Rumors start, Harry tells Hermione

Harry was sat late in the common room after quidditch practice, fire slowly dying out with only a small amount of light illuminating the common room. It had been a week since the lost bet, rumors were going around everywhere. Three times today he’d been offered a lolipop to ‘suck on’, and even Ron was picking up that something weird was going on. Harry had no idea what had been shared, but Malfoy is obviously spreading something around. Harry was thinking through the scenarios when Hermione came through the door.

“Hiya Harry, thanks for waiting, huge essay to finish.” Hermione said as she sat in the chair near Harry.

“Thats ok, i haven’t long finished quidditch practice, what did you want to talk about?”, Harry asked, still half distracted.

“Well, i wanted to give you & Ron the notes for the potions assignment”, Hermione handed some papers to Harry.

“And….” said Harry, knowing she wouldn’t ask him to wait up just for notes.

“Well, and… i wanted to ask what’s going on?”, Hermione looked right at Harry, as if to judge his reaction

“What do you mean?”, Harry asked, trying to sound casual, but he had a pit of the stomach feeling, sudden flashbacks of that room came to mind, images that he was trying to hold back. Malfoy’s hands on his waist, between his legs and that insatiable feeling when he had looked at Malfoy.

“Well, I think you know what i mean, c’mon Harry, the offers of lolipops all the time, the jokes about someone ‘slythering’ into you, about what you and Ron…” but hermione was interupted.

“I’m not doing anything with Ron, it’s nothing like that” Harry jumped in with, and Hermione stopped & sat waiting patiently. Harry, whilst desperately wanting to tell someone, didn’t know how to say it.

“I’m not saying it’s anything Harry, i’m asking you”.

“Well, err… ok. Ok. Look, it started with a bet. A really, really! stupid bet. With Malfoy.”, and Harry could see Hermione grimice a little. “It was about the recent quidditch game, about who’d win”, and this time saw her eyes roll, he’d nornally make a comment but he wanted to get this over with.

“The game we lost” Hermione clarified and Harry told her the story, well mostly, he had changed the fact it was Hermione’s body that changed into, and said it was a random girl in hufflepuff. Harry realised his mistake quickly, as Hermione was too clever and realised it wouldn’t make sense to use a stranger, but he felt he pulled it back when he said about his feelings to Draco’s body, and Hermione seemed to accept that as his motivation, to make Harry lust after him. Harry had spelt out the whole thing, even the ending, right up to the ejaculation across his face and the camera. Whilst embarrasing, humiliating, he generally felt better, but was now waiting for Hermione’s response as she took a moment to take it all in.

“Oh I’m so sorry Harry, that sounds aweful”, Harry was suprised not be told how stupid this was. “I can’t believe you made such a stupid bet”, (there it is), “but that’s no excuse for what he did” and Harry was struggling to look at Hermione, “I suppose you don’t want to go to Dumbledore or McGonagall?”.

“Hermione! I don’t want to tell anyone, did you hear about where his… his… thing ended up?” Harry said, a lot quieter when talking about Malfoy’s thing.

“Well, i did, yes. But it sounds like there could be some side-effects and I think they could help.”

“Side-effects!!” said Harry, loudly, “what side-effects?”

“Well, I don’t know exactly, yet, but it doesn’t sound quite right. I mean Malfoy is good looking, handsome, and he does have a hot body….” Harry gave Hermione a look out of instict, and stopped himself from saying something when he remembered the story he just told. “…but it shouldn’t have had that effect, not that quickly. I know the polyjuice and if anything, you’d be less likely to … ya know, so he must have adapted it.”

“Well, that does make me feel a tiny bit better, but that’ll be gone now right?”

“Well…. Maybe, hopefuly, yes.” Hermione said but with a look that told Harry there was more.

“Unless?”

“Unless he didn’t do it right or deliberately did something to make it last”

“What, so he could make me do the same, again?”

“Well i don’t know Harry, it depends which effect he tried and how he did it.”

“What do you think he might have tried?” Harry asked, nervously.