Needless to say, the rest of the Slytherins abandon their table, quickly realizing that their breakfast is tainted, and the professors usher them over to the Hufflepuffs, who, while not exactly fond of the other house, are willing to at least share their table and breakfast with them so they don’t go hungry.
During the mass exodus of the table though, Harry frowns as he spots something odd on the floor right where Draco was seated, a pair of underpants with a phallic shaped lump inside! Harry lifts his glasses and rubs his eyes, but no, the underwear and whatever they are hiding are still laying right in front of the seat under the table and no one seems to have noticed them. A horrible thought enters Harry’s head, the potion was three years old going on four… does polyjuice spoil?!
While Draco was Harry’s intended target, he wasn’t looking to emasculate the jerk permanently! Immediately feeling a terrible feeling in his gut, Harry pulls out his invisibility cloak from his school bag, having the foresight to realize it would probably be best to have it on hand if and when chaos ensued, and slipped it over himself while no one was looking… or while he thought no one was looking, as immediately Fred and George slip under it too.
“Now what are you up to Harry?” One says.
“Trying to get some food for later?” The other one says.
“No but I’m guessing that’s what you two want…”
The twins share a grin and say: “You know us well Harry…”
“But if you’re not headed over to the Slytherin table for “snacks”…” one twin starts.
“… what are you going for?”
Harry sighs and points at the lumpy underwear.
“That’s where Draco was sitting and it sure looks like something private…” Harry says as they start moving. “I wasn’t planning on turning Draco into a girl forever….”
“This was your doing Harry?!” Fred… or was it George, asks while the other holds up his hand for a high five.
“Dobby helped…” Harry mutters as he half heartedly fives the other twin. “It was our left over polyjuice potion for our first year.”
Both twins wince. “Oh, bloody hell Harry, that stuff gets weird when it gets old, you never know exactly what it will do once it’s past its best by date, even we know better than to fool with old polyjuice.” One says, while the other nods.
“But I suppose you’re right, can’t just leave Draco’s bollocks just laying around, it’s unsanitary!” The other counters. “And generally, whatever one dose of old polyjuice potion does so does the rest of the batch so…”
“It’s a safe bet that food will make anyone’s bollocks fall off.”
“Meaning you two should probably stuff your pockets as I retrieve Draco’s uh… dong.”
“Great minds think alike Harry!” One twin says while the other chortles.
“You do have the map with you right? I’d assume “Dracette” ran off to Myrtle’s old haunt, but just to be sure…”
“Yes it’s in here.” Harry says, patting his bag as the group make it to the table, Harry bends down first to grab the underwear with the package still inside them… and of course, as he lifts it, it shifts and the contents of the underwear rolls out of them. The three boys stare at the what lays on the ground: the, honestly larger than expected, cock and balls of Draco Malfoy.
“Well that’s kinda unfair, isn’t it?” One twin quips.
“That it is Fred, I woulda figured the little git would be smaller, maybe that’s why them pure bloods are all up tight!”
“Right! It’s never been about the magic, it’s all about the endowments!” George says, face lit up in a moment of mock clarity. “It’d be a real pity if someone married a commoner with a tiny willy and ruined the whole blood line eh? Also, check it out, the curtains match the drapes… or they used too at least.”
As it stands, the member on the floor came off with not only its balls, but a chunk of groin too, with a dusting of blond pubic hair. It’s also fairly big, though how big is a mystery, as the member is doing it’s best to shrink up, as it’s ilk is wont too when exposed to something cold, like the stone floor of an ancient castle in the early morning.
“Well somebody aught to pick it up…” Harry says… balling up Draco’s underwear and discreetly chucking it to the side.”
“Yeah somebody should.” One twin says.
“Unsanitary it is…” says the other.
“Probably the person that made them bollocks drop off in the first place…” George… or was it Fred says, before both turn and grin cheekily at Harry.
Harry shakes his head and then reaches out and gingerly picks up the other boy’s fallen member, and finds that while it’s starting get cold, it feels like it has life to it, then stands up and leans forward with his cloak so the twins can sneak bits of tainted food from here and there on the table and stuff it in their pockets.
“Right that’s my pockets full George.”
“Mine too Fred, so how’s our little friend?”
Harry holds it out to George. “I don’t know- how’s a detached penis supposed to be?” He’s shocked when George causally plucks it out of his hand and looks it over.
“A bit like this, right George?” Says Fred, apparently, handing it off to the actual George, while Harry mentally shakes his head, having long since given up on finding a way to definitively tell the two apart.”
“Sure does Fred, just like that one time, remember?”
“How can I forget, you still have mine and I have yours! Here you go Harry, looks fine, but could probably use some warmth, I know it’s that prat Draco’s, but it’s free of him for the moment and has no bearing on its owner’s actions, the poor thing could probably use some company so…” The twin Harry is assuming is Fred for the moment gestures to Harry’s groin.
Harry just rolls his eyes, and after a moment’s hesitation, opens his trousers and pulls open his o briefs and places the disembodied manhood next to his and zips up. It feels weird… and his junk tingles next to Draco’s but Harry does the best to put it out of his mind.
The two twins share a look. “Just like that Harry?” Fred asks.
“No questions asked?” George continues.
“Fred, George, I don’t know if you’re pulling my leg or not, either way I wouldn’t be surprised if you two did find a way to harmlessly remove someone’s bollocks and less so if you two decided to switch, even if it was for shits and giggles, it’s not like anyone but you two would know.” He says leading them away from the table so the investigating professors don’t bump into them, unworried about any evidence left behind, Dooby assuring him that no one would be able to tell who spiked the food.
The twins share a smirk and say in unison: “He does know us well.”
Out in the hallway away from all the action Harry pulls out the Marauder’s Map and activates it. As per usual the map wasn’t fooled by the dodgy old polyjuice potion, and showed Draco well on her way to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom.
“There he is, after him!” Fred points.
As they shuffle after him, George breaks the silence asking: “Not to sound disapproving, because we’re not, quite the contrary, but what got into you of all people to try a prank like this Harry?”
“Do I loose points for saying it wasn’t my idea?” Harry says, glad for the distraction from the other boy’s junk in his briefs.
“A few, but not a lot.”
“Well we kept the polyjuice potion from our first year, bottled it up, kept it around on the off chance a use would pop up for it, one never did, and I found the vials again a few weeks back while Dobby was having a chat with Hermione. He offered to dispose of them, and I thought he did at first, but then he comes up to me after she had gone, and said the magic words: “Dobby has an idea for a prank on his old master’s son, but wants Harry Potter’s approval, as it’s his polyjuice potion.” He handled the heavy lifting, waited until Draco’s favorite was up, figuring he’d tuck in as soon as it appeared on the table, and spiked it, I just supplied the potion and the little blond lock of hair.”
“Nice!” The twins say chuckling and holding their fists out, and Harry bumps them.
“Sounds like we’re gonna have to get Dobby something good for Christmas.”
“He’s got enough sweaters, how about a nice pair of trousers?” Harry offers.
“Hmm, yeah, maybe ones with a good bunch of pockets, pockets are good for all sorts of things.”
“Especially if you two get the mischief bug again!”
Finally they catch up to Draco in the Bathroom, moaning and crying over his transformation to a both amused and annoyed Moaning Myrtle, the ghost having a grin on her face, but rolling her eyes as Draco bawls, holding out a roll of toilet paper to be used as tissues.
“I can’t believe someone would spike my favorite with polyjuice!” He screams.
“We can.” The two Weasley Twins whisper and the three under the cloak all snigger quietly.
“Me, Draco Malfoy, turned into a girl in front of the whole school!”
“At least you’re a pretty girl this time instead of a ferret.” Myrtle quips, earning a gasp from Draco.
“Don’t remind me about that, bloody fake Mad Eye! I still have nightmares about that!”
And with Draco yanks the toilet roll through Myrtle’s hand and blows his nose before going back to crying.
Myrtle just stares at her hand for a second before leveling a glare at Draco and hovering away. “Rude! Know I exactly why people avoid my restroom… At least he’ll probably stop crying and leave when he turns back.” She mutters as she unknowingly drifts past the boys.
As it turns out.
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