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Hermione Granger was furious! She was also humiliated, confused, and most definitely not herself.
This was because she was... well... she was Draco Malfoy. She was supposed to be Lavender Brown, blonde-haired Lavender, female Lavender! But no! Somehow, Lavender’s hair was switched with Malfoy’s.
Draco bloody Malfoy!
That wasn’t all, though. What’s more, the fact that it wasn’t all made Hermione very suspicious. One would think, in a simple mix-up, where the hairs were accidentally swapped, that the others would be in a similar situation.
Lavender Brown and Theodore Nott, however, were not in the same scenario, but Draco Malfoy was.
Draco sodding Malfoy!
The fact that Nott and Brown were Polyjuiced as they should be made Hermione very suspicious, indeed.
“I thought I told you to go to the Slytherin’s Head Dormitory, Granger,” Professor Snape sneered from the door between his office and his classroom.
Hermione jumped out of her skin, reminded once more of the pickle she was in. She turned and looked at her professor’s shoes. Trying her damnedest to mind her temper, she hissed, “I don’t know where that is.”
She glanced at the professor’s face and thought she saw a flash of pity.
He took three strides and tapped his wand on a tapestry of Salazar Slytherin. “Straight through to the door at the end.”
Muttering her thanks, Hermione walked through the long hall. It was bizarre. She was several inches taller than she was used to, and her long legs made it very difficult to walk, not to mention her shredded school uniform. She was lucky to have been wearing her robes when she transformed into Malfoy. Her blouse, bra, skirt... everything she was wearing was hanging from her body.
As was a penis. Hermione had no idea how to walk with a cock between her legs, and more than once already she had quite the reminder to watch herself when it got pinched between her thighs. There was also... semen on the inside of her skirt, cold and wet on what remained of her tights.
Hermione saw red, again, and thought back to the row she’d had with Lavender about prudish behaviour. She had no evidence, unless you counted this entire fucking Potions lesson.
Pushing through the door to the Head’s dormitory, Hermione was not pleased to see that Malfoy wasn’t present. He had trotted right off, holding his trousers in his fists to keep from tripping on the trailing material as he left Professor Snape’s office, not sparing a thought to her situation.
Prat.
The problem was that unless specially modified, Polyjuice Potion would transform someone completely, and if the person was of the opposite sex, there was a coordinating physical repercussion. Thinking of the sensation of her clitoris transforming into a cock, and her ovaries dropping, and the accompanying orgasm made her shiver.
She’d come in her knickers in front of the whole Potions lesson!
The only saving grace had been that her ecstatic grunts had been followed by an inverse from the other side of the room. Swallowing, Hermione tried to think what it would have been like for him to have his cock retracted into his pelvis as what had been outside came in.
From his moans, it sounded quite nice. She would find out soon enough, the potion only lasting an hour.
Hermione’s face flushed. She couldn’t think straight as she was, and the product of her transformation had become quite uncomfortable. Trying not to imagine what Malfoy was doing to her body—his body right now, Hermione went for the bath.
For better or worse, that’s where she found Malfoy, who shrieked when she came into the bath.
He was standing there in his pants, regular, plain boys’ shorts that made her arse look... delicious.
“Go away!” Malfoy shrieked, shooting her an icy glare.
It was... adorable. No wonder no one ever took her seriously when she was angry. Even a frigid look like only Malfoy could do looked bloody hot. Her—his mouth was even pursed into an adorable moue.
“And leave you alone with my body? I think you’ve had plenty of time as it is.” Hermione half smiled, and then thinking about her little revelation, turned to look at herself in the mirror. It was Malfoy, of course, but instead of a sneer, it was more of a smirk. She kind of liked it.
“I haven’t done anything with your body, Granger. I only just got here.”
“I don’t believe you,” she said. Remembering how uncomfortable she was, she began to take off her clothes.
“What are you doing!” Malfoy shrieked. “You’re not getting nude in here!”
“It’s your body, nitwit, and you’ve certainly had a gander at mine, haven’t you!”
“It’s not like that! I don’t expect you to understand.”
Leaning heavily on the sink, Hermione struggled to take off her ruined tights. “I don’t need to hear how terrible my body is, Malfoy, or how all the many fitter birds you’ve been with look. I get enough of that shit as it is.”
“Pull your head out of your arse for a minute, Granger. Not everything is about you!” He grabbed the hair at the top of his head, look as though he wanted to rake his fingers through it, but they got caught. It wasn’t blond silk, but a rat’s nest of brown curls. “It doesn’t... feel different in your body. I feel the same.
“I thought I would be crawling out of your skin… that I would feel dirty, but I don’t. I thought the magic would feel different, but it doesn’t. I don’t understand!”
Repairing her clothes the best she could, Hermione left them in a chair by the door. “You mean it doesn’t feel any different to be a Mudblood. Who could have guessed?” He swallowed and looked at her in the mirror.
Hermione could see the true dilemma that he was in, but couldn’t make herself care. She moved to stand behind him, totally nude. “I have to get in a bath; I’m sure you can understand.” Then, she moved to turn on the taps and got in to the tub as it filled.
The hot water was lovely, and although she felt like a complete perv, she couldn’t take her eyes off Malfoy. They might hate each other, but the things his body wanted to do to hers... Hermione let the heat of arousal flood over her, and what was between her legs perked up quite a bit.
She was so busy looking that she almost missed when Malfoy spoke.
“I’ve never seen a woman nude before.”
Hermione laughed in disbelief. “You don’t have to lie to flatter me.”
He turned and crossed his arms. It squeezed his breasts together, and Hermione couldn’t stop staring.
“Don’t leer at me. Why would I lie?”
Hermione turned her head to keep her eyes off the goodies. She was really enjoying this. It was nice to feel that a bloke would be attracted to her, that Lavender Brown was wrong, and it would be quite easy, in fact, to pick up a man if she cared to.
“You’re a Slytherin, why wouldn’t you lie?”
“Touché. And if I told you that there was a snake in the lion’s den? I know you like revenge almost as much as I do.”
“But, why?”
“Nott. He’s jealous of me, just like his father was jealous of my father. He knows that I haven’t been with a woman, and he tried to humiliate me.”
Running her tongue over her teeth, Hermione considered it. Nodding, she said, “Well, then you might as well learn something while you’re like that. Go ahead and... explore,” she said before ducking under water.
When she came up, Draco was looking at her with his hands on his hips. “You want me to take advantage of your body.”
He was very... cute when he was incredulous. Internally, Hermione smacked herself for being so... piggish. But really, he wasn’t even bothering to cover up and those breasts looked... lickable!
“Not my body, Malfoy. Those are your breasts, for a little while, anyway.”
“You know that’s not strictly true.”
Hermione shrugged. Now that her mind wasn’t racing, she was sort of enjoying the new athletic, masculine physique she was in. She couldn’t begrudge him his own exploration. “I’m sure whatever woman you decide to be with would appreciate you having a bit of knowledge. Just don’t think if it as me, if you find that so off-putting.”
He opened his mouth as if to say something but stopped himself. Then he turned and looked in the mirror. To her surprise, he didn’t go straight for the breasts, which Hermione was somewhat missing now. However, she did have view of a great pair of legs and a very nice arse. Perhaps it was time for some better denims when she got back home.
“Your face is really soft, but I think it’s because I take good care of my skin,” Malfoy said, running his fingers over his eyebrows. “Nice eyes.”
“Always a good compliment, if you’re up close with a witch.”
He frowned, looking at her in the mirror again. “You say that as if you know.”
Hermione smiled and floated on her back a bit. “It’s not polite to kiss and tell, Malfoy.”
“Tease,” he muttered but refocused his attention. His fingers went over his lips. “Sensitive.” Then his hands went to his shoulders, and past his collarbone, but diverted to his arms.
Moving to lean over the tub behind him, Hermione watched as he went over her neck and even played with her hair a bit, lifting and twisting. “What are you waiting for, Malfoy? Those breasts won’t be there forever.”
That must have embarrassed him because he went very still.
Climbing out of the bath, Hermione wrapped a towel around her waist. “You really haven’t ever—”
Malfoy closed his eyes and shook his head.
Her heart went out to him. This whole scenario could really have ended badly for Malfoy, even worse than for her. If he had been transformed into someone else, someone truly prudish and selfish, he would have been scarred for life.
Hermione stepped behind Draco and slid her hands down his arms. “Let me help,” she whispered into his ear, and then laced her fingers with his from behind. She took a deep breath and said, “Now just listen to your body. No two women will like exactly the same things, or even remotely the same things, but if you listen to what the body tells you, there is nothing to worry over.”
She pushed the palms of his hands to his hips, where his shorts still covered the skin. Then she pressed them up, and when they touched skin, he let out a staggering breath.
“How do you feel?”
“Hot.”
“Good?”
His answer was a nod of his head.
“More? Touch whatever feels good.”
Malfoy’s hand slid from under hers. She kept her hands on his belly while his rose higher and higher to his breasts. He hesitated for a moment but continued with a little encouragement.
“Notice the difference from the sensitivity of the nipples and the rest of the breast.”
His fingertips played with his nipples and they perked up. Hermione licked her lips. This was incredibly erotic, and it took everything she had to not grind her cock against him.
“Good?”
“Yes,” he said and dared to open his eyes. When he did, he took a deep breath.
Their eyes met in the mirror, and Hermione went still, too.
He swallowed slowly. “Will you, I mean, do you want to—never mind.” His hands fell away from his body, and he tried to step away from her body.
Hermione tensed her arms, perhaps more so than necessary, but she wasn’t used to her strength. “What?”
“No. It’s weird. This is weird. We shouldn’t be doing anything at all.”
Hermione frowned and pulled back a bit. “I never thought you would be one to let an opportunity slip through your fingers, Malfoy.”
Her turned and glared at her. “Merlin, Granger! You bloody know-it-all. You’re infuriating, you know!”
Hermione crossed her arms and leaned forward a bit. She didn’t mean to be menacing, but she felt how strong her shoulders were, and had to restrain herself from using her size to her advantage. “You won’t say what you want!”
“It’s ridiculous!”
“This whole bloody situation is ridiculous, but there’s no undoing it!”
He shoved her, harder than she thought he should be able to in her body. “You don’t get it! For a second I forgot! I opened my eyes and it was just me and you not you and me or you-me and fuck! This is impossible!”
Hermione grabbed his wrists, which was easy and almost reflexive. Then, she pushed them to the side and stepped up close to him. “You’re saying you want something, but it’s a ridiculous question to ask.” She watched as his eyes dilated and his breathing got heavy.
Gently, she teased her fingers up his arms, over his shoulders, and down to his breasts. He held his breath when she cupped them in her palms. “This?”
Draco shook his head, brown curls sweeping across his back. He pushed his chest forward, though, and Hermione squeezed gently, like she liked.
“Am I close? What is it?”
“Your mouth?”
Without a second thought, Hermione had his nipple in her mouth, sucking gently. Draco keened, and pushed his fingers through his hair. They moved through the silken strands with ease, and Hermione twisted to the other side even as her back protested at the angle.
“Fuck!” Draco panted. “Fuck, me!”
Hermione dropped to her knees in front of him. “No. Draco, we can’t. Your cock is much too big.”
“I don’t care.”
Hermione chuckled and kissed his belly, moving her hands around to squeeze his arse. Down his thighs and up again under his shorts. “Oh you will. If you’re really a virgin, Malfoy, the first time will hurt a lot. You have to prepare.”
“So do it.”
“There probably isn’t enough time, anyway.”
“Then hurry.”
“Malfoy—”
He stepped away from her, and thrust his shorts down. “You don’t go to Paris and not see the Eiffel Tower. You don’t play Quidditch without a Snitch. I’m so aroused right now, I have to. I need it.”
Hermione looked at him. It looked like he had almost said ‘please’, but he stopped himself. Then, his eyebrows arched, and brown eyes pleaded silently. Shaking her head, Hermione nodded. “I can’t believe this. Fine. Fine! But not in here. There’s a bed, right?”
Draco was through the door in a flash, and Hermione had to hurry very carefully to meet him at the bed. She was also turned on, and she wasn’t quite sure how to move with a cock hard against her belly.
She pushed her fingers through her hair, watching as Draco spread out on the bed, including his hair across the pillows. Hermione snorted. “Princess.”
“I don’t want it in the way! Tick, tock, Granger.”
“Yes, Princess.”
His foot kicked out at her, and she caught it. Then she spread his legs, holding the other at the knee. She licked up his thigh, and then slid her tongue through his delicious wetness.
“I never thought I’d—” Hermione started but dove in to lick the slit again and again. Thoughts kept bubbling up: she was licking her own quim, she was licking his quim, she couldn’t believe how delicious it was. That last one had the most attention as she devoured him, listening to him squeal with pleasure and holding his thighs apart when they started to tense. Then, she slid a finger deep into him and licked his clit.
He was screaming just like he had in Potions. “Come for me, Malfoy. Fucking come.”
Their eyes locked, and then he did, fists pounding into the bed. When his voice was raspy and hoarse, Hermione pulled her mouth away, still pumping her finger.
He was trying to catch his breath, staring at her with dreamy eyes. “That was—”
“The beginning, Malfoy. Tick, tock, remember?” She slid two fingers into him and his back arched.
“Oh, Merlin,” he groaned, and opened his eyes wide to look at her.
Hermione rubbed her fingers all over inside of him, rubbing and stretching the tight muscles. “Take a deep breath, Malfoy.” Then, a third finger was stretching him, too. “Grab your tits.”
He obeyed and sighed in relief. Hermione watched as her body got worked over just how she liked, how she had practiced with a Muggle boy over summer. Watching now with a throbbing cock, she felt dizzy. She was so turned on, and her body was turned on.
“Ready, Malfoy?” Hermione pulled her fingers away and crawled over him. “Put your hands on my shoulders. Good. Tell me if it’s too much, and I’ll stop.”
He nodded, and she pushed slowly. It was so hot and wet and tight. The blood rushed away from her brain, and she felt nails dig into her shoulders. Hermione opened her eyes, surprised that she had closed them at all. “More?”
He nodded, but he was flinching.
She didn’t move. Hermione watched his face. She pulled back a little, and pushed forward. His face relaxed and his breathing started to match her movements.
“That’s better. How does it feel?”
Draco swallowed. “Tight. Sore. Good. It feels good.”
Hermione smiled. “Of course it does. Eat. Sleep. Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
“Say it.”
“Fuck.”
Hermione leveraged her hips more. The slow stroking was working, but it was also getting harder to keep herself under control.
“It feels so good,” he whispered as he pulled her shoulders down. “Fuck me. You know you want to. Fuck me.”
His words shot heat between her legs. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“Draco.”
“Sh. Just come for me. I want to feel it.”
His legs wrapped around her back, and that was the end of her control. She pumped and pumped, and soon, she was coming, buried deep inside of him. Hermione screamed into his shoulder, panting and moaning as her release shot out of her.
Her body was arched over his all the while, and they stayed that way for a long moment. Then, Hermione noticed the pooling sweat and the sticky sensation, and she rolled off of him, staring at the bed curtains and trying to catch her breath.
She didn’t know how long they stayed like that. She dozed a bit until the Polyjuice began to wear off. As though she was hitting puberty and in a matter of moments, her breasts were growing again and her soft cock was drawing up, shrinking back to an engorged clit. It felt like an orgasm was squeezed out of her as it went.
Beside her, Malfoy’s voice was changing back to a more masculine tenor, and the bed accommodated the growing weight on his side.
Suddenly, Hermione felt very exposed. She was completely naked, and she remembered how she had got here. Lavender and Nott and the “botched” potion, and she began wishing that the bed would just swallow her up so she would never have to leave.
She closed her eyes and swallowed. Draco Malfoy was in bed with her. It was all the horror of a bad night out drinking with none of the excuse.
“Granger.”
Shit. He’d remembered her. Turning her head, she looked at him. “Malfoy.”
“Am I still a virgin?”
Her mind stalled. That was his first question?
“It seems a curious state to have bedded a witch without bedding a witch.”
Still, she had nothing say. He was leaning on his elbow, now, and looking at her face. She couldn’t move. Hermione felt like she’d been spelled still, deaf, dumb, and mute.
He was coming closer. “Nice eyes,” he said.
Finally, she could speak. “Malfoy, don’t. You don’t have to—”
“Oh, but I do. Theory is all well and good, but application is the true test. I’m sure you agree.”
He touched her eyebrows and her lips. His fingers went down her neck and her left arm and twisted over her collarbone.
Hermione watched him as he closed up a bit and said, “Unless you’d rather not.”
Her heart pounded in her chest. He froze, slate grey eyes pinning her in place. They were completely neutral, carefully so.
Hermione reached up and pulled her hair to one side. “You’re right. Application is the true test.”
That really set her heart pounding. It was like a scared bird in a too small cage. Malfoy inched closer and touched her neck with his fingers. Then, his lips were on her pulse point, and his breath was on her jaw.
“Good?” he whispered.
She nodded just a bit. His body was moving over hers. It was so slow, so careful. Hermione turned her head toward his, and their eyes met.
“In the mirror, this is what I saw.”
Wracking her brain, Hermione flashed back to the moment when she had been behind him, leaning over just barely, and her hands were on his. She shivered.
“I loved being in your body, but this is better.” He kissed her eyebrows before moving to one ear. He was moving impossibly slowly.
Hermione lifted one hand and curled her palm around the back of his neck. “Me too.”
“You were bolder.”
“Well,” she said and stopped. She looked away. “I was me and you were me. Now you’re you.”
“I know.” His lips were on her collar bone, and they trembled softly. “Did you make all that up then?”
“No. I spoke from experience. Experience and trying to keep a rational mind.” Hermione gasped.
He knelt, and his hands were on her breasts. They were timid, but his skin was dusting over hers.
“This is definitely not rational,” he said just before his mouth was on her breast.
Hermione looked down at him. They looked at each other as he switched. She saw stars as he sucked hard, pulling much more than her nipple between his lips.
He pulled back. “It’s like I have the plans for your pleasure in my head now.” He went back to the first breast, sucking it hard between his lips. When he let it free, he moved to straddle her body, knees beside her hips. “You were such a tease.”
“Maybe you don’t like the things I like.”
“I like your tits.”
“They are nice. I couldn’t stop staring.” Hermione still felt a bit awkward. “Malfoy—”
“Say ‘Draco’.”
Hermione hesitated. He was looking at her, observing her body below his. She took a deep breath and whispered it.
His lips curled up for just a moment but it vanished, and he leaned in closer. Draco whispered, “I’ve never kissed anyone.”
Her eyes shot to his mouth. “Eiffel Tower.”
“Unless you’d rather not.”
Hermione was staring at his lips, and thinking about everything she’d seen so far. “Your first kiss should be special.”
“I agree.” Draco touched her lips with his fingertips and moved so that his knees were between hers. “My cock is finally hard again.” He positioned it at her opening and brought his face close to hers. “Hermione,” he whispered.
Spreading her legs, Hermione pressed her hips up.
“So wet,” Draco smiled, his mouth moving closer to hers.
“For you.”
Draco’s fingers traced over her lips again. “Again.”
“For you,” she whispered and licked her lips. The tip of her tongue brushed his bottom lip.
That was the end. Draco’s lips pressed against her mouth, closed but hard. He kissed her again like that, and then pushed his tongue against her lips, and Hermione opened to him. He devoured her. Hermione was lost to it, and when his cock pushed into her, she was surprised.
“Draco!”
“I know!” he said as he thrust into her. “It’s so good when my cock is in you!” Draco wrapped his arms under her shoulders and held her like that as he drove into her.
Hermione wrapped her arms around his shoulders. It felt so good: a primitive pounding. She let him do what he would, and when his lips found her breast, she pushed her fingers into his hair.
That was his undoing, and he was over the edge, shouting and groaning as he shot into her. When he was done, he kissed up her chest and to her mouth.
Hermione kissed Draco for as long as he wanted. At last, his body fell away and they were once again side by side in the bed.
She let her head roll to look at him. “You’d think they’d have come to check on us by now.”
Draco looked confused for a moment before he remembered. “Salazaar would have covered for us. House business.”
“Is that so?” Hermione smiled and stretched. The bed was unbelievably comfortable, but she was in dire need of another bath.
“Of course.” He took a deep breath, inhaling through his nose. He groaned.
“You want the first bath or should I?” Hermione asked, pushing herself into the pillows.
“It’s big enough for two, I think. Besides, we have revenge to orchestrate.”
Hermione considered. Part of her was too blissed out to properly consider revenge at this point, but the bath tub was quite lovely. Draco was rolling off the bed. He waved at her, and she followed. Reaching down, she picked up the wet towel from the floor, considered covering up with it.
Draco looked back, grabbed the towel from her, and shoved her gently through the door. She heard it click shut and stepped into the steaming hot water. Draco slid in right behind her. When he touched her shoulder, she stilled so he could twist her hair up and secure it with her wand.
Then he put both hands on her shoulders and asked, “What shall we do with Theodore and Lavender?”