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A Prince in Lion's Clothing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 36570 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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“Ron’s back.” Neville muttered, watching the redhead walk into the Great Hall.

“Yeah.” Harry muttered bitterly. “Can’t keep him away for long with Dumbledore running the show.”

“Oi, Ronniekins! Nice to see you! We didn’t miss you!” George said cheerfully.

Ron gave him a rude gesture and sat down next to Ginny. “What’s happened while I was gone?” He asked her.

Ginny sighed. “Well, the second task was boring. Harry and Cedric tied for first place. But it was underwater, so we didn’t see much. Hermione and Krum are getting awfully close, though.” She added.

Ron scowled. “She’s such a slag.”

“That may be, but she’s a lucky one to have Krum.” Ginny pointed out.

“I thought you liked Harry.” Ron said, confused.

“I do.” Ginny said lightly. “He’s got the money, political power and looks I like. But you have to admit, with his money and Quidditch contacts, Krum would make a good second choice. He could get me onto a professional team, and I could make my own money that way. I’d be loaded and beholden to no one.” Ginny said, eyes shining as she imagined it.

Ron shrugged. “I suppose, but with Hermione with him, your chances of getting him are slim, too.” He said.

Ginny scowled. “I know. What’s she got that I don’t?!”

Ron shook his head. “No idea, Gin. No idea.”

*****

Ron had managed to bring several ‘pranks’ from the twins’ room back with him, and he planned to see what they did with a live demonstration.

He carefully covered Harry’s bed with the iridescent powder he’d found, having no idea what it was or did.

Whatever it was, it couldn’t be deadly. But chances are it would be mightily uncomfortable.

He hid the rest of the powder and left the room, smiling smugly. Harry would regret not taking him back soon enough. And he’d probably be begging to be friends again when all was said and done.

And Ron would say no.

*****

Harry woke and stretched. He looked down at himself sleepily—and snapped awake, screaming.

His scream was very high-pitched, to go with the tits he’d grown overnight.

Neville jumped out of bed and opened his hangings, then snorted. “Nice rack. Where’d that come from?”

Harry shook his head, staring at the breasts with horror. “I don’t know!” He said.

Neville hummed, then asked, softly, “Ron, you think?”

“Probably.” Harry said heavily.

Neville nodded his agreement. “Well, we’ll just have to hope that’s all he’s got planned.”

Harry sighed and got up. “Yeah. Let’s shower. Hopefully Seamus won’t stare too much.”

Neville laughed. “Asking for a bit much, there. You make a very pretty girl.”

Harry grimaced. “Thanks, I think.”

They went to take their showers and Neville politely ignored Harry’s naked body.

The other boys did not.

As they came in, they each stared, and Harry flushed brightly as they took in his nudity. He was starting to think he'd have to start showering with the girls until this wore off.

When Ron came in, Harry glared at him.

Ron gaped at him, then smirked. “Nice tits there, Harriet.”

Harry huffed and ignored him until Ron took the shower right next to him, which all the other boys had avoided, seemingly so he could stare at Harry up close.

Harry finished his shower and beat a hasty retreat.

Harry got dressed quickly and he and Neville went down to breakfast, meeting up with the twins on the way.

“Heya, Harry!” Fred said, then did a double-take, looking over him closely. “One of our products?” He asked.

Harry sighed. “Probably. Got an antidote?” He asked.

George shook his head. “Afraid not. You have to wait for it to wear off.” He said.

Harry scowled. “And now long does that take?!” He asked.

“Two weeks.” Fred told him.

“Two weeks?!” Harry shouted. “I can’t be like this for two weeks! What if Tom visits?!”

George grinned. “Hope he likes tits?” He suggested.

Harry groaned. “I hate you both.”

Fred slung an arm over his shoulder. “Don’t worry so much, My... Princess.” He finally decided with a grin. “It won’t hurt you or leave any lasting damage. Besides the memories of having tits, of course. But you look good with them.” He said.

Harry just sighed, shook his head, and continued on to breakfast. With his good-looking tits.

*****

Harry was walking to the library, not paying attention, when he heard Pansy begin to say his name from behind him. He looked up just in time to run straight into a smirking Ron, who reached out and grabbed his boobs, one in each hand, and gave them a hard squeeze.

Harry shoved him away. “You cunt! Just because these are your fault doesn't give you a right to touch them! Leave me alone!” He shouted as Pansy and Luna caught up.

“Come on, Harry. He's not worth it.” Luna said, leading him down the rest of the hall and into the library.

They all found a table together and Harry sighed. “Everybody keeps staring, and now Ron decides he can just touch me however he wants.” He muttered.

Pansy hummed. “That’s not right. Are you okay?”

Harry snorted. “It hurts, if that’s what you're asking.”

Pansy nodded. “Yes, it can when they're handled roughly. No one likes a brute. That’s the main reason why.” She commiserated.

Luna held out her hands. “I can heal the bruises you'll be left with before they form, if you want. I’m good at healing.” She offered.

Harry eyed her hands warily. “You'd have to touch them, wouldn’t you?” He asked.

Luna smiled. “Purely clinical, Harry, I promise. Not that I don’t like boobs, but I have my own, and am not attracted to you.” She assured him.

Harry sighed. “Sure, why not?”

Luna rested her hands on the mounds and they warmed, sending tingles through the tissues.

Harry sighed in relief. “Much better. Thanks.” He said as Luna sat back with a smile.

“You're welcome, My Prince. I’m glad I could help.”

Pansy looked at Luna, impressed. “You have healing gifts?” She asked.

Luna smiled. “I have many gifts.” She answered.

Pansy met Harry’s eyes. “You're keeping this one around.” She told him firmly.

Harry laughed. “Well, yeah, that is the plan.” He agreed.

“Good. Now, what did you want to work on first?” Pansy asked, opening her bag.

“Hm. Charms?” Harry suggested.

“Charms it is.” Pansy said in resignation. She hated Charms.

Which was why Harry subjected her to it every chance he got.

*****

“Can we just try?” Harry pleaded. “I can’t take another morning of them all staring at me in the showers!”

Hermione’s eyes softened. “We can try, but you have to promise you won’t look at us.” She said firmly.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Listen, Mione, you guys have nothing to fear from me. I’m totally not interested.” He promised.

“Alright, let’s see if you can, then.”

Harry started up the stairs warily, waiting for it to turn into a slide. He made it to the top and smiled down at her. “So can I shower with you guys tomorrow?”

“You have to promise not to look!” Parvati shouted from the common room.

“And never tell any of the guys what you hear or see in there! Keep our secrets safe!” Lavender added.

Harry nodded. “Anything, just get me away from the boys and their staring!”

Parvati shrugged. “He can shower with us until he’s a he again.” She said to Hermione.

“Yeah, I’m fine with it.” Lavender agreed.

Harry cheered and came back down the stairs, thanking and hugging the other girls. “I owe you guys big time.” He said.

Parvati smiled. “And we'll remind you when there’s something we need.” She assured him.

Lavender nodded her agreement.

*****

Harry came into Severus' rooms and sank onto the couch with a groan.

“Hello to you, too.” Severus said from his desk. “Why do I currently have a daughter?”

Harry sighed. “Ron.” He explained.

“Ah.” Severus said. “Permanent, or temporary?” He asked.

Harry snorted. “Temporary, or he’d be dead already.”

“I see.” Severus stood. “Since you are here, and the Dark Lord has collected your odious relatives, would you like to help me with something?” Severus asked, getting up and heading for the door.

Harry jumped up. “Sure, what?”

“There is a potion that makes the drinker relive every experience they inflicted upon the person who gives it to them. I was going to brew it for you to give to them, but if you want to help, I would not be averse to letting you into my private lab, this once.” Severus explained.

Harry grinned. “Sounds brilliant, count me in!”

They went into the lab and Severus took down his silver cauldron. “This is a tricky brew,” He explained, setting the cauldron on the rack. “so you will need to follow my instructions carefully. Fill it halfway.” He added, walking over to retrieve a book and some ingredients.

Harry was adding the water when Severus came back. He looked at Harry’s hand for a few seconds before asking, “That tremble. Do you always have it?”

Harry looked at his hand. It was shaking slightly. “Yeah.” He answered. “Why?”

Severus sighed. “You probably do have my and your mother’s skill with Potions, your earlier malnutrition just ensured that you could not implement it to your full potential. The tremor will make you unable to add ingredients at the precise second you should. I can fix it, but for now, I will have you prepare ingredients, and I will add them. We do not have time to fix the issue presently.” He said.

Harry frowned. “Oh. Is that the problem?”

“Most likely. I will inspect your preparation, but I have a feeling it will not be a problem.” Severus told him.

“We will need two drops of juice from a whimperpod. Do you know how to juice one?” Severus asked, taking a small pod out of a vial.

Harry nodded. “The book says to crush it with the flat of your knife, then drip the juice on the knife into the potion.”

Severus nodded. “It does say that. It is incorrect.”

Harry looked surprised. “It is?”

Severus held the pod up. “Whimperpods are so named because if you juice them correctly, they whimper.” He told Harry. “They are alive, and crushing them will release all five drops that they hold, but it also kills them, and you cannot use them again. They are inexpensive, so most Potioneers crush them and throw away the dead pod. However, if you cut a small slit near the base,” Severus cut the pod, and it let out a small, pitiful cry of pain, ”You can squeeze out the juice you need and heal it, then use it again later.” He said, as he did so, squeezing out two drops into a vial.

Harry nodded slowly. “So I’ve killed some of them. That’s horrible!”

Severus smirked. “You didn’t know better. Besides, like I told you, it is not exactly wasteful to juice them that way. They come very cheaply.” He said, putting the used pod back with the others. “They regenerate, so all you really need is one, usually. I have many, since some potions I brew—poisons, usually—require both the juice and the pod carcass. That and the fact that students are misinformed, and thus, wasteful. But now, you can stop killing the small things and juice them properly. Like Draco does.”

Harry scowled. “Don’t rub it in.” He muttered.

Severus chuckled. “Now, powder me an Ashwinder egg, add five drops of moondew and mash it into a paste. I will slice the ginger root while you do that.”

“What’s the ginger for?”

Severus shrugged. “Taste. But removing it will alter the effects slightly, we’re not going to chance it just to make the flavour more unpleasant. Though they deserve it.” He added.

Harry couldn’t agree more.
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