked around and saw a large bar of soap…it was all she could do, she realized sadly.

"Harry," She spoke, with what remained of Draco's voice.

"Hmm?" He said, slowly turning his head to face her. She grabbed the bar of soap and it hit his head hard. Harry dropped to the bottom of the tub, unconscious.

"Sorry…" She murmured as she drug him from the tub. After making sure he was ok she hurriedly got dressed. She placed a quick kiss on his wet lips and ran from the room- more exhilarated, now, than she had ever been in her life.

As she retreated to the girls' common room she laughed as she passed Ginny- who was clearly confused by Romilda's laughter.

Romilda sank into her bed and licked her lips. "How to get rid of Draco…is now the question…" She pondered her next actions carefully and thought often of the mornings events.