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One of The Guys
Chapter Three
First Impressions (Edit 2/8/09)
The next morning Hermione met Ginny outside her dorm room. She greeted the other girl awkwardly, especially after the previous night. She was a bit agitated that Ginny could behave so normal, using a smile as a greeting. Then again, it wasn't Ginny who was going undercover as a boy.
Hermione shuffled her books from one arm to the other. She didn't like to come back to the common room after breakfast because it became so crowded and also so she could get a good seat in her morning classes.
"Wait," Hermione said when Ginny pulled her out of the common room.
"What?" Ginny moaned, "I'm hungry, let's go-," She pulled Hermione's hand and dragged her down the hall.
"Ginny, Let go," Hermione said tearing her hand away from her hungry friend. Ginny stopped walking and gave Hermione an exasperated look.
"Ok."
"I think I know how to pull that article project off," Hermione said
"Oh you do," Ginny cried. She looked around and lowered her head, "how?"
"Professor McGonagall," Hermione answered.
"Ok," Ginny said slowly. No doubt she was confused. "You want McGonagall to be our guy?"
Hermione shook her head, remembering that Ginny was not in her or year and therefore she had different magic lessons. She lowered her voice even though there were few people around them and began to explain: "McGonagall taught us a spell that can make you look like the opposite sex. I'll have her teach me the spell and then I can put it on anytime I want to."
"Ok," Ginny nodded, "But wouldn't she be confused when you ask about that spell."
Hermione shrugged, "I'll figure something out. See you later,"
Ginny watched her friend walk off towards Professor McGonagall's office before running down to the Great Hall. She silently wished Hermione good luck while giggling at the hilarity of the situation. She was sure Hermione would make an awkward boy, another Michael Carmichael.
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Hermione walked down the familiar hallway that her Transfiguration teacher's office was located in. She stopped outside the door and prayed McGonagall was already there.
She looked around to see if anyone was watching her before slipping into the room. She was beginning to feel like a spy with all her paranoia and sneaking around. Of course no one was paying attention to her and if they were, they would write it off as another of Hermione's quarks. She gave a sigh of release to see the older, severe woman sitting behind her desk.
"Ahhh, Miss Granger," McGonagall greeted. "What may I do for you, especially before breakfast?" She asked pleasantly. Her voice was light and dreamy and she had a sparkle in her eyes that Hermione had most certainly never seen before. She wondered briefly if Dumbledore found out about her plans and decided to play a joke by disguising himself as McGonagall.
She shook her to get rid of the ridiculous idea, but now that the seed was planted…
McGonagall shuffled with the papers (most letters) on her she had been previously sorting through and hid them in a drawer.
"Miss Granger, I am sure there is a reason you came here other than to stare at me," The Woman gave a smile that certainly creeped Hermione out. What was going on with McGonagall; She never looks this happy?
"Good morning Professor," She greeted remembering her reason for being here. "I don't mean to bother but a friend gave me an idea for and article that might well, will gather attention." Hermione said slowly.
"Well?" McGonagall said.
"Well I was thinking I could take time off the paper to go under cover as a well," She stuttered, "A guy."
"Hmm," McGonagall did look surprised, "That certainly would catch a lot of attention."
"I know!" Hermione said, "Ginny said I could discover the male mind and write about it."
"Miss Weasley's idea, I should have guessed, and you want me to teach you the 'Sunor ot celfer' spell," She said, reading her mind.
Hermione nodded, "Yes, that would be most useful."
McGonagall took off her square glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose, "When do you wish to get started on your 'project'?" she asked.
"Oh," Hermione looked thoughtful. "I guess as soon as possible," She said.
"Would you like me to place it on you or teach you how?" she asked.
Hermione answered without hesitation, "Teach me how."
McGonagall nodded then stood up, "Come to my classroom every night after dinner and we shall practice." She walked over to the door and opened it. "Now off to breakfast."
Hermione took it as her cue to leave. She walked over to the door and thanked her professor before leaving.
McGonagall gave a sigh as the door closed behind Hermione. She walked over to her desk and opened her drawer. Written and cologne-sprayed envelopes in curly red words were, 'To my Dearest Minerva.'
She smiled thinking of the one she loved and how romantic this person was. She sniffed at the envelopes, loving how sensual the smell was before she hid them back in her desk. It would be too dangerous and unprofessional if anyone found out about their love.
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Ron woke up to Lavender standing at the end of the bed with the curtains drawn wide open. She was staring down at him with a fake morning smile plastered to her face.
"Good morning, sleepy head," She sang in a loud shrill voice.
Ron, now fully awake, punched his pillow in and groaned. "Lavender, go away," He mumbled.
Lavender smiled and tugged at his blankets but Ron grabbed a firm grip on it. "Harry!" She yelled. "Get over here and help."
A moment later a shirtless Harry in only boxers came over and helped Lavender tear off the blankets.
Ron now laid on a bare bed in a wooly, maroon sweater and short, flannel pajama pants that revealed too much of his hairy ankles than what Lavender wanted to see. She squealed as he sat up and looked around the dorm. Apparently Seamus and Dean were given the same wake up call but he could see no Neville around.
"Get dressed and get out," Lavender commanded. She walked over to Harry who was shooting Ron pleading looks and dragged him into the bathroom.
Ron let out a moan, "Merlin, that woman is crazy."
"I know man," Seamus said walking over to stand next to Ron's bed, "She took my sheets away too. And I sleep in the nude." Seamus sighed. "Rough isn't she?"
Ron made a face at Seamus, "Too much information, but I just really need to go to the bathroom."
Ron got ready and left with Dean and Seamus. He knew Lavender must have been doing Harry's makeover, which she and he had forcefully pushed on Harry. Personally, he felt that Harry deserved the torture that is crossdressing. Ron may not have wanted to be a girl, but darn it, it still hurt when Harry told him he made an ugly girl. But still, Ron was a loyal friend so he decided he would hold off his peeing until he reached a different bathroom instead of barging into the dorm bathroom with Lavender and Harry; Harry was probably traumatized enough as it is, and it was only eight o'clock.
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As Ron and his roommates entered the Great Hall they found Neville sitting with Ginny and Hermione. Ron let out a loud groan as Seamus and Dean moved to sit with them and Ron not wanting to be alone followed.
Neville was in a storm of stuttering as he uttered compliments and flirty remarks at Ginny. On any other occasion Ron probably would freak out but seeing as Ginny could put Neville in a headlock if he tried anything inappropriate, he wasn't that worried about her.
Because of the conversion of the two groups, tensions were high between Ron and Hermione. Breakfast wasn't even halfway over when Ron left the Great Hall, which was a great achievement seeing as Ron had never, no matter what, under any circumstances ever left breakfast early.
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Harry stepped out of the bathroom. He was wearing a spare female uniform and the bra that had been dirty boxers in its previous life. He was still tall, and still had his quidditch muscles. Harry didn't think he looked anything like an attractive young girl but Lavender argued he still needed his hair and makeup done.
Lavender transfigured Ron's wig to a black color and lengthened it till it reached passed Harry's shoulders and then attacked him with a pair of scissors, layering the wig so it framed his face.
Even, despite Lavender's attempts, there was still a masculine air about him and his awkwardness. Lavender knew that their plan probably wouldn't work any longer than a week but she completely intended to go through with this plan.
She helped Harry gather his books and the two left off to go to class. Outside the room Ron was waiting for them and started laughing when he saw Harry. Though he had to admit, Harry looked a lot better then he did.
Since breakfast wasn't completely finished the trio went down to their first class, transfiguration.
Harry was so nervous, he felt like he was about to throw up. He could imagine the teasing he was about to be bombarded with, he could only hope that Ron and Lavender would stay by his side.
They waited outside the classroom, Lavender every once in a while telling Harry tips on femininity but her words went in one ear and out the other. After two minutes Prof. McGonagall came out. She passed as she glanced at the three students.
"Good Morning, Miss Brown, Mister Weasley, Mister Potter-," She stopped and looked at Harry. She stared at him funny. "I don't think I even want to know," She said. She turned to leave before looking back at Harry. "I'm not here to judge."
Harry smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. "It's for a project, Professor," he said.
McGonagall only raised an eyebrow and nodded disbelievingly. "You don't have to explain to me, I'm not here to judge."
"No really," He said, blushing. Merlin, his teacher thought he was a crossdresser. His manhood was shot and buried.
"What for, then?" she asked.
"It was my idea, Professor," Lavender cut in. "I ah wanted one of them to go under cover as a girl and keep a diary of it… as a learning experience. I guess it isn't gonna work."
"Well," McGonagall tilted her head to the side, "Potter could pass for a girl."
Harry made a face. "Thanks professor," he said sarcastically. Forget dead and buried, his manhood was being tortured by some short horny man wearing a loin cloth and holding a trident.
McGonagall gave Harry a pitying look, "Oh alright," She said to herself, "Potter, come with me, now." She opened her classroom door open and Harry walked in. She followed, shutting the door behind her and moving to stand in front of her desk. She briefly wondered what was in the water that was making her students want to transfigure themselves, but then again, teenagers were known for being adventurous.
Granger and Potter were obviously into more drastic ways of exploring themselves and their sexuality. McGonagall briefly made to talk to Dumbledore about creating a sex education class that could possibly steer the students into more conventional ways of self-exploration. After making plans, she pulled out her wand and said, "Tonera uoytahw tubera ouyohw toneraouy." (A/N: This chant is different than the chant in the first chapter because the castor is performing it on someone else and not on his/herself.)
Harry felt a tingling sensation spark in his abdomen and then travel up his chest. In his skin he felt like every tiny hair standing up. He felt his bones change shape and the feeling of someone tickling in him in private area. When the feeling ended he looked around himself as best as he could and noticed he felt shorter smaller, not by much, but the lack of height had a pronounce affect on his perspective.
He looked up at McGonagall and she held out her wand and cast a spell on the wall behind him. Harry wheeled around and saw the wall transform into a mirror. He stared into his reflection and let out a gasp. He took the wig he was wearing off and reached his hand behind his back to adjust the bra. The cloths he was wearing, although feminine, were now too big on his shoulders.
He was skinny and had and average sized chest. His muscles he gained from playing quidditch were well toned and played nicely with his body and his new curves. He had a very cute face and short black hair. He never even imagined that if he were a girl he would look so similar to male form. His was still the same, messy, short hair he grew up with.
He had to admit he looked hot and with that admission, he felt his manhood obliterate.
"Wow!" Harry whispered. He took off his glasses and made a show of cleaning them on the hem of his shirt before placing them back on his nose.
"Mm-hmm," McGonagall nodded, "Now how are you going to explain yourself to the school?" She asked.
Harry's head snapped to her. "I didn't even think of that," He said. "Oh my god! They'll know!"
She looked thoughtful; "well I'll go tell Professor Dumbledor he'll explain everything. Come along."
She led Harry out of the office and past Ron and Lavender who were waiting outside the door. Harry blushed at Ron's expression. He was gaping at Harry and his eyes held a lust Harry hoped to never see directed at him from another guy ever again.
A few people stared at him as they walked to Dumbledor's office. Mostly boys stared because they were interested in finding out who the new girl was and how they could seduce her. The girls were just curious to know the new girl who was exciting all of the boys and how they could become friends with her. As all of this was happening, Harry tried to hide himself behind his Professor.
They reached the statue that blocked the Headmasters entrance. McGonagall said the password: "Raspberry drops," and they watched as it jumped out of the way. They than climbed up the moving staircase to the office and knocked on the door.
The Headmaster called them in. He sat behind his desk smiling pleasantly at the two. He gestured his hand out towards the cushioned chairs in front of him before folding them back in front of him.
"Professor McGonagall, Who do we have here?" He greeted still smiling.
Harry looked at his professor before turning to look at his headmaster. "This, sir, is Harry Potter," Said McGonagall.
Dumbledor instantly sent an intense look at Harry who shivered under his gaze. "Hmmmm," he said slowly, "I see. May I ask what happened?"
"His friends and he decided he would go under cover as a girl and keep a diary of the events to follow this," Said his professor.
"We were going to send the entries in to the school paper," Harry said, "As soon as we're done."
McGonagall looked at him, "Really?" she asked. Harry nodded. "Headmaster," She said to Dumbledor, "May I talk to you in private?" she asked.
"Of course. Harry, would you mind waiting outside?"
Harry shook his head.
As he left the room McGonagall walked to Dumbledore's side. "Miss Granger came to me earlier with the same issue." She said. "She wanted to learn the 'Sunor ot celfer' spell so she could learn to do it herself. She too was going to write about it in the newspaper. Maybe they can both do it."
Dumbledore nodded. "Don't tell Hermione what the Harry is doing and via-reverse. They might blow their cover, otherwise." McGonagall nodded. "They'll be exchange students from two different schools. We'll say they switched with Harry and Hermione."
McGonagall nodded, "Should we tell the staff?"
The old man shook his head. "No, they too might reveal something. Let's allow Harry back in."
McGonagall went to the door where she found the Harry sitting on the ground with his knees together and his ill-fitting skirt covering them perfectly. "You can come back in," She said.
Harry stood up with awkwardness before following his professor into his room and again sat down in the chair he sat in earlier.
"We will be having an exchange student coming in later in the week," Professor McGonagall lied. "He is coming in from… Beauxbatons. He and Miss Granger will be switching for a couple of months. We don't see the harm in letting you pretend to be an exchange to student from Durmstrang."
"Does that work out, Harry?" The Headmaster asked kindly.
Harry nodded. "But not Harry," He said, "Something else."
"Right," the two adults agreed. "How about Carmen? Kate? Cathy? Kayla? Julie? Lisa—" Were just a few of their suggestions.
"No? How about Harriet?"
Harry shook his head, vigorously.
"No," He said. "That will remind them of Harry then they'll start to get suspicious. We should steer clear of the H's." He looked thoughtful. "Do I look like a Carmen?" He asked.
The two adults smiled sheepishly and shrugged.
"You thought of this before haven't you?" Dumbledor asked kindly, his eyes twinkling. He smiled and chuckled a little (students, these days).
Harry blushed and nodded his head meekly. "Evie." He said raising his head and looking at them, a blush still faint on his face.
"Evie's a beautiful name," McGonagall said. Harry smiled at her gratefully and she stood up and led him to the door. McGonagall turned her head back to the headmaster. 'Evie?' She mouthed with an amused expression on her face. The headmaster chuckled before following her out.
The trio walked down the halls to the Great Hall. Along the way Harry saw Ron and Lavender hanging around in the entrance. Once they saw Harry, they trailed behind, weary of the adults. As they entered the Great Hall, Harry and the two professors walked towards the front of the room. Students began to notice them and them, some pointing at Harry in confusion. He shuddered and stood now before the full hall. He also noticed to his disgust a few Slytherins catcalled his way.
"Attention everyone," Dumbledore said, "This year we are having an exchange program. Mister Potter and Miss Granger will be exchanged with two students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Mister Potter has already left and Miss Granger will be leaving shortly."
Hermione stared at the Headmaster in confusion. She never agreed to be part of an exchange program. She looked over at Ginny who only shrugged.
"In replace of Mister Potter is Evie…Evans who is exchanged from Durmstrang. She has been sorted into Gryffindor and I hope for all you students to treat her with respect."
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