The Explosive Potion

Chapter 3

 "What are you doing out of bed, Malfoy?" I hiss as I walk closer to her. I sit in an armchair acrostic from her.

 "I was curious." she smirks. She flings her hair away "So, who'd you sleep with?" she snickers and crosses her legs.

 "It wasn't like that, okay?" I sigh and rub my eyes "I didn't sleep with him." I press my knees to my chest "I didn't want..."

 She stares down at my short shorts that I wore to bed. She blushes, before looking up at my eyes "Then what was it like?" She looks almost concerned.

 I shrug "I don't want to talk about it, okay?" she nods, understandingly. We sit for a long minute before I sigh "You weren't supposed to hear that..."

 She shrugs "Don't worry about it... I'll keep it quiet..." she sighs "it's not something I would spread about someone."

 I sigh and stand "I think in gonna go to the bathroom, then to bed." I start to walk past Malfoy, but she grabs my arm.

 "Potter?" I glance down at her... she's beautifully sat in the chair... damn. "Won't you keep me in the news...?" she sighs "About the fetus...?"

 I nod "I will."

~

 "Harry, wake up!" I'm hit in the face with a pillow. "Get your lazy arse up! It's waffle day, damn it!"

 I groan and roll out of bed, yawning and scratching my forehead "Ron, what time is it?" I look over at my clock "It's six o'clock! Why am I up so early?"

 "Do you not realize how long it takes to get ready, as a girl?" Hermione asks, leanings against the doorframe.

 I groan and stand up, walking over to me trunking. Button up shirt, tie, skirt, underwear, bra... I groan and turn to Hermione "What shoulder I wear with flats?"

 He smirks and walks up "considering you're so short, I'd wear thigh highs." he hands me a pair of black socks and I give her a stare "What? They're cute!"

 I groan and stand up "Were are my damn glasses?" I walk to the side table and throw them on "That's better." I look over at Malfoy to see a mess of hair "Geez, Malfoy. Did you gets stuck in a tornado?"

 She yawns "You act like you never had bed head." She groans and climbs out of bed "What should I wear?"

 Hermione snickers "If I were you, I'd wear no show socks... you're tall. Show off your legs." Draco nods and grabs some clothes, walking out on the room.

~

 I walk into the bathroom to find she's in the shower next to mine. Soft moans slip from under the door of her shower, so I decide to ignore it and walk into my shower. I start the shower and her moans get slightly more, erotic. I decide against commenting on it. Instead, I start washing my body. But I end at my crotch, with pulses with anticipation. I sigh and decide on exploring... a pleasure wave hits me, as I move over and little nub... I'll have to ask Hermione about it.

 Suddenly, Malfoy let's out a high-pitched moan on the other side of the dividing wall. Soon enough, she's done and her water stops. "Please tell me it's Blaise?"

 I sigh "Nope, it's me..." there's a long moment of silence, before she speaks.

 "You weren't here at the beginning, were you?"

 "No." I scuff "Don't worry about it. It's natural. Almost everyone does it." I sigh "I'm just trying to figure out what's what." I chuckle.

 She sighs "Yeah." and with that, I hear the shower door open and closed. I sigh and finish my shower.

 When I turn to my clothes, I pick up the black bra and put it on. It backs my back stop hurting, but it hurts my shoulders. I look for my underwear, only to find, I grabbed the wrong underwear. It's one of those damn g-strings, a black one. I groan and put it on. To my surprise, it's pretty nice, besides the fact that it's uncomfortable. So, I decide to leave it be. I roll up the sleeves on my white button up, as I put on my skirt. The floor is fucking soaked, so I walk out of the shower to put them on. Malfoy stands at a sink, straightening her hair. I sigh "Will you plug in a hairdryer?"

 "Yeah." she nods and plugs one in, returning to her own hair. Look at her. Her skirt is bloody perfect on her. It flares out and makes her curvy... even though she's not.

 I return to my stockings. They pull up to about an inch or two below my skirt. I walk over to the hairdryer and blow at my hair, as the other two girls walk in. We all do our hair. Of course, I stay natural. After I'm done, I throw on my shoes and walk into the common room, to find the boys. How I already miss being a guy.

 "Harry, let me do your makeup." I walk over and sit in front of him. He wears his shaggy hair in a bun. As she applies stuff to my face, she sighs "Did you think about last night, anymore?"

 I sigh "Malfoy was out here last night... we talked a little." he smirks and continues putting on makeup.

 After a long moment, he giggles "Okay, you're done." I stand and walk to a mirror. Red lips, eyeliner... some glowy shit.

 "I like." I smirk and look at the other girls. Blaise has some eyeshadow. Ron has pale pink lips and some eyeliner. And Malfoy. She has a solid black lip and eyeliner. She looks gothic and I really dig it. I find myself biting my lip. I sigh "Who's ready to face Hogwarts?"

 Everyone groans and I smirk "Okay, let's go."

~

 We step foot into the grandpa hall and gasps erupt from all four houses. The Slytherins pipe up the most "Damn Malfoy, you really bitched out!" snickers come from the snakes like a hiss.

 I clear my throat "Come sit with us, guys." Malfoy gives me a bewildered face and I sigh "Come on, it's be fun." I know I shouldn't be so nice to the snakes, but we're in the same boat.

 Dumbeldore walks up to us "Actually, we're moving to seven of you to your own table." I points to the two rows at the front of the grand hall. The tables that hold the fairies and the Vikings. In between the two is one table. "That's your table... in actuality, we need a barrier between the two."

 I nod and walk to the table, getting catcalled by a few the Vikings, only for one of their friends to hiss 'that's a dude, man'. I sigh "So this sucks." I say, sitting down.

 Hermione sighs "It could be worse.... at least we all have dates to the Yule Ball."

 "There's seven of us..." I remind her "And which one of you fine ladies would take me to the ball?"

 "I would." Malfoy says calmly, taking a bite out his waffle. She looks up at me in shrugs, before turning back to her waffle, deaming it needs more syrup.

 I smirk and Hermione sighs "I can take Ginny and Ron and Pansy can take Blaise." I nod and blush down at my waffle.

 "What's wrong with you, Potter?" Malfoy asks, snarky bastard she is.

 I sigh "Pass the syrup, please."

~

 "Harry!" The seven of us stop and turn. The twins run up to us "Quidditch practice at 5." I nod and they start walking with us "So, what's it like being a chick?"

 I sigh "My bloody shoulder and back hurt. I don't know if it's normal or not..."

 "Oh it is." Hermione smirks "The weight of your boobs, hurts your back and the bra hurts your shoulders."

 I groan and lean into the closest person. Naturally, it's Malfoy. I blush and get off of her "All in all, I miss being a guy."

 "Appreciate your ladies, lads." Blaise snickers "Because they're in pain."

 The twins chuckle "Well, we have to get to class." Fred sighs "See yah on the Quidditch field, shortstop."

 We step into potions and Seamus runs up to us "Oh my lord, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to! It's all my fault!"

 I scuff "Seamus, don't worry about it." he starts to argue, but I stop him "It was an accident. And we're fine." Besides the fact that, at least, one of us are bleeding... probably Malfoy...