This choice: Fast forward - Year 5 - The Order of the Phoenix • Go Back...Chapter #3Fast forward - Year 5 - The Order of the Phoenix by: Mr. George   With the help of Dobby, Harry found a use for the spare polyjuice they'd brewed up in the second year. He'd told his friends, that it'd been poured down the drain. Mostly in an effort to make Hermione smile, to watch those whiskers dance.
This morning, at the breakfast table, his attention was on the Slytherin table. His gaze flicking beyond Hermione's shoulder to keep an eye on Draco.
He wanted to punch the air, as he watched Draco's face contort in disgust. As the house-elf prepared meal slipped down his throat. Clutching at his throat, Harry leered as Draco's skin started to bubble and roll, as the poly-juice went to work. He wasn't even sure whose hair had completed the potion, plucking a long blonde hair that had become caught in an unvarnished wooden door.
Naturally, it was assumed to be female, and hopefully not from a teacher. Around his throat, his fingers slimmed, and his Adam's apple faded. His shortish mop of hair started pouring freely from his skull, cascading over his shoulders, down his back and chest. A chest that was changing quite undeniably too. Despite the new bagginess, the outline of two largish nipples was clear. As they brushed against the shirt, Draco's hands leaped to his chest. Unwilling to leave the girls visible, to allow them the freedom to shift at his awkward movements. He couldn't cover his chest, and leave the table. Instead stuck there in a limbo of indecision.
The changes, the panic was becoming more noticed. The babble of low chat, changed tone, and more heads shifted towards the Slytherin table. There was a breathy, girlish gasp, and Harry watched, as some significant point was passed. Hogwarts was enforcing decency rules. Draco was now wearing her first bra. Slumping back, she tried to sink through the floor, her head dropping low. But it was the hands in her lap, that she couldn't hide. The feverish scrabbling, to tell herself she was still a boy, where it mattered. But her hands found no supporting evidence. Indeed, as she sat there, her trousers transfigured into a pleated uniform skirt.
Beneath her pristine white blouse, the shape of an emerald green bra was outlined. With the changes complete, the former Draco Malfoy stood up to flee his humiliation.
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At the head table, the teachers were trying to restore order. Crabbe and Goyle were fighting to not stare at every bounce and movement of Draco's new chest. The bra just reducing the movement, keeping it sharper, and more visible.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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