Harry and the Malfoy families reverse roles, The Potters were an inner circle death eater family while the Malfoy's changed allegiances when their son was prophecized to defeat Voldemort. The Potters escaped Azkaban by bribing their way out after Voldemort fell on Halloween 1981. Harry is the model Slytherin rich arrogant and cunning however a certain Gryffindor girl will pull him on a completely different path and change the course of the brewing war with Voldemort. This story is much different from my other two stories.
AN: Some of the things you may see Lily Potter do in this story are but are not limited to; infidelity, torture, sneezing without covering her mouth, racism, making rude hand gestures, stealing candy from children, tripping old ladies, putting a puppy in a microwave, cheating at cards, forced polyjuicing, ass shaving, pube pulling, nipple twisting, lying, stealing, killing, farting, spanking, whoring, pimping her husband out, sodomy with a pineapple, smacking testicles with a ping pong paddle, giving Dumbledore a wedgie, teaching children to swear, centaur orgies, and other forms of depravity.
AN: I have been reading a lot of dark Harry/Ginny fics and thought I would take a crack at writing one of my own. This story is incredibly AU to the point that even I am having to struggle to follow it. Just to emphasize my point here are a few of the changes so far; the chosen one is Draco Malfoy, Harry is a Slytherin, Lily and James are very much alive but they are inner circle death eaters who are deeply devoted to the cause; some characters are the same some are vastly different.
Special Note: Some people seem to treat Lily Potter like some sort of deity, I will warn you ahead of time that the Lily Potter in this story will be an evil blood-thirsty mega-bitch and the odds are pretty good that she will do or say something out of character that will go against your preconceived notions about the fictional character she is based on. You have been warned.
Slytherin Fifth-Year Boys' Dorm, Hogwarts, 9/4/1995, 08:39
The fifth-year prefect slowly stumbled out of his bed as his alarm clock sounded on his nightstand. Slowly he stumbled out of his bed and made his way to the small ensuite bathroom to get ready for the day.
Harry let his thoughts wander as he drained his bladder and then stepped into the shower, letting the blissfully warm water wash over him.
Harry usually hated the first day back after holidays but this year he was just glad to be out of the manor. He had been trapped there all summer with his father"s associates basically taking over their home and it was quite... stressful.
Harry had mixed feelings about Voldemort's return as his once proud father had turned into a snivelling yes-man and his mother had become unbearable to be around. On the upside, the unfortunates would soon be cleansed from their world and the purebloods would once again be at the top of the pecking order.
Once Harry was showered and changed into his crisp acronantula silk school robes he made his way down to the common room to find Daphne Greengrass waiting on him, looking quite impatient.
"Jeez Potter, you really took your time this morning," Daphne huffed as she followed him through the entrance.
"Perfection takes time Greengrass," Harry drawled out as they strolled down the dungeon passage.
"I disagree, I'm able to get ready in ten minutes and I am the very image of perfection," Daphne said in a haughty tone.
"You really need to stop hanging out with Parkinson," Harry sighed as they took the steps up towards the entrance hall.
"She wants me to put in a good word for her with you so she is kissing my ass right now," Daphne grinned.
"Literally?" Harry asked shooting Daphne a lecherous grin.
"You wish, Potter," Daphne snorted, rolling her eyes at her best friend's filthy mind.
"Well you already know how I feel about you, Daphne," Harry said conversationally.
"Yes, I most certainly do and I have no interest in anything of the sort," Daphne shrugged unconcernedly.
"You'll change your mind eventually," Harry said knowingly.
"Highly doubtful, I am not going to be anyone's mistress," Daphne said firmly.
"Suit yourself," Harry grinned.
"I will though I am tempted to spread that rumour just to infuriate my Parkinson and sister," Daphne said thoughtfully as they neared the hall only for a bushy-haired girl to run smack into him knocking them both to the floor.
"Damn it, Granger, don't you ever look where you're going?" Daphne hissed as Harry slowly got to his feet.
"I would offer to help you up but touching one of your kind is strictly forbidden in our circles," Harry smirked as Hermione Granger clambered to her feet having to bend down to pick up her bag.
"Potter stop looking at her ass, it is very uncouth," Daphne reprimanded enjoying the blush that formed on the Gryffindor bookworm's face.
"I was just assessing if she might be of use to me... later," Harry said thoughtfully.
"Your mother would kill you if she found out you were having relations with a filthy mudblood" Daphne giggled derisively.
"She doesn't have to know. How bout it Hermione, are you up for servicing your betters?" Harry asked as he gently caressed Hermione's cheek.
"No, and don't touch me!" Hermione hissed angrily her face burning red.
"Why do you keep turning Parkinson down if you're actually considering laying with such filth?" Daphne asked looking aghast.
"Parkinson is a tramp, Granger is still... innocent," Harry shrugged his hand coming to rest on the small of her back.
"You're a disgusting pig, Potter," Hermione scowled smacking his hand away, her embarrassment quickly turning to indignation.
"If you change your mind, you know where to find me, Granger," Harry grinned before following Daphne into the hall.
"She is right, you are a disgusting pig," Daphne said as they entered the hall.
"She's kind of cute in that nerdy girl next door sort of way," Harry shrugged.
"She is also a mudblood, control yourself," Daphne snapped, looking annoyed with him.
"Jealous much," Harry grinned as he took his seat at the Slytherin table.
"Not at all but you are my best friend, when you do something it reflects on me," Daphne rebutted.
"Alright fine. Truthfully I have no interest in Granger anyway, it's just amusing to embarrass her in such a way," Harry chuckled as he fixed himself some breakfast.
"Just forget about messing with Granger and torment Malfoy like usual," Daphne suggested.
"He's no fun to mess with after the dark lord returned," Harry snorted in amusement.
"I've noticed," Daphne sighed feeling a bit put out that their usual target seemed to be falling into a state of depression.
"How is your family?" Harry asked as he sipped his tea.
"Well enough, though your father visited my father last week trying to recruit him...again," Daphne said sounding annoyed.
"You have my apologies, he's been kept very busy this summer so I haven't really talked to him or mother much lately," Harry sighed feeling aggravated his father was harassing Daphne's family.
"Yes I can tell, when I saw him he looked exhausted," Daphne said remembering the bags she had seen under James Potter's eyes when he had stepped out of the floo at Greengrass Manor last Thursday.
"Come on, we had better hurry if we're going to make it to defense," Harry said as the warning bell rang.
"I would appreciate it if you were ready to leave by eight tomorrow," Daphne huffed as she finished the last few bites of her eggs.
"I will be," Harry promised as the two made their way out of the hall.
Gryffindor Fifth-Year Boys' Dorm, 9/4/1995, 08:42
Draco woke up from an unpleasant dream about a long corridor when Ron shook him rather forcefully, rousing him into the land of the living.
"Draco mate, you had better hurry up or we'll miss breakfast," Ron urged before heading into the bathroom.
Draco shakily got out of bed and began getting dressed in the second-hand robes his hateful aunt had bought for him last week.
His aunt Bellatrix had taken him in when his parents were murdered that Halloween night and had taken out her resentment of him ever since. The fact that he was somewhat responsible for the death of her sister had a lot to do with his aunt's dislike of him.
According to what he had found out, his parents and his Aunt Bellatrix had left Voldemort's service when word of a prophecy describing him as the one to vanquish the dark lord had come to light in the spring of eighty-one.
it was only by some miracle Severus Snape had warned them in time to seek sanctuary from Dumbledore before Voldemort had shown up at Malfoy Manor and killed them.
Sadly his parents had been living on borrowed time once they had gone into hiding. Six months after they had gone into hiding the dark lord had shown up at the cottage they were living at in Mould-on-the-wold. Their secret keeper, his Uncle Rodolphus, had betrayed their location to the dark lord.
Voldemort had arrived at their home on Halloween, his father had been killed first. According to his aunt, Lucius Malfoy was hit in the chest with a withering curse and died a slow painful death.
Voldemort had then made his way upstairs to Draco's nursery to find him and his mother. Narcissa Malfoy had pleaded with Voldemort to spare her child to the point that Voldemort became impatient and had struck her down with a killing curse.
After that Voldemort pointed his wand at him and cast the killing curse at a fifteen-month-old child. Nobody really knows what happened just that the curse rebounded and destroyed Voldemort or so they thought.
Less than three months ago Voldemort had regained a body, he had seen it in a vision that still haunted his nightmares to this day. Somehow Voldemort had kidnapped Alastor Moody and used him as a sacrifice in his rebirthing ritual. Draco had watched the entire event play out through the eyes of his parents' murderer. Even worse he had seen the death eaters that avoided Azkaban appear at his side and witnessed Voldemort feeding Moody's body to that awful snake of his.
"Draco are you up yet?" Ron asked coming out of the bathroom fully dressed and pulling Draco from his thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm ready," Draco said as he grabbed his wear worn schoolbag and followed Ron out of the dormitory.
"I think Hermione already went to breakfast," Ron said after checking his watch.
They hustled their way down the halls and just made it to the foot of the staircase when the warning chime sounded through the school.
"Bugger I hoped we could at least start eating before the warning chime," Ron muttered.
Draco was going to reply before he saw their two least favourite people in Hogwarts step out of the great hall and groaned internally.
"Ah look Greengrass, it's the weasel and his ferrety friend," Potter drawled out.
"Piss off Potter," Ron angrily exclaimed from beside him.
"Manners Weasley, there is a lady present," Potter sneered in annoyance.
"Don't get mad on my account, Weasley is a peasant who was never taught how to act in a civilized society. He just doesn't know any better," Greengrass said in a faux understanding tone.
"Quite right, look at those shabby robes I bet he dug them out of a bin," Potter agreed shooting a malicious smirk at Ron Weasley.
"Why don't you death eater brats leave us alone?" Draco scowled losing control of his anger after listening to Potter insult his friend.
"That's rich, considering your parents were death eaters also. Traitorous turncoat death eaters mind you but death eaters all the same," Harry said, giving Malfoy a knowing look.
Malfoy went for his wand but Ron grabbed his arm, "don't mate, that's what he wants," Ron whispered shooting Potter a hateful look.
"Come along Daphne, we don't want to be late," Potter smirked before he and Greengrass stepped around them and headed up the stairs.
"Those two are bloody awful," Ron exclaimed as the two of them were forced to head back the way they came to get to Divination on time.
"Potter always has to throw that in my face," Draco growled.
"Don't let him get to you, his parents only stayed out of Azkaban because they're rich. The Potters will get theirs," Ron said confidently.
"I hope so,' Draco thought as they ascended the grand staircase and he wondered for the hundredth time if he should have dropped Divination.
Seventh Floor Corridor, Hogwarts, 9/4/1998, 19:24
Harry was beyond bored, Daphne was off with the girls in her dorm and Harry had decided to go wandering off on his own.
"The nargles are swarming around you again," a dreamy voice said from a hidden alcove.
"Not you again!" Harry sighed in exasperation as the familiar form of Luna Lovegood appeared from her hiding spot.
"Still mad about me trying to get you to come with me into the forest?" Luna asked as she cocked her eyebrow at him.
"No, the part that I'm mad about is that you tried to get me to wear a raw steak around my neck to attract thestrals," Harry huffed.
"It was the only way to make them like you," Luna rebutted.
"How is it that wherever I go in this school you appear out of thin air to bug me?" Harry demanded of the girl who was smiling dreamily at him.
"I follow the nargles and they follow you," Luna said mysteriously.
"I don't believe in nargles," Harry huffed, as he turned to make eye contact with the quirky Ravenclaw.
"How can you say that? Don't you know every time someone says I don't believe in nargles, a nargle falls down dead somewhere?" Luna exclaimed, sounding horrified at the thought.
"Good, if I say it enough they will stop following me and then so will you," Harry smirked.
"That's just cruel, what if it's a mother nargle, what would happen to her many narglets?" Luna demanded indignantly.
"Go away, Lovegood," Harry sighed looking at her in annoyance.
"Fine, but stop trying to commit narglecide," Luna huffed before skipping off down the hallway.
"Unbelievable," Harry snorted as he continued on his way.
"Lookie here boys we got us a cute little firefly," Harry heard the unmistakable voice of Theodore Nott coming from down the corridor.
Feeling a bit nosy he followed the sounds of Nott's pet trolls' laughter and came upon four people in a desolate section of the corridor. Theodore Nott accompanied by Crabbe and Goyle had a fourth-year Gryffindor girl's arms pinned against the wall. Judging by the movement of her mouth and the lack of sound, Harry assumed she was under a silencing spell. The girl saw him approaching the group and paled even further, he had a bit of a reputation with the Gryffindors after all.
"Evening Nott," Harry drawled making his presence known.
"Potter," Nott said stiffly.
"Got yourself a blood traitor I see," Harry said grinning lecherously at the girl.
"Yes, do you want a turn? If so, you'll have to wait until I've had her first," Nott said running his hand over the girl's neck.
"Of course, I want a turn, I simply love... redheads," Harry said never taking his eyes off of the terrified girl.
"Hold her still you two," Nott ordered as he began to shift his robes around.
"Here I'll just stick her arms to the wall," Harry offered as he drew his wand.
"Good idea, Potter," Nott nodded appreciatively.
Harry cast the sticking charm with a lazy flick of his wand securing the girl's wrists to the stone wall. Harry kept his wand in his hand as Crabbe and Goyle stepped away the girl giving Harry a grateful smile.
Harry watched the girl fight against the sticking charm but was unable to pull her arms free from the wall no matter how much she struggled.
"There that's better," Harry grinned as Nott approached the girl while Crabbe and Goyle watched on eagerly as Theodore reached towards the buttons on her blouse.
Harry smirked at the girl before flicking his wand three times in quick succession sending three nonverbal stunners at his housemates' backs. Shaking his head at their complete lack of awareness, he watched all three of them hit the ground with a soft 'thud'.
"Alone at last," Harry smiled as he flicked his wand lazily, sliding the three unconscious boys out of his way, their bodies slamming into the wall on either side of the corridor as he approached the girl still stuck to the wall.
"I am going to remove the silencing spell now but if you scream I'll wake them back up and leave, do you understand?" Harry asked as he came to stand in front of her.
The redheaded girl nodded still looking utterly terrified as Harry raised his wand and cancelled the silencing charm.
"Pl-please let me go," The girl begged tears starting to run down her cheeks.
"Who are you?" Harry asked ignoring her plea as he looked her over.
The girl had dark auburn hair and was short, maybe five feet tall, she looked to be about fourteen and had a light smattering of freckles on her face. Her terrified brown eyes looked into his as he gave her a calculating look.
"G-Ginny Weasley," the girl stuttered out.
"And what will you do for me if I let you go, Ginny Weasley?" Harry asked with a predatory smile.
"Wh-what do you want?" Ginny asked warily.
"Information on a certain housemate of yours," Harry answered.
"I won't tell you anything about Draco!" Ginny exclaimed angrily.
"I am sorry to hear that, Ginny Weasley. Good luck with Nott and his goon squad," Harry sighed as he turned to walk away.
"Wait! P-please I'll do anything else but that," Ginny exclaimed looking completely desperate.
"Anything you say?" Harry asked thoughtfully.
"Y-yes, just please let me go," Ginny exclaimed.
"Alright, I'll let you go but I will expect you to hold up your end of our bargain or you'll wake up in their bedchambers," Harry warned.
"Y-you have my word," Ginny nodded, looking horrified at the thought.
"Then we have a deal, I'll be in touch when I decide what I want from you," Harry said as he flicked his wand and cancelled the sticking charm.
"T-thank you," Ginny said as she stooped down to pick up her wand from the floor.
"Don't thank me yet," Harry whispered as he stepped forward pressing her against the wall.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Ginny gasped in surprise.
Harry didn't answer as he lifted her head and ran his fingers through her hair as he leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips, catching Ginny by surprise. Harry was a bit taken aback when she began to return the kiss, moaning softly into his mouth.
Harry pulled back from the kiss and looked over her flushed face, smirking at her
"You really are very pretty," Harry whispered before backing away from her.
'SMACK'
Harry's head was turned sideways from an unexpected blow to the right side of his face. It took him a second to realize Ginny had hauled off and smacked him.
"How dare you!" Ginny snarled, her face still flushed red but this time in anger.
"The hero always gets a kiss from the damsel in distress," Harry chuckled as he rubbed the side of his face secretly impressed with the force she put into the blow.
"You are no hero and I am no damsel," Ginny snorted as she pointed her wand at the three unconscious boys and prepared to cast a very painful-looking hex on them.
"Don't, I already have a way to punish them," Harry said as he placed his hand on her forearm to stop her from casting a spell on Nott.
"Fine," Ginny huffed as she jerked her arm out of his grip.
"There is no reason to be rude, Weasley, I did save you before they could take your virtue," Harry pointed as he directed his own wand at the downed boys and cast a memory charm at each of them in turn.
"I thought you were going to join in," Ginny muttered angrily.
"Not my thing, I prefer my conquests to be willing," Harry assured her.
"I had better get back to the common room," Ginny said feeling a bit wrung out.
"Very well, come along, I'll escort you to your common room," Harry said matter of factly.
"You don't know where it is," Ginny said, looking uneasy at the idea of him escorting her anywhere.
"Of course I do, my parents were both in the house of the brave," Harry smirked before taking her hand and guiding her out of this particular corridor.
"And yet you are the creepy Slytherin who's always leering at Hermione," Ginny scowled as she looked at their joined hands.
"Granger is very easy to fluster, it's quite amusing to mess with her," Harry shrugged.
"She thinks you like her and you're putting on this facade so the other Slytherins won't find out," Ginny said, smirking at the look of horror that crossed his face.
"I can assure you I have no interest in Granger as anything other than amusement," Harry drawled.
As if the mere mention of her name had somehow made her appear out of thin air, Hermione stepped off the main staircase and froze when she saw Harry and Ginny approaching.
"Potter, what on earth are you doing up here?" Hermione demanded hotly.
"What business is it of yours, Granger?" Harry drawled.
"This," Hermione said pointing to the prefect badge pinned to her chest.
"Well, they certainly are developing quite nicely," Harry agreed seeing the swells of her breasts underneath her white blouse.
"I meant my prefect badge, stop ogling my chest!" Hermione demanded hotly, her face flushing in embarrassment.
"You should have made your meaning plainer but that badge makes little difference to me, I have one too," Harry shrugged, as he gestures to his own prefect badge.
"You didn't answer my question, why are you up here?" Hermione demanded.
"I was just escorting a little lost lion back to her common room," Harry said, finding the look of frustration on Hermione's face quite amusing.
"Oh no, I don't want you coming anywhere near our common room," Hermione protested.
"Then how will I be able to visit you... after hours?" Harry asked innocently.
"You won't, I don't want you anywhere near me," Hermione huffed before storming off and completely forgetting about Ginny.
"See what I mean, very easy to fluster," Harry said as he began leading Ginny down the hall and getting an involuntary snort of amusement from Ginny.
They had barely walked down another corridor before Harry heard his name called again, this time by a more unwelcome voice.
"What are you doing with my little sister?!" Ron Weasley demanded.
"Being a gentleman and escorting her to her common room," Harry said matter-of-factly.
"Release her at once!" Ron demanded, looking pointedly at Ginny's hand that Harry was still holding.
"Fine, where is Malfoy hiding tonight?" Harry asked, feeling a bit surprised to see Weasley alone.
"Detention with the defense professor not that it's any of your business," Ron scowled.
"He's been singing about the return of the dark lord then?" Harry asked looking pleased.
"Fuck off Potter, we all know your parents grovel at his feet," Ron exclaimed.
"The same way your parents grovel at Dumbledore's feet," Harry drawled earning matching scowls from the siblings.
"Well I have to go, until we meet again, my fair Ginny," Harry said in a charming tone.
"You stay away from her!" Ron called after him making Harry grin to himself.
Harry headed back to the corridor where he found Nott still unconscious and called out, "Dilbert."
Pop
"Yes, master Harry?" The tiny elf asked as he appeared in front of Harry in a crisp linen sheet draped over him to look like a toga.
"Fetch me a full vial and a quarter vial of polyjuice potion from my trunk please," Harry instructed.
Dilbert snapped his fingers and two vials of the mudlike liquid appeared in mid-air floating in front of him.
"That will be all," Harry said as he plucked the potion out of the air.
"Yes master Harry," Dilbert said before disappearing and leaving Harry alone with his three unconscious classmates.
Harry grinned evilly as he took the hair he had collected from Ginny when he had stolen that kiss and placed it into one of the vials. Next, Harry plucked a brown hair from Nott's head and dropped it into a vial that only had about fifteen minutes' worth of polyjuice in it
Harry took the full vial with ginny's hair noting it had turned a pleasant honey colour and poured it into Nott's mouth before casting a charm to make him swallow it.
He watched with interest as Nott shrunk before his eyes soon resembling Ginny Weasley. With a flick of his wand, he transfigured Nott's clothes to resemble the blouse and skirt that Ginny was wearing.
With another flick of his wand, Nott/Ginny was lifted into the air so Nott was in an upright position before being flung to the wall. Harry cast lazily cast a sticking charm so that Nott/Ginny's arms were stuck to the stone like Ginny's had been earlier that evening.
Harry downed the potion with Nott's hair cringing at the babyshit yellow hue and waited for the change to complete before casting a silencing spell on Nott and reviving him. Once he saw Nott/Ginny start to come around, Harry revived Crabbe and Goyle who both shakily got to their feet.
"I've had my fill of the filthy blood traitor, you two help yourselves," Nott/Harry said as he turned to leave.
Nott/Ginny watched on in horror as whoever it was disguised as him spoke, it took him a moment to realize he didn't look like himself, the red hair falling over his eyes was a dead giveaway.
"Thanks," Crabbe grunted gratefully as he turned to face Nott/Ginny.
"Alright Greg, I call firsts," Crabbe said looking at his apish friend challengingly.
"Fine, but I want her arse," Goyle said in a soft voice.
Nott/Ginny paled when he realized they were talking about him and tried desperately to free himself from the charms holding his wrists to no avail.
Nott/Ginny screamed but no sound came out as the two boys roughly ripped his clothes off.
'This can't be happening! This can't be happening!" Nott screamed in his mind as Crabbe came closer to him fiddling with his trousers.
It was happening!
Harry walked away from that corridor having no desire in seeing the fruits of his labour. Truthfully he had never gotten on very well with Nott since he had met him years ago at his godfather's Christmas ball. Theodore Nott was an evil little toad and seemed to get worse as the days went by. Setting Nott up the way he had just done didn't really have anything to do with Ginny Weasley, truthfully he could care less. The reason he was letting Crabbe and Goyle have their way with Nott went back to last year when Nott had attempted to do the same thing to Daphne's little sister, Astoria.
Neville Longbottom of all people had stepped in and saved her from losing her innocence at eleven but Harry felt that Nott had not fully paid for that crime.
Harry turned the corner as he heard the tearing of fabric echoing down the corridor from the direction he just come from. If it wasn't for the fact of what was about to happen, Harry would pay to see the look on Crabbe and Goyle's faces when the polyjuice wore off. With any luck, all three of them would need a mind healer after tonight.
"Now the wrackspurts are following you, Harry," Luna Lovegood chirped as she fell into step beside him.
"How do you know who I am?" Harry sighed.
"The same nargles are circling you," Luna explained.
"So why are you following me this time?" Harry asked, wondering how she always seemed to pop out of nowhere just to annoy him.
"I got locked out of the common room again," Luna answered in a dreamy tone
"Again?" Harry asked as he glanced at her noticing she was barefoot and wearing a long teeshirt for a nightgown.
"The nargles sealed the door to the common room again and I am getting cold," Luna said, giving him a hopeful look.
"Fine, follow me," Harry sighed.
"You're not going to make me sleep on the floor again are you?" Luna asked suspiciously.
"I won't as long as you don't molest me while I'm sleeping... again," Harry bargained.
"If you still look like creepy Nott at bedtime I wouldn't want to play with your snorkack," Luna shuddered.
"The polyjuice should wear off in the next ten minutes," Harry assured her.
"Thank heavens," Luna muttered.
They walked in silence after that though Harry did take a second to cast a warming charm on her. They didn't pass anyone on their walk through the castle... well unless you counted the Grey Lady who gave them a curious look but didn't comment as she floated past them
Once in the dungeon corridor, Luna began to hum serenely her musical voice echoing down the hall making the dark narrow corridor seem almost... creepy.
Finally, they arrived at the stretch of wall where the entrance to the Slytherin common room was located and Harry spoke the password.
"Purity."
Harry had been giving Luna a place to sleep when her housemates locked her out since his second year. He didn't think it wise to leave her roaming the halls at the time since Nott's predecessor Markus Flint had a thing for young girls and was a Slytherin prefect at the time. Over the years he had come to like having Luna around no matter what he said to the contrary.
No one in the common room said a word as Nott/Harry led the fourth-year Ravenclaw down the stairs to his dorm, though a few girls shot him a look of revulsion.
Harry pressed his palm to the plate on the door to his dorm and held it open for Luna to enter before stepping in himself and closing the door behind him.
Harry took off his outer robes which were a bit baggy on him in the guise of Nott, thankfully he could already feel his skin starting to bubble like wax as the potion's effects began to wear off.
"I need a shower after that," Harry muttered after grabbing his pajamas and heading into the bathroom leaving Luna to do, whatever she did.
Harry was just rinsing his hair when the sliding glass shower door opened and closed and he heard Luna humming merrily behind him.
"Lovegood, why are you in here?" Harry asked as he opened his eyes to find her staring at him curiously.
"I needed a shower too," Luna answered dreamily.
"You could have waited," Harry pointed out as he stepped around her to grab his bar of soap.
"But then I couldn't see you naked," Luna pointed out as she stepped under the water.
You're my punishment for something," Harry muttered as he began soaping up.
Harry couldn't help but watch the water running over her developing curves, it was very... distracting.
"That's my theory as well," Luna agreed.
Harry waited until she moved out of the water before taking his turn to rinse occasionally glancing at her pert bum as she faced away from him.
'Thump'
"Oh how silly of me, I dropped the soap," Luna exclaimed as she bent down to pick it up.
"That's it, I'm out," Harry said before getting out of the shower and grabbing his towel.
"That's not what you're supposed to do when someone drops the soap, Harry," Luna's voice sounded from the other side of the fogged-up shower door.
Harry ignored her as he dried off and began pulling on his pajama bottoms while Luna began to sing.
Harry made his way to his bed before climbing under his covers and sighing as he settled into the soft mattress. He had just closed his eyes when he felt the bed dip again as before Luna snuggled up against him resting her head on his shoulder. Harry was used to Luna's quirks by now and didn't comment as her leg draped over his own.
"Good night, Harry," Luna said sleepily.
"Good night Luna," Harry chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her.
Harry relaxed secretly enjoying the feeling of her warm nude body pressed against him as he heard her start to lightly snore into his neck.
'Hell of a first day,' Harry thought as he too drifted off to dreamland.