Harry Potter Ladies Room

Dracos Curse

After leaving Dumbledore's office, Heather, Rose, and Hermione walked down the winding corridors of Hogwarts, their minds still buzzing from the conversation they'd just had. Draco had stormed off in his pink dress, while the trio was left to process their own thoughts. Hermione had, of course, known exactly what she was doing when she cursed Draco, but neither Heather nor Rose could believe how satisfying it was to see Draco humiliated for once.

"Well," Rose muttered, still adjusting her bra, "if nothing else, it was worth seeing Malfoy in that dress."

Heather chuckled. "I can't wait to see what he wears next."

Hermione grinned, "Oh, trust me, it's only going to get better. He hasn't even begun to feel the full weight of that curse."

They arrived at their next class, and as they took their seats, the girls from Gryffindor whispered about Draco's recent appearance in the Great Hall. Heather and Rose tried to focus on the lesson, but they couldn't help exchanging glances every time someone mentioned Draco's dress.

After class, the three of them headed toward the library to do some research on their own curse. They still had no idea when – or if – they'd be able to return to their original forms, and the constant teasing about their new bodies was starting to wear on them. They needed answers, and fast.

Once they arrived at the library, they found a quiet corner and began sifting through old spell books and curse-breaking manuals. Rose, however, wasn't the most focused. She sat with her legs wide open, completely oblivious to the fact that her short skirt was exposing her thick thighs and the lace panties she had been forced to wear.

Heather noticed it first, trying to suppress a laugh. "Rose, you might want to... you know... close your legs?"

Rose blinked in confusion before looking down, her face turning beet red. "Oh, bloody hell!" She quickly slammed her knees together, glaring at Heather, who was still giggling.

Nearby, a few boys had clearly been trying to sneak a glance at Rose's predicament, which only made the situation more awkward.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly, can't you two be serious for five minutes? We're supposed to be figuring out how to fix this."

As they continued their research, Draco suddenly appeared in the library, now wearing a cheerleader outfit. His face was flushed with embarrassment as he stomped over to their table.

"Are you going to help me or not?" Draco snapped, clearly desperate.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, her smile wicked. "I don't know, Malfoy. You seem to be doing just fine."

Draco tugged at his skirt, glaring at her. "This is humiliating. I'll do whatever it takes to get out of this."

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Hermione leaned forward, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Meet us at Hagrid's hut tonight, after dinner. We'll talk about it then."