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The Boiling Point	By : lundbera Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Sorry for the lack of an update lately, I had a bit of an “ehh I don’t feel like writing I have too many tests” kind of thing going on. Anyways, thank you to my lovely reviewers, and my silent readers as well xD. Hope you continue to give me feedback and read my frankensteinian dabbling with the Potterverse characters. (Alive!! They are..ALIVE!! mwahaha) Warning: Some Het in this chapter! (ew!) As always, review my darlings, review!

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Draco surveyed the mortified green-eyed boy in front of him. Said eyes were wide in shock as Harry peered at himself in the prefect’s bathroom mirror.

“I’m not a bloody girl, Malfoy!!” he whirled around, tugging the embarrassingly short checkered skirt down over his green satin knickers. The mermaid on the wall giggled and winked, pointedly staring at his arse. Harry blushed furiously and leaned against the wall to hide from her prying eyes.

“Not yet Potter, but after one of these you will be.” Malfoy smirked and handed the tragic hero one of the Weasley Wheezes more popular items—the Gender Bender pill. Guaranteed to make any boy a girl and vice versa for at least 12 hours. Harry groaned and glanced at the clock. It was nearly breakfast time, and this was Malfoy’s choice of punishment. Harry, or Harriet, as he was going to be called for the next twelve hours, would be forced into being a girl. Not only that, but he had to wear the slytherin house colors and walk in pumps. Not surprisingly, it was the heels that he was the most worried about. Harry could just see the headline now; Boy-who-Lived-to-Cross-Dress Breaks Bones due to inability to strut his stuff (in heels! Details inside!) There was no way the prophet was going to ignore this one.

“Well, Potter? Don’t get your panties in a twist, it’s only twelve hours” Malfoy snickered, and shoved the pink and blue swirled pill towards Harry, who took it reluctantly.

“Bottoms up” The poor, skirt-clad boy said morosely, and popped the pill in his mouth. At first, nothing seemed to happen, and Harry began to grin in triumph. He opened his mouth to gloat which quickly turned into a yelp of surprise. His previously flat chest seemed to have been hit with an engorgio charm. Harry’s eyes widened in alarm—just how big were they going to get? Considering the Twin’s tastes, he supposed he shouldn’t be all that surprised that the pill made him rather busty. His chest felt heavy and full, and Draco was bent over laughing hysterically.

“Potter with tits! This is just too good!” Malfoy reached over and tweaked them, bouncing back when Harry swatted his hands.

“Fuck off, Ferret!”

The signature messy black hair was elongating into tousled, layered raven locks which framed his face and sharpened his high cheek bones. His face changed very little—his nose shrunk a bit and the splay of freckles on his pale skin became more pronounced. His jaw-line softened, giving him a perpetual coquettish look that, combined with his rather lewd outfit and the delicate blush he was sporting, the overall look was quite alluring.

Draco stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes at the petite figure in front of him. He hadn’t thought that Potter would make such an appetizing, attractive woman. He pouted a bit, miffed that his rival hadn’t turned into a twin for Millicent Bulstrode.

“Let me see your tits” Draco blurted out as a reddish flush began to rise on his pale skin.

“What? Why?” Potter scowled at him suspiciously, Draco looked angry, his face was red and his chest was falling slightly more rapidly than normal. Harry stood, wobbling in his heels, crossing an arm over his chest. For some reason he felt like Draco shouldn’t get to see them, although, he was curious as to what they looked like. He had never seen a woman’s breasts before—unless you counted porn, but they never seemed real to him.

“I want to see how well the pill worked” Malfoy said quickly, and a little too breathily. “Come on Potter, unless you are afraid?” He sneered in challenge

Harry rolled his eyes. “Ferrets don’t scare me.” He hesitantly undid the buttons on his tight black blouse that moments before had hung on his flat chest, he hooked his arms behind his back fidgeting with the emerald bra awkwardly for a few moments before releasing the clasp.

Malfoy’s breath caught as he watched Potter’s blatant innocence combined with something completely seductive. A part of his brain was yelling at him for reacting this way over his rival, but he couldn’t deny the attraction he was feeling.

“Well?” Potter asked grumpily, poking at his chest with disdain. “They sure are heavy.”

“Let me see” Malfoy slid across the room, and cupped one of Potter’s breasts in his hand. He smirked as he heard a hitch in his enemy’s breath, and thumbed the nipple

“Are they sensitive?” he asked softly, his breath ghosting over one pert, rosy nipple.

“Y—Yea.” Potter stuttered out. His hands fluttered at his sides, uncertain of whether to push Malfoy off or not. A spike of arousal pulsed through him at Draco’s ministrations, and he slapped Draco’s hand off.

“That’s enough. Don’t be a fucking perv.” Harry grunted as he buttoned up his blouse and wobbled awkwardly out of the room, clearly having difficulty with the green and silver pumps Draco had picked out for him.

Malfoy shook his head slowly and stared after his nemesis. Thank God for loose robes. he exhaled, unsure of what just happened. His lips briefly tilted up as he remembered Harry’s stutter and erratic breathing. “Perhaps there is more to you than I thought Potter, after all, I’m still a male, and I don’t remember the potion having that side effect” he mused out loud before following the other boy out of the room.

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Meanwhile, Snape was scowling ferociously into his porridge. About an hour ago, he had started to hear thoughts that were not his own, including the highly suspicious “Oh God why is Malfoy touching me? And Why does it feel GOOD?” and “This can’t be happening” repeated several times over. Neither of the boys were at breakfast yet, and that in itself was unusual considering how Potter liked to gorge himself on eggs and toast. No, something was definitely amiss. He tried to listen in closer, but random, scattered thoughts blocked out anything that remotely made sense.

A sudden explosion of silence enveloped the great hall and the Potion’s master snapped his eyes up, wary of anything that caused such a reaction. There, in the entrance way, stood a girl—clad in his own house colors, no less-- who remarkably resembled Harry Potter.

His eyes darted to the side, where he noticed Draco slipping between Crabbe and Goyle at the slytherin table. The slytherine females eyed her with distaste and laughs, while the males gapped at her, and at malfoy who nodded with a smirk. The girl’s heels clacked loudly as she stumbled towards the Gryffindor table—clearly unused to walking in them. Loud chatter started flying from every table as soon as they realized what they just saw. Harry Potter? A woman?

To his left, Severus noticed Dumbledore standing up and clearing his throat. At the raise of his hands, the chatter dialed down to the occasional hissed whisper.

“Masters and Mistresses of Hogwarts, I assure you nothing is amiss” The old man’s eyes twinkled madly. “Young mister Potter has taken a loss for his house in a friendly inter-house snowball match between Slytherin. Mister Malfoy informs me that this harmless prank was what the slytherins decided to ah, punish, the loser with. He also asks me that you please call Harry by “Harriet” for the next twelve hours. If any other houses would like to set up tournaments, Minerva would love to chaperone and oversee the proper protecal for such things. Thank you!” He sat down and ignored Minerva’s indignant sputter, instead heaping a large portion of eggs onto his plate. Harry sat looking slack jawed at the headmaster, while the slytherines laughed gleefully.

“I think it’s good that they are getting along so well, don’t you, Severus? Harry—Ah, Harriet, looks rather charming in your house colors, doesn’t she? Really brings out her eyes.” Hooch guffawed, slapping the stony man on the back.

“My gryffindors will win next time, I assure you!” Minerva huffed to a sympathetic looking Sprout.

“You little idiot” Snaped seethed inside his mind while he harshly stabbed at his eggs. “You dare besmirch my house colors with this latest prank? You disgust me.”

Harry banged his head against the table, and ignored the stares and occasional catcalls from his housemates.

“Nice knockers, Har!” Ron grinned wolfishly, prodding one of Harry’s new assets with his fork.

“Stop it Ron, you misogynistic prick!” Hermione fumed, grabbing the fork out of the ginger’s hand. “No wonder you can’t get a girlfriend!”

“Aw, Herm, Harry’s a guy. He’d be doing the same thing.”

Hermione shook her head and put an arm around the moping boy. “It’s alright, being a girl is fun!” She was actually rather excited about the whole thing. She had very few friends who were the same gender as her and to be honest, it was a little refreshing to not be the only girl in the Golden Trio.

“Fuck off, Snape” Harry thought miserably, “It’s your goddamn favorite who put me in this outfit, I had nothing to do with it.”

“He put you in it? Did he force you?” Snape was actually slightly worried, remembering some of Harry’s earlier thoughts.

“What? No, you’re insane!” Harry’s “voice” if that’s what you could call it, seemed slightly panicky, and Snape pressed.

“Then why did you decide to entertain me with your asinine thoughts earlier this morning?”

“You could hear me?” Harry was startled—he hadn’t been able to hear his professor since the detention.

“You were at a heightened state of emotion and practically screaming mentally. Of course I could hear you. I am not deaf, mentally or otherwise, you fool.”

“So emotions affect the telepathy?” Harry was unhappy, he was a teenager—it wasn’t his fault that his emotions stampeded around like a herd of Blast-Ended Screwts.

“So it would seem. I do so look forward to you and your adolescent thoughts rampaging through my mind whenever you feel like it, as we both know you can control yourself about as well as a horny hippogriff.”

Harry choked on the piece of toast he had been nibbling and Ron thumped his back while expressing his concern. Harry quickly crossed his arms over his voluptuous chest again, Ron’s attention had them bouncing awkwardly. Harry thanked him and waved him off. While the green eyed boy-who-grew-a-pair-of-melons fumed with embarrassment over the predicament, he didn’t notice how Ron’s hand and eyes lingered a bit longer than necessary on his new form. Hermione’s sharp eyes, however, caught the lack of movement and narrowed dangerously. Abruptly she jumped up and left the table, but not before “accidently” spilling some pumpkin juice on Ron’s robes.

“Oy!” Ron yelled, shaking his fist after her. “Wonder what has her so worked up, eh mate?”

“Merlin’s Balls! Snape just…Merlin!”

“Thought you were the only one in existence to make that alliteration did you? Of course, someone as conceited as you would think something like that, I’m sure.” Snape got up from the table, his appetite gone, and strode from the room.

Harry sighed in relief as he felt their connection dwindle before becoming nonexistent one more.

“Mate?” Ron waved a hand in front of Harry’s face—who blinked and stared at Ron in surprise.

“Er, yea.” Harry said slowly, as if he were in a fog.

Ron stared at him before grimacing. “Wearing that skirt must be bad for your brain. Explains why the girls here are all so loony.” He threw an arm around Harry’s shoulder. “Ready for our first class? Transfiguration with the slimies” he gathered up Harry’s books with his as he got up.

“What are you doing?” the green-eyed teen blinked owlishly at Ron, confused.

“Well, if you are a girl for the day, might as well treat you nice, eh mate?” Ron offered a lopsided grin, but it didn’t seem to meet his eyes.

Harry shrugged, unsure why his friend was going along with the joke, but he secretly was glad. All the extra weight from his chest was really throwing off his already unsteady balance from the heels and the and the books wouldn’t have helped.

“You ready?” Harry asked and cautiously walked towards the hallway. Ron followed, eyeing his friend’s rather pert ass as he made his way slowly towards the door.

What about you Potter, are you ready? Draco thought as his silver eyes followed the pair out of the hall.
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