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Got To Ware Panties Draco (pov)

Draco stormed out of Dumbledore's office, his face a mask of fury and embarrassment. The pink dress swayed mockingly around his legs as he marched through the hallways, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. The laughter and whispers followed him like a shadow.

"Nice dress, Malfoy! Where'd you get it, Madam Malkin's?" someone shouted, followed by a chorus of laughter.

Draco gritted his teeth and quickened his pace, desperately trying to ignore the snickering students. His mind was racing, thoughts jumbling together as he made his way back to the Slytherin common room. Once he finally reached the safety of his dormitory, he slammed the door shut and leaned against it, trying to catch his breath.

He glanced down at himself and felt a surge of disgust. The pink dress was like a cruel joke, a reminder of the humiliation he'd just endured. Without hesitation, he yanked it off and tossed it to the floor. But as his eyes traveled downward, he felt a fresh wave of horror wash over him. He was wearing a lacy pink bra and matching panties.

"What the hell?" Draco muttered, his voice trembling with disbelief.

He couldn't believe it. He'd never imagined he'd find himself in such a ridiculous situation. Desperate to regain some sense of control, he grabbed a robe from his wardrobe and threw it on, hoping to cover up the offending undergarments. But as soon as the robe settled on his body, it transformed into a bright pink bikini.

Draco's eyes widened in horror as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. The bikini was tight, revealing more skin than he'd ever intended to show. He quickly crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide the skimpy outfit, but it was no use.

"This can't be happening," he groaned, his stomach twisting with humiliation.

He needed a solution, and fast. After a moment's hesitation, Draco decided to head to the library. Maybe, just maybe, there would be something in one of the old books that could help him. He rummaged through his wardrobe, searching for something more appropriate to wear. He settled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, hoping they would provide some normalcy.

But the moment he put them on, the shorts shrank into a cheerleader's skirt, and the t-shirt morphed into a tight cheerleader top. The word "CHEER" was emblazoned across his chest in sparkly letters, and the skirt barely covered his thighs.

"Perfect," Draco muttered sarcastically, knowing he had no other choice but to go to the library in this ridiculous outfit.

The walk to the library was agonizing. Every step made the skirt swish around his legs, and he could feel the eyes of the other students on him. The jeers and catcalls echoed in his ears, each one piercing his pride.

"Looking fabulous, Malfoy!" a Ravenclaw boy called out, laughing with his friends.

"Give us a twirl!" another voice added, followed by more laughter.

Draco kept his head down, his face burning with shame as he hurried through the corridors. He finally reached the library and practically ran inside, grateful for the quiet refuge. He spent hours poring over ancient texts, searching desperately for a way to reverse the curse. But no matter how hard he looked, he found nothing.