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The Domino Effect	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 28943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Domino Effect
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Epilogue
- 13
- 14
- 15
Part 14

Girls can wear jeans and cut their hair short. Wear shirts and boots, 'cause it's OK to be a boy. But for a boy to look like a girl is degrading, 'cause you think that being a girl is degrading. But secretly you'd love to know what it's like, wouldn't you. What it feels like for a girl - Madonna

"Mr. Potter, you will come with me," Severus Snape ordered as an extremely tired-looking Harry Potter entered the Great Hall for breakfast.
Harry just shrugged his shoulders, cast a quick questioning look over to the Slytherin table at Draco, who shook his head as if to say that he had no idea what it was about, and then followed Snape out of the room while the students left behind began to buzz with questions.
As he followed, Harry began to realize where they were headed and couldn't help but smirk to himself. He knew that Madame Pomfrey would be at a complete loss as to what to do with Goyle. The spell he'd used was one he'd only recently found in one of Salazar's books. There was a counter spell, of course, but he was the only who knew it, and if they thought they were going to bully him into fixing Goyle, they had another think coming.
"In here, Potter," Snape bit out as he held open the door to the medical ward.
"Yes, Sir," Harry replied and walked into the room.
In the far corner, still huddled in the bed, Gregory sat. He was silent, watching with apprehension as Harry made his way across the room toward him. He still wasn't sure what to think of his current situation. True, he wasn't too keen on remaining a woman, but faced with the option of being turned back and having to go back to Voldemort, especially after hearing what had happened to his father, he was beginning to think he could live with having tits.
As Harry stepped up to the side of the bed, Snape came around the other side so he was facing Harry; Goyle on the bed between them. "What did you do to him, Potter?"
Harry snorted. "Fairly obvious, isn't it? I turned him into a girl."
"I can see that, Potter, what I want to know is how you turned him into a girl! And how to turn him back," Snape replied with obvious frustration. It wasn't like he didn't think the boy deserved punishment, but this could get Potter expelled.
"I found a few interesting spell books and this was in one of them. I can reverse it, but I don't know if I want to," Harry said, and then lowered his voice, "After what he did to me, why should I fix him?"
"Potter!" Snape hissed and looked from Hato Gto Greg and back again.
Knowing that he had just exposed Severus, Harry quickly took back the memory of his words from Greg's mind. He shot Snape a look when the other man lifted an eyebrow in question of his actions.
"Forget you saw that," Harry said and then erased both the words and the action from Snape's mind as well.
Snape blinked and then looked at Harry. "What do you mean you don't know if you want to? If you know the reversal, I demand that you use it this instant!"
"No."
"Yes!"
"No, and you can't make me."
"Fifty points from Gryffindor! And detention with Filch for a week!" Snape roared.
"Still not fixing him," Harry replied.
"I'll see you expelled for this Potter!"
"Go ahead, try it and see what happens," Harry calmly replied.
The silent young woman on the bed looked from one furious man to the other and cleared her throat. "Um, Professor Snape? Can I maybe talk to Potter alone for a minute?"
~!~
"Psst! Ron!" Hermione whispered as her boyfriend lumbered out of the Great Hall on his way to class.
"Mione? Where are you?" he asked, looking around and not seeing her.
"Over here!" she replied as he walked towards the sound of her voice. She grabbed his arm when he got close enough and dragged him into an empty classroom.
"Hermione, what the hell?"
"Shh! Be quiet, Ron. I don't want anyone to hear us." Once the door was closed, Hermione put up silencing spells on the room and a locking charm on the door. "There, now we can talk."
"About what? What the hell is going on here?" Ron asked in a fluttered state.
"Harry, Ron. He's done something. I don't know what, but I heard him and Draco talking about torture, and that Malfoy... gets off on it."
Ron screwed his faced up in disgust. "Like whips and chains and that kind of thing? Merlin, I never took Harry for the kinky type."
"No! And, eww?" Hermione replied. "Not Harry torturing Malfoy, idiot. Harry torturing someone else and Malfoy watching!"
Ron gulped. "Are you sure? This is an awful big accusation to make. What exactly did you hear?"
Hermione told Ron her story of thents nts of the night before, from when she was lying in bed trying to put the pieces together to hearing Harry and Draco as they came toward her in the hall, to seeing them kissing. "Then Malfoy said, "I can't wait to get you alone, Merlin I'm so fucking turned on right now." And then Harry said, "Torture does it for you then, Malfoy?" And Draco said, "So long as it's not mine, hell yeah!". So you see? Harry is in trouble, Ron, and we have to help him!"
"Wait, wait. Didn't you just say yesterday that Malfoy was good for Harry? Now you're saying he's got him torturing people for kicks?" Ron rubbed his temples and slumped down onto a nearby desk. "My brain hurts!"
~!~
Draco watched as Hafollfollowed Snape out of the room before glancing down the table toward Zabini with a deadly scowl. The other boy shook his head frantically and quickly got to his feet, leaving the Hall without finishing his breakfast. Well, Draco thought to himself, if it wasn't Zabini, then what was Snape after Harry for?

It only took him a few seconds to remember the other missing member from the Slytherin table - Greg Goyle - and his lips twitched in mirth. He had forgotten about Greg, and truthfully, he hoped Harry wouldn't turn him back any time soon. He wanted to get a look at his former friend before he was changed back. Possibly take pictures even. One never knew when blackmail would come in handy.
With only a few minutes until class, Draco gathered his books and made his way out into the hall just as Weasley was being dragged into an empty classroom. He shuddered in disgust at the very idea of the Mudblood and the weasel snogging. Why either of them would turn to each other when they had someone like Harry around them for the past seven years boggled his mind. Not that he himself had really given much thought to Harry in that way before recent events, but he had noticed the boy's looks. He'd have had to be blind not to. He just preferred to ignore them.
While still thin, Harry had grown a few inches; his height now matched Draco's own. Harry's hair was a bit longer but still quite unruly; it seemed that no matter what was done to it, it would always be a mess. But despite his thin frame and messy locks, Harry had a certain appeal to him. His body was well-toned and tanned, and he held himself like a warrior in battle. His eyes were beautiful, even hidden behind those awful Muggle glasses, and his mouth was full and lush with soft lips that begged to be kissed.
He almost couldn't wait for the weekend and their trip to London. He was very excited about taking Harry shopping; he had several ideas in mind already for what to buy, and how to have his hair done, and if possible, to get rid of those aforementioned awful glasses. But as much as the thought of a well-dressed Harry Potter turned him on, a naked Harry Potter was even better.
Last night, after making their way back to the Chamber, they had barely made it to the study before Draco had lost control and practically ripped their clothes off. He couldn't remember a time when he had been so turned on. Just watching the way Harry had played with Blaise, seeing the other boy's fear and pain... It was all he could do to keep from rubbing himself through his pants as he watched.
He was quite happy with the physical aspect of his relationship with Harry, the other boy was quite a skilled lover, the best Draco had ever had, but he wanted something more from him, something he wasn't sure Harry was willing to give just yet, if at all. He wanted to take him. To feel him writhing on his cock, to ream him hard and deep and make him scream.
The more he thought about it, the more he wanted it. It aggravated him to no end that because of his dorm mates, he might never have that. That his Harry might be too emotionally damaged by their attack on him to ever give himself in that way. It was pissing Draco off more than he would have thought.
Potter had taken his revenge on Zabini last night, but Draco had yet to extract his own. And for what they had cost him, he would make them pay as well.
~!~
Snape snarled and spun on his heel. "You'll be late for class, Potter, I'm giving you ten minutes, any longer and I'm deducting points," he spat as he strode out of the room.
Harry crossed his arms over his chest and regarded the young woman on the bed. He still couldn't believe that this was Gregory Goyle. She looked so different, frail, delicate even. "You wanted to speak to me?"
"I, um, well... " Greg started.
"You heard Snape, I don't have a lot of time. Spit it out."
"I don't want you to turn me back," Greg whispered.
Harry spluttered. "What? Why not?"
"'Cause," Greg replied, keeping his eyes downcast, "if I'm a girl, the Dark Lord won't want me no more, my parents will disown me, and I can start over. I'll be free of all of them."
To say he was stunned was an understatement. Harry had expected to be bribed, saddled with guilt, threatened, and any number of other things when Greg requested to speak to him alone. He hadn't expected this. "I thought you liked being a Death Eater?"
"I don't. I just never had no choice. I've never had no choice in anything. My father told me what to do all my life, he told me what to eat, what to wear, where to go to school, who to be friends with, everything. I never chose Vinny or Drake for friends, my dad told me to be Drake's friend, that it was my job to protect him and to do whatever he told me. Vinny's dad said the same to him. Though, I think Vinny likes it. Last summer, me and Vinny were taken to the Dark Lord, our fathers told us to join, so we did. It's not like we had a choice, if we refused we'd be dead."
"And so what, you just stuck out your arm and let him mark you?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. It was expected."
"And what you did to me?" Harry asked rather harshly.
Goyle finally looked up and met Harry's angry glare. "Wasn't anything personal, Potter. I was just following orders. If it makes you feel any better, I didn't really enjoy it or nothing."
Harry bore into Greg's mind. He tore through his memories, moving faster and faster from one to the next. He saw his attack from Greg's point of view, felt the indifference for what he was doing. He went back farther, saw the letter written by Goyle Senior with the instructions of what he and the others were to do, again he felt Greg's compliance but there was no anticipation, no hate or aggression.
Harry began to move rapidly back through years of Greg's memories, always it was the same thing, he would be told what to do and he did it with out question, as though his own thoughts or feelings were irrelevant. Almost like he had been under Imperious his entire life.
Withdrawing from Greg's mind, Harry cocked his head in thought before speaking. "You know, I could be expelled for this."
"I'll tell Professor Snape that I asked you to leave me like this."
"What will you do when you leave Hogwarts? You'll have nowhere to go," Harry asked.
"I'll figure something out," Greg answered. "Anything has to be better than joining Voldemort and being forced to kill people. I never killed no-one yet, and I don't want to. If I go back to being me, to being a Death Eater, I know I'll have to kill people. I don't want that."
"Alright, I'll leave as you are. But when this war is over, I'll give you the chance to change back."
"Thanks, Potter. For what it's worth, I'm sorry about what happened."
"It's not worth much," Harry snorted, "but it's a start."
Harry shook his head in disbelief. He was helping a Death Eater to defect. A death Eater who had helped in a personal assault on himself, at that. And he was late for Potions. Snape was going to go ballistic.
~!~
In the deepest parts of the dungeon, in a dark corner of a hidden room, Blaise Zabini sat crouched in fear. There was no hope for him now, he had no future, no power, and one very pissed off wizard bent on revenge, coming after him. Again. He knew he had messed up big time. If Harry didn't kill him, Voldemort would. And neither would be merciful about it.
With nothing left to lose, he aimed his wand at his own forehead. He didn't know if it would work, but he had no other option. "Avada Kedavra!"
~!~
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