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Sonia and the Diary	By : unwarrented Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The next few days were busy with the starting of school; classes had yet to become difficult (not that they were ever that difficult for Sonia), but students were getting reacquainted and meeting for drinks nearly every night. In the blur she nearly forgot about Myrtle and the diary. That Friday she went out with Oliver, a few of his Quidditch buddies and their girlfriends, and they drank late into the night. They were arguing about the use of performance-enhancing potions in professional Quidditch, which didn't interest her in the least, but somebody shouted "yeah, then the next year you'll have the Cannons with Galvin Gudgeon fuckin' polyjuiced as Viktor Krum!", a phrase which rang in her drunken mind.
"Hey, Oliver," she said, pulling his ear toward her mouth. "Have you ever thought about polyjuicing as a girl and getting fucked by a guy?"
He turned to her and smirked, his face a bit red, though from drunkenness or embarrassment she couldn't tell. "That'd be pretty gay," he said. "But I won't say I haven't thought about it."
Sonia raised an eyebrow, eyes glinting, and surveyed the table, deciding who'd be the most scandalous man to suggest Oliver fuck, but he caught her off guard. "Let's do it as each other," he said.
She grinned. "Are you serious?"
Oliver paused, hesitant to commit to such a mind-fucking fuck. "I don't even know where to get polyjuice potion," he said slowly.
"Leave it to me, hon," she replied.
Later that night, Sonia was back in her dormitory (she'd briefly gone to Oliver's, but he had been too drunk to get an erection, and he'd passed out almost immediately), rifling through her things looking for a sticky note on which to remind herself to get some polyjuice, and she found the diary. Still quite drunk and feeling horny, she grabbed it and hopped onto her bed.
Psst. You awake? she wrote on the last page, and snorted at how funny she was to write such a thing to a sentient book. She removed her robes and unbuttoned her jeans, then looked for an answer.
Always.
Have you ever polyjuiced as a woman and fucked a dude? she asked.
Please keep your writing within the lines. he replied.
She tried this, but her vision was too blurry and she failed. No it makes me nauseous. Deal with it she scrawled.
Hmm. If you're really as drunk as you're acting, I suppose I could tell you this story. In the morning you won't believe your memories anyway.
Sonia squealed giddily. Tell meeee she wrote, writing the first few e's separately then giving up and scribbling the rest as a long spiral.
Tom started to write, but before Sonia could get an idea of what he was saying, the words disappeared. In their place appeared: You have to do something for me first. Rub your cunt on the page. I want to taste you.
Without thinking Sonia replied. ok but draw your facee
One seventh of Tom Riddle shuddered, a strange sensation for a fraction of a bodiless man, but nonetheless one he relished. It had been a long time (years? decades?) since he had felt such a rush. He cleared the open pages of the diary and began to draw.
As Sonia watched, the face of a man took form, sideways across the two open pages. A faint outline appeared first, showing a sharp jawline and flattened forehead which was then covered by a mess of wavy black hair. Eyes appeared above a thin nose and slightly-open mouth. The entire thing became more sharply defined, revealing an unshaven handsome man of maybe 25, wearing an expression of lust and determination. Sonia felt herself become wet as she stared into the eyes, which seemed to bore into hers, before moving down (or was it her imagination?) to look at her body. She slid her jeans off along with her panties, and licked her lips without meaning to. The eyes in the book seemed to smile at this, and she wondered for a moment whether or not they could see. She didn't think about this, instead grabbing the book and pressing it against her pussy.
The dry pages were rough against her soft skin, and she felt them sticking to her absorbently. The edges rubbed against her thighs and she worried that she might get a papercut. As drunk as she was, there was no pleasure in this, so she pulled the book away.
She looked at the face, its sharp lines now smudged, front teeth biting its bottom lip wantonly (that couldn't be her imagination, she thought), wet eyes sad and smiling. She could faintly see the lines on the following pages through the wet paper. Before her eyes, they faded away and the smudged ink undrew itself. She brushed her fingers over the now-blank sheets. They were perfectly dry.
The words Thank you. appeared in the top left of the page.
so tell me yor story
Very well. I'm not terribly proud of this, but I'll tell it nonetheless, since you were so kind to me. This happened a few days after I'd met Myrtle. We were becoming good friends. My ... interpersonal skills gave us access to a lot of ingredients, some of which were unknown even to professors, and her potions mastery was unlike any other. Together we were like kids in a candy shop. She had given me large stores of raw polyjuice, which my plan was to use to obtain more potion-making secrets. She was still chasing this Flamel idea, which I didn't have a clear idea of at the time, and was quite excited by this plan. I was excited to have a potions master as an ally. I knew we would become extremely powerful together.
Anyway, the most well-connected wizard I knew was Horace Slughorn, a professor at Hogwarts who would hold secret meetings with his favorite students every so often. I had an idea that he knew something about death-related magic, and might have some useful information related to the Flamel book. Maybe he'd even know of an English translation so I wouldn't have to keep getting everything through Myrtle. However I'd pressed him on similar things before and he always seemed to be holding back. I'd seen him making eyes at some Danish girl in his group, Andi something, and decided I'd try to get answers while polyjuiced as her.
She was a Ravenclaw, and I had excuse to be in the girls' dorms through Myrtle, so I had little trouble stealing a small hair of hers. I finished the potion and drank it in the girls' bathroom nearest Slughorn's office around 8. This was the first time I'd polyjuiced into a woman and wasn't sure what to expect. It was bizarre. My head and chest became heavier as my hair and breasts grew; my nipples widened and strained against my shirt, and I realized in embarassment that I'd forgotten to steal a bra, and also to my embarassment I found this turning me on; my balls shrank and pulled into the hole which led into my scrotum, which was unlike anything I'd ever experienced; my cock, which was hardening at the sensations in my breasts, shrunk untilonly the head was left, which was maybe the size of a pencil head; my sack shriveled and split painlessly into a labia. My prostate disappeared, along with an erotic feeling I hadn't even noticed was there, and was replaced by a similar one around the walls of my new vagina. It gave the bizarre sensation that my sexual center had been moved forward by a few inches, and I felt extremely self-conscious.
Fortunately my robes covered my new body, hiding the fact that I was unsure how to operate it. I walked around the hallways for a few minutes until I was used to being six inches shorter and able to walk with my legs close together. Walking this way made my ass rotate sensually, and I almost wished it were earlier in the day so that the boys could check me out.
I took a deep breath and opened the door to Slughorn's office.
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