Session 4 ends: an opportunity lost, but maybe not.

*His left hand reaches up and cupped the side of the blowdryer. His mind a buzz with all the possibilities that could happen if he stayed, but also with what would happen if he left.*

His mind flashed with so many possibilities and outcomes both good, bad and very bad that he panicked a little.

"I'm sorry I just can't."

Right then both hands then gripped the sides the blowdryer and it was off of his head, all of the worst case scenario ideas just kept playing in his mind as he jumped out of the seat and bolted out of the armoire not even looking back to pick up his discarded clothes.

It was actually a surprising miracle that the streaking Harry wasn't caught by anyone. And had managed to make it not only back to his dorm, but back into his bed without anybody knowing.

His heart is still pounding like a jackhammer as he felt like he was in the middle of a fight waiting for whatever is chasing him to turn around the corner and grab him.

When he finally fell asleep it was out of sheer exhaustion from anxiety.

He was so out of it from the sudden panic attack he never noticed the chastity cage just disappear as well as the just acquired earrings leaving nothing behind that they were ever there.

The next few days flew by in a daze, The morning after he noticed the cage was gone and other than a little stinging in his earlobes there was no sign of the earrings either, in fact if it wasn't for the fact he needed to quickly find some clothes to cover up his nudity he'd almost think The last few weeks were a dream, if not for returning to the room of requirement and seeing the armoire is still there.

Only... it wouldn't open for him. He couldn't help the slight pang of sadness and feeling of rejection at this.

"You made your choice, no going back now, huh?"

Everything seemed a little dim since then a little less color. And after a few weeks he had almost convinced himself it was for the best and he had: 'dodge the bullet.'

Then he saw Draco Malfoy. The Blond Slytherin without warning became even more reclusive than he was a month ago. And judging by the fact that the marauders map couldn't locate him meant for the last few weeks Draco must've been practically living in the room of requirement. So seeing him in the great Hall was very rare.

Then he noticed, there was a hitch in his walk, his hair was longer, his lips looked bigger, and as his robes parted he was wearing heels, pink stockings and a skirt?

"What's wrong Harry? Why are you staring at Drianna Malfoy, Is she making googoo eyes at you again?"

The words that came out of Ron's food stuffed mouth felt like a sharp slap to the face.

"What did you say?"

Hermione smacked Ron on the arm and told him to swallow his food before he speaks since Harry obviously couldn't understand him.

"I think Ron was asking if Drianna was flirting with you again? I swear ever since that Aphrodite androgenous potion accident transformed Draco in Drianna our second year, all that animosity they had for you seemed to turn into lust."

Ron's snort of a laugh mid swallow almost led to him ****. As he started guzzling a pitcher of pumpkin juice 'new' memories started flashing in Harry's head.

/second year, an incident happened in potions class, Lockhart in his infinite stupidity miss-identified a potion that Snape had apparently been working on for over 10, years and was almost finished. The flamboyant fraud thought it was a illegal love potion called Aamorila. He then proclaimed he was arresting Snape and tried to banish away the potion.

It was apparently revealed during his interrogation under truth serum, that he was trying to remove the potion entirely so it would be his word against Snape when the authorities would be called, and figured, with their reputations pitted against each other he would be taken at face value.

Unfortunately or fortunately depending on your viewpoints. The cauldron was specially made to avoid the contents from being vanished, but then again this was also the incompetent Lockhart trying to cast the spell, which led to the neon pink potion and cauldron being thrown ass over tea kettle from its position on a fire, and not only spilling its entire contents all over Draco Malfoy but the small pot landed perfectly to stick his head in it.

The resulting rage that came from Snape must've been felt all the way in the headmasters office. Because Dumbledore's quick intervention was possibly the only reason somebody wasn't killed that day. Although Snape was made to apologize to, and reimburse Ginny for accidentally destroying her book bag with a lob a fiend fire that destroyed everything including to her lament, her diary.

But the potion itself had a profound impact on Draco. There face and body shape had taken a very feminine change, to the point that most students had assumed Draco had completely changed gender. But thanks to portrait gossip Madame Pomphrie confirmed he was still a guy.

The years quickly showed the now named Drianna's body quickly become the epitome of gorgeous. Even there walking led to an instinctive swing of the hips that led to quite a few hormonal teenagers running into each other.

but her attitude towards Harry was the biggest shift./

"Ha! Come off it Hermione, we all know nothing changed. It's just now we all know his constantly pestering and antagonizing Harry up until then was him just trying to hide how bad they were always secretly gagging for Harry's Dick."

Ron may have continued to talking, but it was all white noise to Harry now.

Draco...No Drianna had found the armoire, and S/he didn't shy away from what it offered.

Did it do the same thing as it did for him?

Or was it more personalized for Drianna?

Did they ware a chastity cage?

Were they STILL wearing it?

Drianna hadn't really been on his mind in the last few days, was the change happened today or a few days ago?

Were they also tied up frequently with their nipples played with?

Their whole body toyed with getting them ready?

Did they try real cum, or only know the taste of the glitter potion?

As he started at Drianna eating, he saw they were wearing a necklace with a small potion bottle as big his thumb filled with a dark grey potion in it.

Something about that portion called to him. So screwing up his Gryffindor courage, and without caring that what he was about to do might say. Got up from his seat, walked up to the Slytherin table,

(The room growing quiet as everyone became curious.)

Walked up behind Drianna

(They didn't notice him coming.)

And deciding to follow that old whispering instinct he hadn't heard in weeks and yet sounded slightly different, placed his right hand on Drianna's right wrist, and left hand on Drianna's neck.

They sat up straight as he took a deep breath over Drianna's ear as he then leaned in.

"Drianna~ I think it's time you and I had a talk about all this flirting you've been doing at me. Why, it's almost like you WANT me to pond your plump butt into the nearest hard surface until you call me Daddy."

With how quiet the great Hall had become, he might as well have not bothered whispering, and just talked normally because everyone heard every word.

"Mmm Yes Daddy~ I MEAN Harry! L-lets go talk. As long as you need too."

At that you both left the silent great hall and you both made a bee line for the nearest empty classroom. Seemingly in synchronized action both cast the same spells locking the door, casting notice-me-not on it, and protected the room from eavesdroppers.

Just as he turned to face Drianna's, they grasped the potion bottle and ripped the necklace from their neck and held at it out to Harry.

"This is yours, please drink the potion first, so I know you'll be the perfect daddy."

With only a raised eyebrow and no hesitation harry quickly uncorked and downed the potion.

It was hard to swallow, feeling like as soon as it left the bottle it became a steel ball bearings in his mouth, he grimaced as it finally went down. And like a lead weight he felt it quickly slide down his throat, reach his stomach, and keep going? It felt like it went straight through him down to his crotch, and just like a heavy weight dropping he felt then 'thud' and a ripping sound, as his cock and balls grew in an instant the sudden change in weight made him wobble for a second, as he looked at Drianna licking there lips.

"A month ago I found this armoire in the room of requirement. I know you already know about it, and it had its grip on me pretty tight. Showing me such pleasures and wonders. Then when it gave me a choice to continue or leave, I realized that I didn't just want to stay, I needed to stay. I needed it to change my life make things better and you wouldn't believe how much better."

As Drianna talked they started to strip, first revealing there perky C-cup tits, there long smooth legs, and after turning there back and and quick ripping sound the piece of cloth that used to be panties were tossed away fully revealing a heart shaped ass. Then with a final turn Drianna showed there clear plastic cage covered crotch.

But with a slight tug, there balls were moved to the side to reveal HER wet pussy.

"I begged the armoire to change me like this. I liked Shemale but I could never be in charge and I wanted my new Daddy the chance to breed me. And you wouldn't believe how much this is improved my life at home just from the new memories. Dad treats me like his princess, my relationship with my mom is amazing, and I'll soon have a sibling. Which surprisingly is something I didn't know I always wanted."

By this point Drianna was on her knees as with a single pull Harry's pants were around his, revealing one pair of exploded under ware and a dick big enough to be called a fuck stick.

Drianna reverently held Harry's now 11 inch long, thick as a beater bat dick, her free hand cupping his balls now as big as his fists.

"Oh Harry. The potion increases someone based on there magical core. I thought it would only add 3 or 4 inches tops."

Harry watched as Drianna rained kisses on his new and improved Dick.

"Please, Daddy~ fuck my slutty mouth."

As Harry gripped her hair and lined his dick up for the first of many face fucks, he couldn't help but feel like thanking the armoire, he may have chose to stop one path, but it still provided him the gift of another.