The room of Harry’s defeat

Characters not owned, all 18 years of age.

Stood in an empty classroom, Harry waited, looking down at the blouse and skirt he'd stolen from the stores. Regretting his stupid bet with Malfoy; he absolutely would have won the match if he hadn't been unconsioncous. Why did he bet on this match, why had he let Malfoy pick Hermione, why naked and where is the git, Harry was sure he was late on purpose; done it knowing that Harry would be stood in a girls uniform trying not to think about his loss.

Harry felt a gimer of hope, maybe if Malfoy was much longer he be transforming back and the bet would be over, maybe, just maybe Harry could get away with this.

But Harry was having no such luck, just as he'd hoped for relief, Malfoy strides in, face smirking, still in his quidditch uniform looking prestine as if he hadn't even played match; gleaming green robes over his shoulders, lush green jumper and handsome tight white trousers.

Harry felt strange; he suddenly realised how good the quidditch uniforms look and was starting to think about how good they looked on... on.. on someone, on err….this boy?… on... no, no Harry was not going to start giving this git the satisfaction, he looked away, back down at his skirt.

"feel the shame of losing, Potter?"

"No chance, you only won because i was out cold, you'd never beat me in a fair match up" Harry replied in hermione's voice for the first time.

"Whatever Losser, let's get on with this before the potion wears off, no time to waste" Malfoy raised his wand and shot a spell directly at Harry who dodged instictively to the side, clattering into a desk.

"No getting out of this Potter, time to take your loss like a man.... well, as much as man as you can be"

Harry hated him more then ever; why did he make this bet, it was Malfoys idea and he got drawn in like an idiot. Harry knew he had to do this, he felt terrible for betraying his friend, but he had sworn, he made the bet, he had done it and he had . He slowly moved back to stand opposite Malfoy.

"Right, fine, ready" harry mumbled, Malfoy, smirking, raised his wand again, and in instance, harry's clothes were gone, he was stood completely, absolutley stark naked.

He felt cold, shamed, he had no idea where to look, shockingly he still tried to have some sense of determination in trying to lessen the harm to hermione's privacy by not looking at his friends naked body

He couldn't face looking at Malfoy's smirk, he ended up just staring at Malfoy's white trousers. He was looking at the shape and bright colour. The form and fall of them.

Harry started to feel warm in his stomach, it suddenly struck him that he would have all the hormones of the body he changed into. Harry had a terrifying thought about these new feelings, how they made him feel…was he getting... was he feeling...Surely not….no, no, not for Malfoy….please no, please…and Harry shifted his gaze again, trying to think of something to distract him. He thought of his broomstick cleaning kit, anything but malfoy, and Malyfoys trousers, his uniform, his body..

"NO!" Harry had blurted out.

"Hah, bit late for that Potter and remember the bet, no talking or arguing or the timer resets, i get 10 minutes to enjoy and memorise the mudloods assets", Harry immediately wanted to snap back, but he had to control himself, he didn't want to let Malfoy know how much this was getting to him or it could reset. Draco created a green egg timer to count the 10 minutes.

Malfoy walked towards and around Harry, taking in eveybit of hermione's form, Harry was now looking up at Malfoy who was a few inches taller than Hermione. Harry could feel the size difference; it felt strange, and again, despite hating himself for it, he felt that warm feeling in his stomach which was growing stronger, spreading down between his legs, he felt lighter, and it was getting more difficult to keep his thoughts off Malfoys body, he had started to get thoughts of Malfoy without that bright green top, thinking of running his hands over Malfoy’s abs, hating himself and wondering how long had gone, he hated that this felt like a lifetime and his gaze dropped once more.

It was as if Malfoy knew the inner battle Harry was having, he kept quiet to begin with, tormenting Harry. He shurgged his robes off and threw them to the desk and got in close to Harry, looking down hermiones naked form, so close Harry could almost feel him. Harry couldn't look at his face, he was battling his thoughts and then suddenly Malfoy reached his hands to the side of Harry's hip, Harry looked straight at Malfoy, glaring, almost to demand no touching, as was the agreement, but he knew if he spoke then the timer reset. He was in a bind, he knew Malfoy would argue, and he just wanted this over. He thought if let Malfoy run his hands on the side of him and just saw out the timer he could get this done and be back in his dorm. If he could just block it all out for these few minutes.

But Harry’s innner battle was not going well, he was now getting some very vivid thoughts of Malfoy's naked body and he wondered if he should speak or not; could he just see it out.

Harry glanced at the timer in hope, but only 2 minutes had gone, Harry could feel himself sinking, he was petrified about what was happening, Malfoy's hands were already roaming aound hermione's form and Harry now had no will to stop Malfoy, he was letting him do as he wanted and worse, was imagining far more, he was almost willing more, how had it come to this. How was Harry Potter stood naked in a girls body in front of a fully dressed Malfoy, letting his hands run all over Hermione’s body. Once more, as if reading Harry's mind, Malfoy's hands smoothly ran over Hermione's breasts, taking in the young firm form and sending shots of excitment through Harry, who was now struggling to say standing up. Harry felt defeated, he knew he couldn't fight back, Malfoy had won, he was in total control and as if to prove that feeling, Malfoy's hands reached up to Harry's shoulders and with the gentlest pressure, Harry had dropped softly down to his knees.

Harrys was now starring straight at the white quidditch trousers he early admired, his imagination had been running away and he knew he was about to find out for sure what his hormones had been pushing him to. Malfoy's hands came to his zip and slowly Malfoy unziped and unbuckled his pants, revealing a girthy flacid large cock, which sent Harry's thoughts on a wild spin, his old thoughts were gone, he was in a girls mind now, Malfoy was the handsome quidditch champion, he the girl picked by the champion and he knew what was expected; his head came forward, mouth opened and the fullness of Malfoy was inside Harry.

Instincts took over, Harry seemed to know exactly what he was doing, it wasn't long before Malfoy was hard and Harry could feel the head of his cock rubbing down Hermione's throat, almost gagging at times, but as quickly as this all started he could feel everything finishing, Harry knew the feeling of the end of the polyjuice, and it was happening, he was transforming back. Malfoy started to moan and shake, sure enough he had just started to pump Harry's throat when there was a camera flash to Harry's side, Harry pulled back, Malfoy's last burst hit him squarely across his face and Malfoy was out of the door, Harry jumped to his feet to chase him but getting to the door had a realisation hit him of how he'd look running through the school naked, with Malfoy's cum splattered over his face.

Harry felt a huge weight of feeling that he hadn't when transforming back before, his mind went straight back to his own thoughts and the realisation of what he'd just done hit him like a cold slap across the face, he felt humiliated, so ashamed and angry; how did he let Malyfoy do that, he had taken Malfoys cock in his mouth and sucked him like a cheap whore…and its very likely Malfoy will have the evidence of it too…. Harry’s thought was wondering if it shows the boy who lived on his knees or Hermione. Should he be hoping it was Hermione? because he sure was. He knew he had to wash up, he went to his bag in the corner, grabbed his own clothes, cleared up and left the room that he truely had been defeated in.