Yes

Harry battled his thoughts, he definately didn’t want to be sucking Ron’s cock; but the idea of everyone seeing him blow Malfoy was unthinkable.

Slowly, Harry reached out for the container, went back to his locker and starting changing. He was thinking how he would do this. Harry assumed Malfoy picked hermione as the girl Harry would turn into, it would makr it easier and yet painful for Harry. He would have to get Ron alone first, and thankfully there was a dinner on tommorow evening so the quidditch pitch would be free. If he could get Ron there, saying he wanted quidditch practise, then turn up as Hermione and try to take it from there.

Harry couldn’t really sleep that night, he kept thinking of how he would charm Ron into letting him suck his dick; a bet, lots of compliments? It really shouldn’t be that hard he assured himself, after all it was a free blowjob.

Harry made the arrangements to meet Ron that evening during breakfast; he couldn’t help wondering how…..big, the challange would be and kept glancing at Ron’s pants, as if trying to guess what he’d be …facing. After lunch was a free period and Harry went to collect what he’d need from the stores, he wasn’t going for a uniform (although that could help) but some spare jeans and jumper as it was up at the quittich field they were meeting. Harry was thinking how he would do this and not have them talk about it,…ever! A few thoughts crossed his mind, he was hoping it would all come to him at the pitch.

At the end of the day, Harry went to the toilets, into a cubicle and quickly changed out of his clothes; pausing for a moment, he was once again changing into a girl. Draco was really dominating him. Harry got the clothes he was changing into all ready, he wanted to be quick, somehow still holding the idea that he was protecting his friends privacy. He drank the potion, eyes closed. Once he felt the effects finish, he got dressed in a rush, came out the cubical, stood at the sink and looked into the mirror