Harry Potter and the Year After

Chapter Fifty-seven: Practicing with Partners

Chapter 57: Practicing with Partners

A week or so later, the Transfiguration class was having some difficulty with their homework.

Harry and Hermione stood facing one another in his professor's quarters. Harry wasn't wearing a shirt. Neither was Hermione.

"This is so strange," said Hermione, shaking her head. "I can't believe that wizarding parents know about this and they're alright with it. But then, I suppose we're all of age..."

Harry was having a difficult time concentrating on Hermione's words. Yes, he knew he didn't have feelings for her... at least not anymore. But he was still a man. And her breasts were slightly too big for her white cotton bra.

He was really just sad that he wasn't Ginny's study partner right now. But also relieved, as she so adamantly didn't want to be his partner...

"Right you go first I think," Harry said, gesturing to his own chest.

"Alright," Hermione said, concentrating hard. She gazed at Harry's chest as though she was going to paint a picture of him.

"You have a scar there," she said, pointing to his chest.

"Scratched myself jumping into a tree when I was ten," Harry explained.

"Jumping into a tree?" Hermione said, but then she shook her head. "Alright..." Then, she waved her wand at herself and suddenly, though she was still wearing her bra, she had Harry's chest, even the scar.

"Why are you so good at this?" Harry said, shaking his head. He stepped closer without meaning to. She not only got his chest hair right, but also got the same pattern, including the small black trail below his belly button.

"Right," she said. She waved her wand again and her chest was put back to normal. "Your turn."

"Er, so... I'm not wearing a bra... this is so bloody strange," Harry said, making a face at her.

"I've seen my own breasts before. It's alright."

"Yeah, but..."

"Well, right. You haven't seen my breasts," Hermione clarified. Harry though wildly how he actually had and how she didn't know this anymore... He felt dirty.

"Right," he said, looking down at the floor.

"But it's good. It's fine. Really..."

Harry said, grimacing slightly, "Fine. I'm just going to do it and then put it back. Got it?"

"Of course."

Harry waved his wand at his own chest. His hair disappeared, his abdomen softened so it curved instead of went down in straight lines... And his pectorals turned into breasts about the size of Hermione's.

"Wow," said Hermione, stepping forward.

Harry looked up at the ceiling, trying not to look at his own chest. "Alright, I'm putting it back."

"How did you know I have a freckle there?" Hermione said, pointing at Harry's chest.

Quickly, he waved his wand at himself and put his chest back to normal. "What? What are you talking about?"

"I have a freckle on my left breast. Have you seen my breasts before?" she asked, her eyes going wide.

"Er, no. It was a good guess I suppose. I don't know," Harry said. He felt heat radiating from his naked chest.