Something Went Wrong… Severely Wrong!!
Chapter Two: Effects Take Place.
I blink. White high ceiling and two blurry faces in my vision.
I clear my throat.
'Now, don't panic Potter,'
'What happened… to my voice? Wha-' I clear my throat again, 'Please… let that be the only side effect to Neville's potion.'
'Think again, Potter,' snarls a slightly higher pitched but, well known tone.
I sit up and look towards the voice.
There stood a girl; a very pretty girl… mid-length silvery, blonde hair, stunning, angry grey eyes. Nice bust size too… probably would look better in a bra though… hang on…
'Malfoy?' a voice squeaks… it can't be mine.
'Why don't you check yourself out, Potter.'
I leap from the bed, heading towards a full-length mirror.
'Your glasses mist- … your glasses,' said Professor Dumbledore, handing them to me.
A girl stood in the reflective glass.
Mid-length dark messy hair, it curled and waved in odd almost windswept directions; scared, dazzling green eyes staring at me, a slightly smaller bust than… Malfoy's…?
I touched my groin, the girl did the same… my hair… again the move is mimicked. Lastly, squeezing my eyes shut, I place my open palm to my chest and receive a handful of warm flesh under my sweater…
'Oh, God…'
'You're reaction is slightly more controlled than Malfoy's, which I'm glad to hear,' said Madame Pomfrey, 'ladies shouldn't talk like trailer trash!'
'I'm not a bloody lady!' screamed a female Malfoy.
I spin to face him.
'What did you do?!' I squeak again.
'What did I do?!' Malfoy's voice rose, 'It's what your dimwitted boy friend did! Throwing that poisoned potion!' Malfoy's voice reached a surprisingly high octave.
'My boyfriend! Ron is my best mate!'
'With privileges,' he… no… she snorted.
'Like I'm sure you are with those ape-like friends of yours!' I glared.
'Totally,' Malfoy rolled her eyes, arms folding under her large breasts, making them bounce with the sudden movement. 'Having a mood swing Potter? Think you're on your rags?'
'What!?' a blush races across my new feminine features. 'I'm not the one who needs a bra! Get used to it Malfoy, it'll be the largest thing you own on your body in your life!'
'Look whose talking!' he screeched, flicking one of mine.
'Hey! Don't touch!' I cover my body protectively.
'Why? Enjoyed it a little too much? Getting a bit wet down there? You sick bastard!'
There is no way in Heaven or Hell that I would admit to him that the pain in my abused nipple tingled in a little too pleasing way.
'Fuck you, Malfoy!'
'I'm sure if I had my penis you'd like that very much wouldn't you?'
I stormed out.
I have to talk to- I can't talk to Ron about this! What does he know about girls? This is yet again another situation for Hermione's knowledge.
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I enter the common room; it's late but, I know Ron and Hermione will still be up waiting for me… Oh great… Ron… I don't want him to see me like this!
I pull down on my sweater trying to flatten the extra bit of flesh.
'Harry! I'm so, sorry mate!' Ron's eyes bulge, 'er… Harry… what exactly did Neville's potion do to you?'
Hermione squealed, 'the potion turned you into a girl!'
'Nice observation,' my bottom lip juts out in an obvious pout; I pull the lip under my teeth. 'What am I supposed to do? I can't stay like this!'
Hermione calmed herself and Ron attempted to resist the urge to check out my new features.
'Well, last time Neville mucked up a potion his hair was blue for five months,' stated Hermione.
'Oh yeah, I remember that!' Ron smirked as he began reminiscing, 'The Ravenclaws wanted to use him as their Quidditch mascot.'
I groan.
'I can't be a female for five months! This could affect everything!' I dump myself in an armchair and start to brood.
'Like what? Quidditch? Your studies?' Hermione places her hands on her hips, 'Have you forgotten that there are females doing those same things?'
My pout increases and I stare into the fire place.
'Tomorrow is Saturday.'
'So?' asked Ron.
'So, Hogsmeade trip. Harry, I'm going to take you shopping, until then, you'll have to borrow some of my clothes.'
'What! What's wrong with the ones I've got?'
'For one thing, they're Dudley's hand-me-downs; a belt won't hold up those trousers on those hips for long!'
She is right of course.
'Okay, I'll see you tomorrow morning, early,' she left the room and Ron and I share a look.
'Oh God, please Ron… don't look at me like that… I'm still Harry Potter.'
'Well mate, you're gonna have ta change your name in public, you don't want or need those papers finding out about this gender-bender episode.'
I groan again.
'That's all I need, more publicity… what should I call myself then?'
Ron shrugs, 'I donno, you'll always be Harry to me mate… maybe your mum's name? Then you won't forget when me or Hermione call out to you.'
'Lilly? I think I'll ask Hermione in the morning.'
Ron took a few steps towards me.
'What?' I raise an eyebrow up at him. 'You're not gonna crack on to me are you?'
'No, of course not!' Ron shudders visibly, 'You're like a brother… well I guess sister now,' I throw a book at him and he laughs, 'Nah, I was just thinking… do you still have the scar? I mean, it'll be difficult keeping your identity on the low if you do…'
'I donno… I didn't check…' I lift my fringe and Ron shakes his head.
'Nope, it's like new skin mate,' I nod.
'So… it looks like I'll be able to get away with an alias in public… God, this is stupid!' I rub my temples, 'I think… I'm just gonna go to bed…'
'Alright mate, I'll see you in the morning… oh, you'll probably need to speak to McGonagall about sleeping arrangements too… you're not exactly male anymore mate… they might shove you in with the girls.' He smirks, 'It'll be the best chance for you to have a little perv while you're in there too.'
'So, not helping,' I frown.
'Lighten up mate!' Ron wraps an arm around my shoulders as we head up the stairs to the boys dorm, 'It's not like it's forever, gotta make the best of it.'
Well I certainly don't see him taking it well if he were in my situation.
A/N
Phew! Chapter two up and running! I'm about halfway through the third one now so it should be up in a few hours! Just bare with me ladies and gents! I'm working as fast as this dusty brain and sore hand can move!
Now, tell me… who expected THAT kind of outcome to Neville's potion? =P
.Mister Jackkkk. ^_^