Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ I'm A What? ❯ Shopping Trip ( Chapter 3 )

AN: Evening ladies and gents, I’m trying to update quicker than last time. Now for those of you who are as open minded as myself, you will notice I have made two copies of this story; although the same story their will be some very important differences: One will be a Harry/Hermione story, the other a Harry/harem story. (Feel free to guess who the harem will consist of.) I will leave the rest as a surprise now please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I’m not making any money from this work.

Chapter 3 Shopping Trip

Hermione smiled as she watched Harry blush slightly at the articles of clothing hanging on the display, it was a comfort to the teenage witch that even after this incredible change; beneath that feminine exterior her Harry still existed.

It was now the day after Harry drank the metamorphic potion and to Hermione, the one night had felt like an eternity. When morning finally arrived, she and Ron had been their as soon as the doors of the hospital wing opened. Although it had been almost an hour later before they could see Harry due to madam Pomfrey’s insistence that her patient needed rest; although Ron had managed to entertain them both by ranting on about the matron’s mixed up priorities.

When they had been allowed in the ward however, it seemed rest had been the last thing on the marton’s mind as standing around Harry’s hospital bed was professors Dumbledore, McGonagall and Slughorn. All still dressed in their dressing gowns and even Hermione found the sight of the normally stern Professor McGonagall dressed in a pink frilly nightgown with curlers still in her hair rather humorous.

Needless to say, it seemed the headmaster’s fear had been realized and the effects of the Metamorphic Potion had not worn off over the night and it had been decided that fore the time being; Harry would have to considerer it as a permanent change.

“So I could be stuck like this forever?” Harry asked sadly, his emerald eyes looking down at the hospital floor.

“Not necessarily, Harry my boy,” Slughorn interjected, his hands cupping his colossal stomach as it threatened to spill out from his dressing gown “The potion’s effects are still only temporary it’s just that we don’t know how long the effect’s last.”

“Be that as it may,” Professor McGonagall announced, eyeing the potions teacher disapprovingly , “From now own, Mr Potter will be staying in the sixth year girl’s dormitory. Arrangements have all ready been made Mr Potter…” She said, turning her gaze upon Harry, “For you, Miss Delacour and Miss Granger to visit Hogsmeade so you can purchase your new clothes…”

“Hang On!” Ron suddenly cried out, a look of outrage playing across his face. “What about me?”

“You Mr Weasley are to stay at school” Professor McGonagall answered, strangely not looking at all outraged at being interrupted before she gave a slight nervous smile as she said. “While I’m sure you would quite enjoy spending the day admiring a witch’s clothing, I think Mr Potter may find it somewhat uncomfortable. I’m Sorry Weasley but that’s my final world.”

For a second it looked as if Ron was going to argue on, but at a look from Hermione he stayed silent and watched as the transfiguration professor turned back to Harry. “Miss Delacour shall be arriving shortly Potter and she shall meet you and Miss Granger by the school gates after breakfast. So I suggest you get a move on and get dressed. Good day Potter.” Before she walked briskly out the hospital wing, Professor Slughorn at her tail. Professor Dumbledore, who had remained silence ever Ron’s and Hermione’s appearance followed short but as he passed Hermione; he gave her a calculating look; as if asking her if she was sure about what she must do before he left the wing. Giving the headmaster a slight nod, Hermione turned to watch the aging professor leave before turning back to Harry.

“What was all that about?” Ron asked once the headmaster was out of ear shot.

Ignoring the red head, Hermione walked over to Harry and patted him on the shoulder gently as she asked “Are you all right Harry?”

Looking up, Harry gave her an affirming nod as he said, “Yhea I’m fine Hermione, just trying to let it sink that I’m-hang on!” Harry suddenly exclaimed, a look of absolute panic on his face; making both Ron and Hermione give him questioning looks. “Did Professor McGonagall just say I have to go to breakfast?”

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“I can’t believe you’re making me do this Hermione.” Harry said as the trio came to the door of the great hall. It had taken the combined efforts of both Ron and Hermione almost 30 minutes to convince Harry to get dressed and then to leave the safety of the hospital wing. “Why couldn’t you have just brought me a few slices of toast?”

“Oh Honestly Harry, you look fine, now would you please stop being so silly.” Hermione said, placing both hands on her hips as she gave up pulling her friends arm. “It’s not like any one is going to recognise you.”

“Hermione’s right mate,” Ron agreed, although he was still pushing his bestrides back as he manpowered him towards the hall. “Professor Dumbledore forbid the potions class from telling anyone about what happened to you and besides…” he continued, now beginning to snigger slightly “The way your dressed, who would even guess your Harry Potter?”

Harry smiled at his friends joke and although he didn’t say it, he had to agree with Ron; he certainly didn’t look like himself. His hair was now tied in a lose pony tail that went all the way down to the small oh his back; all except for his fringe that he’d left to hide his scar which for some reason hadn’t gone with the potion. He was wearing one of Ron’s better robes as that was the only thing they could find that would conceal his breasts and Hermione had managed to find a shirt that would fit him along with a pair of jeans she hadn’t worn because they were to big.

Looking over his shoulder at a mirror that was hanging on the entrance hall wall and couldn’t help but smile as he saw his reflection and he had to admit; he did look pretty good as a girl. And it turned out that they were right, as they walked between the house tables now one recognised the dark haired girl as Harry Potter. Although that didn’t mean they didn’t go unnoticed, quite a few male eyes turned towards them as they walked and Harry could have sworn some of the girl’s were also keeping their eyes on him.

It took about ten minutes before Neville quite apologising to Harry for doing this to him and apart from that, breakfast was uneventful; or at least until a familiar Voice from behind them said “So it’s true then…”

Harry felt a cold shiver run down his back as he heard the all to familiar voice ‘It couldn’t be, not now…’ Swallowing the sausage and eggs that he’d been eat , Harry slowly turned round to see the snarling face of Draco Malfoy looking down at him from where he stood, complete with the gruesome twosome Crab and Goyle standing behind him; each wearing a unpleasant smirk.

However, Harry had to hold back a wave of laughter as his nemeses said “there is a new girl at school.” This was just to perfect , Draco didn’t recognise him and thought he was a new student. However before he could think of a way to use it to his advantage, Draco said “A fine young witch like your self would due well to learn that this school is a very mixed bunch , you don’t want to go mixing with the scum.” His eyes quickly darted to both Ron and Hermione who were sitting on either side of Harry.

Harry wasn’t sure if it was the potion or just the raw fury that had built up inside him from that one comment, but he had a very good idea about what to do know.

“You’ll pay for that one ferret…” but before Ron could draw his Ron could draw his wand, Harry stopped him. Putting on a slightly more feminine voice, he said “No, don’t Ronald” While placing his hand on his friend’s arm before winking at the absolutely dumbfounded look on the redhead before turning back to Malfoy.

“That’s a wise choice sweetheart, Weasley isn’t the most talented of wizards, he may of ended up hexing you instead.” This caused Ron to go for his wand but at a look from both Harry and Hermione, he stopped catching on to Harry’s plan. “I’m Malfoy by the way, Draco Malfoy.”

Smiling sweetly at the blond, Harry said “You now I think I’ve heard of you …”

“Yhea”

“Yhea, aren’t you the Hogwarts Ferret?”

“Wha-Ahhhh” Malfoy never finished his question before Harry’s hand shot and grabbed vital piece of the boy’s anatomy in a vice like grip that brought the blond almost to his knees. “ If you try that fucking Cowboy shit with me Malfoy,” At that Harry gave a very affirming squeeze, showing just what he meant by these “You can kiss these goodbye.”

Looking round, Harry could see that his act was catching rather a lot of attention as a small crowd was gathering around them. Deciding to end this, he released the blonde’s anatomy slowly, being careful to cause the boy as much pain as possible. It took Malfoy as few seconds before he released Harry had released him, looking up at his nemesis with a look of outrage; he only muttered “You’ll pay for this bitch.” Before quickly hurrying out of the hall.

A roar of applause suddenly erupted from the Griffindor table as Harry sat back down and tried to finish his breakfast while his fellow students clapped him on the back and congratulated him for such a brilliant sneak attack. Only Hermione wasn’t applauding.

“That was brilliant Harry,” Ron applauded as the trio walked out of the Great Hall.

“It’s not funny Ronald, that could f gone very badly if a teacher had got involved or if Malfoy hadn’t run off.” Hermione insisted as they walked towards the Hall doors.

“Oh come on Hermione…” Ron said, still holding his stomach as he tried not to fall over from a fit of laughter. “You’ve got to admit it would have been worth getting in trouble just to see the look on Malfoy’s face when Harry grabbed his cluster.”

But before Hermione could retort, a very familiar voice echoed the words “ Hold it Potter!” around the entrance hall. Stopping in mid step, the trio slowly turned round to see Draco Malfoy and a small gang of Slitherin’s standing at the foot of the Grand Staircase. ‘And all with their wands drawn’ Hermione noticed with a feeling of dread spreading through her.

“Well who would have thought it?” Draco sneered, his thin lips stretching to a twisted smirk as he began to walk towards the trio; his eyes never leaving Harry. “The famous Harry Potter allowing himself allowing himself to be turned into a bitch because of one of Longbottom’s potions misshapes; and here I thought the three of you couldn’t become any more pathetic.”

“At least we’re not the one’s who almost just got are balls ripped off.” Ron commented, crossing his arms over his chest as he began to glair at the blond.

“Well, I’ll have to do something about that then Wesley, Wont I…” Before the last word’s left his tongue, Draco raised his wand and almost screamed the spell at Harry.

Her wasn’t sure how he’d done it, wasn’t sure when he’d considered it; all Harry knew was that his wand was out and a yellow shield surrounded him as he watched a blue blast of magic rebound off him and hit Malfoy dead in the chest.

The Entrance hall was silent, it’s occupants speechless as they saw a now totally naked Draco Malfoy standing in the centre of the hall. The Slitherin’s face turned a deep shade of scarlet as he looked down and saw the extent of his nakedness; muttering “You’ll pay for this Potter.” before he ran down a side stair case. As the Slitherin ran, the entrance hall burst into laughter and Harry and Hermione came to the same conclusion , get out of here before a teacher arrives and even as they dragged Ron who was doubled up with laughter out the hall doors; Harry could see Professor McGonagall fighting her way through the crowd.

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“That was… absolutely…, bloody brilliant… Harry…” Although, now capable of walking, Ron was still having trouble forming proper words and speaking as the trio made their way to the school gates. Getting tired of listening to Ron’s ill pronounced phrases, Hermione decided they should take a short brake and allow Ron the chance to gain control of himself.

Once his breath was back, Ron managed to ask “Hermione, what spell was that?” before collapsing back onto the castle grounds.

“That Ron was a defabracation Spell…” Hermione said, her mind racing as she tried to contemplate what just happened. “And I can not believe Malfoy would try and use it.”

“But why…what’s it do?” Ron asked, growing more intrigued by the second.

“Because it’s against Hogwarts rules Ron and it does exactly what it’s name says; it defabricats you.” Hermione said before turning her gaze on Harry, who hadn’t spoken since leaving the great hall. “Are you alright Harry?”

Acting like he had been suddenly woken from a daze, Harry jumped slightly before turning to Hermione and giving her a small smile as he said “Yhea, I’m fine Hermione”

Hermione just frowned, still unconvinced before turning back to Ron as he asked “So Malfoy tried to make Harry’s clothes disappear?” It took over five minutes for Hermione to explain the concept of the spell to Ron before he finally understood and then it was time for the trio to part ways as Ron had lessons to attend.

Walking down the path to the Hogwarts Gates, Harry and Hermione remained in silence; Hermione to preoccupied with the mornings advents to speak while Harry just couldn’t think of anything to say. Although that wasn’t the case when he was bombarded by a wash of smooth, silver locks and arms wrapped him in a bone crushing hug as Harry found himself in the embrace of Fleur Delacour .

“Let him breath, ‘Phlegm’.” Hermione said the last part under her breath before scowling as Fleur swooped down and kissed Harry on each cheek.

“Arry, Eet iz good too ze you again.” Said Fleur in a cheerful voice, acting like she never heard Hermione but Harry was sure he had seen her flash Hermione a look that would kill a lesser witch.

“Um… it’s good to see you to Fleur” Harry stammered, but as Fleur kissed his cheek again Harry felt his face begin to burn from where her smooth lips had touched his skin and Harry was sure he was becoming redder than a tomato.

“Are you eeling alright, Arry?” Fleur asked, a concerned tone in her slightly throaty voice as she looked down at him, “You zeem rather red.”

“Maybe because some on is suffocating him.” Said Hermione quietly.

Sensing a fight in the making, Harry quickly said “well…maybe we should get a move on to Hogsmeade.” before pushing away from Fleur and starting to make his ways to Hogsmeade. Although not missing Fleur spinning round to follow him and making sure her wave of silver locks whipped Hermione in the face.

Following the path through the Hogwarts Gates, they soon found themselves within the village of Hogsmeade. Walking along the hustling and bustling street, Fleur quickly found the shop she was looking for and Harry and Hermione couldn’t help but wonder how they had missed it on all their previous trips to the village; standing before them was ‘Madam Sunshine’s Lingerie Store.’

“Thiz iz Perfect” exclaimed Fleur before she grabbed the shell shocked Harry by the arm and dragged him into the store; leaving the wide eyed Hermione standing on the street. Waking from her daze, Hermione walked over to it before casting a quick glance around to see if anyone could see her as she slipped into the shop.

Walking inside Hermione was surprised to find the store empty, no attendants prowling the isles looking for a potential sale, no customers pretending they were in the wrong store and no sign of Fleur or Harry. Trying not to think of what that French snob was doing to her Harry, Hermione quickly began searching the store.

Considering that this was a magical store, Hermione was shocked to find that some of the things in the store were plain muggle bras and things but one section was set up with different undergarments; corsets, garters and a few things Hermione didn't even know the name of. Walking around the isles; she found that there was the usual lace, satin, and a small section of velvet garments before walking behind a curtain towards the back of the store where she finally found Fleur who was showing some very interesting things made of leather and lace to a blushing Harry.

“Thiz would look just great on you Arry” Fleur suggested, grabbing hold of another leather garment only this one had satin instead.

“Fleur, Harry is not a slut!” declared Hermione, thankful that the store was empty as she walked towards the pair; the tips of her ears turning red in fury. “He needs something that doesn’t make him look like someone from the cast of showgirls.”

Fleur snorted. “For God’s zake, Hermione. You’ve never experimented a bit for Ron?”

Hermione blushed; she didn’t know whether she was more embarrassed or infuriated by the personal comment. “No and me and Ron are not going out. How many times do I have to tell you that.”

“Well,” Fleur said, sighing and pretending she never heard the last bit “maybe we zhould ztart Arry off with zomething a little lezz . . . advanced.”

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Harry sighed as he fell back into his seat, they had been in this store for well over an hour now and he wasn’t convinced they were getting anywhere. There time in this store had been more like a privet war between Fleur and Hermione.

After about thirty minutes of Fleur suggesting one thing and Hermione dismissing it for something far more conservative; Harry couldn’t stand any more and grabbed a handful before retreating to the changing room’s for some piece.

Looking up at his reflection, Harry had to admit he did look pretty damn good in them with his new body. He was on the last set and decided that he liked them the most; an emerald green set with what Fleur called a booster cup and a dash of lace. The bra was made of a soft material that felt good against his skin but bordered somewhat on indecent given the almost transparency of some of the fabrics used, not to mention the low cut cups. The panties were low cut but cut to sit slightly higher on his hips than boxers.

However, when he was about to change back into his normal clothes, Harry noticed a few things sitting in the corner of the stall he hadn‘t noticed. Strange… he couldn’t remember seeing them before but a quick look proved they were in his size and he couldn't resist having a look and a try; after all if he was going to be a girl for a while, he may as well look the part. It turned out that they were a selection of corsets and garter belts that Harry could only guess were Fleur’s contribution.

Taking a few minutes so he could figure out how to get the first one on, Harry slipped it on before gasping in surprise as it did itself up. After she had put the matching underwear on and figured out how to attach the garter belt; he looked up. He had breasts, although he had admitted that he was equipped with all the female parts and that he was slightly gifted in the breast department. He was actually quite happy with these but damn they did they did look good like this; pushed up and together really did make a difference. He defiantly liked this one, it was a deep black that contrasted very well with his pale skin and accentuated his new curves. Slipping it off and moving to the next one; a dark blue one with white ties. With a blush spread across his checks when he noticed that little white golden snitches flew across his breasts and backside.

However, when he managed put the last one on Harry couldn‘t tell whether he was more turned on or Shocked. It was blood red and the ties were a pale pinkie colour with a shimmer that was similar to opals. It had sharper lines than the other two and sunk lower in his back, sitting just under his shoulder blades. It stopped just above Harry’s waist. At the top the fabric rose to peaks halfway along his breasts and then down to show as much flesh as possible, the effect was even more elegant than the other two though. The garter was made of the same red material and it was decorated with lace in the same colour as the ties, the clips were the shape and colour as the teardrop stone. And the sheer stockings that came with the outfit showed flashes of red and opal at his slightest movement.

It reminded Harry of a program he had caught his cousin Dudley watching over the holidays but he thought that it looked pretty damn good and had to get it but he also liked the two other sets as well.

After getting changed back into his normal clothes, he smiled at his now soon to be purchased underwear before he opened the door, turning back to pick up the discarded items but was surprised to find they had already gone. Turning back, he found himself facing the smiling faces of Hermione and Fleur waiting for him.

“Zo what do you think Arry?” Fleur asked, not giving Hermione the chance to speak as he walked out the stall.

“Er…Yhea…they’re very nice Fleur” Harry managed to say, missing the sudden downtrodden look Hermione gaze him. Obvious to all but Harry, the girls had been arguing about how Harry would react to the undergarments and Fleur had backed the winning horse so to speak.

The day wore on and soon Harry found himself standing at the foot of his new four poster in the girl’s dormitory. It had been a great surprise for Harry to find that the girls dormitory was exactly the same as the boy’s; their wasn’t even a difference in the styles of the four posters. His new clothes were packed in his trunk and he found himself sitting on his bed, listening to Lavender and Parvati eagerly converse about the latest edition of witch weekly while Hermione sat on her bed opposite his; studying for her potions lesson tomorrow.

Fleur had left them hours before and went to the private quarters that had been set aside by Dumbledore for her. Both she and Hermione had spent the day in constant argument and Madam Sunshine’s had not been the only battle ground for their privet war. They had spent over two hours disagreeing in a witch’s cloth store before Harry managed to drag them to the Three Broomsticks for a butter beer.

However despite the girls private war, Harry was pleased with the day’s results; they had managed to buy lots of different outfits for him to wear and several that were not as ‘provocative’ as the corsets.; much to Fleur’s displeasure.

Suddenly, the feeling of a pillow being slammed into his face woke Harry from his daze and looking up, he could see Parvati who was dressed in a frilly nightgown standing on his bed; pillow in hand as she said “Come on Harry, time for bed.”

Harry felt like a cold bucket of water had just been thrown over his head, he had totally forgotten that he would have to change infront of them. Although they had seen plenty, Harry just couldn’t find a nightgown that he thought he would be able to sleep in so that left only one option. Swallowing hard, Harry slowly unbuttoned his shirt, conscious of the fact that almost every eye in the dorm was pinned on him.

Undoing the button of the jeans he felt them fall around his feet, leaving Harry standing in nothing but his new bra and panties as he waited, waited for the laughter that was sure to ring throughout the room at the sight of him.

Nothing.

Looking round, Harry watched as Lavender and Parvati went back to their magazine while Hermione pretended to study. Heaving a sigh of relief, he quickly climbed into the four poster ; enjoying the feel of all the stress wash away from him as he drifted into an easy slumber.