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What It's Like to Be a Girl	By : lux Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 19503 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: What It's Like to Be a Girl

Author: Lux (quietlygorgeous@hotmail.com)

Feedback: not needed but greatly appreciated

Rating: R

Pairing: SS/HP; mild DM/HP

Summary: Harry has to spend a day in Hermione's school uniform

Archive: falling to pieces; anyone else just ask

Warnings: slight non-con, kink, abuse of satin panties, angst, humor

Disclaimer: The devil made me do it! I'm going to hell and I'm taking you all with me. Muhahaha. Seriously though, I own nothing and hell doesn't exist

Author's Note: I got this idea from one of KC's MSTs. One line about schoolgirl uniforms and it blossomed into a drabble and KC insisted I write more. So I did. Around page 9, it switches a little and Severus changes to Snape and then back again. It's the transition between Snape the Professor and Severus, Harry's Shag bunny. Thanks to KC for RPing with me and for indulging my HPS fascination and for just being her.
What It's Like to Be a Girl
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It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Then again, when you play Truth or Dare with Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, everything seems like a good idea until you actually have to do it.
Harry sighed and stared down at his plate. The catcalls and whistles had ruined his appetite when he'd entered the Great Hall that morning. He felt naked and exposed in a set of Hermione's school clothes. He could picture the Daily Prophet front page very clearly: The-Boy-Who-Lived: Closet Transsexual?
He wished one of the teachers would tell him to stop being indecent and give him the opportunity to change into his regular uniform. He knew the skirt was obscenely short and barely covered anything. Hermione had offered to conjure up some fake breasts so he could really carry out the part. Harry had glared at her until she backed down. It was bad enough that Dean had insisted that he wear a pair of red satin panties with gold trim. Harry didn't ask where he had found them.
He shifted uncomfortably on the bench at the Gryffindor breakfast table and gasped softly as the satin panties rubbing cleanly against his penis. He looked around to make sure no one had heard him and shifted again. A spark of pleasure burned in his loins. It was the most electrifying experience he'd ever had except for Severus Snape's hand down his pants. Severus!
Harry looked towards the head table andrly rly came in his little pair of satin panties. The look his lover had bestowed on him was something out of one of Harry's more explicit fantasies. His black eyes were blazing a sof fif fire that caused Harry to ache and want and need. Harry bit his lip and tried to will his erection away but a slight shift of his hips and he gasped again. Damn those panties! He had never been so glad for classes to start just so he could get away from the smoldering gaze from the head table. All he wanted was to sit in Severus' lap and grind against him. Harry wondered if the panties were starting to affect more than just his penis.
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All through Care of Magical Creatures, Harry could feel a pair of eyes on him. He wasn't sure whom they belonged to but the gaze was burning two delicate holes in the back of his robes. It was one more discomfort that was not welcome. Every nerve of Harry's body was tingly and taut from the insanely erotic sensation of satin caressing his crotch. Every twist and turn caused the slick material to rub against him. Harry was sure that he would be a quivering mass by the end of the day.
There was a fifteen-minute break between Care of Magical Creatures and Defense Against the Dark Arts. It left Harry plenty of time to get from Hagrid's hut to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom but also for him to walk as slowly as possible. The satin panties were acting like tiny fingers and he feared that if he walked too quickly those tiny fingeouldould become a very firm fist. Being in Hermione's uniform was embarrassing enough without the possibility of coming in those tiny satin panties. The mere thought left him red cheeked and panting.
He was taking deep breaths and was nearly to the classroom when he was grabbed and pulled into a dark corridor. The lean body of Draco Malfoy pressed up against him. "Hello, Potter."
Harry scowled. "Malfoy."
Draco smiled, a gleam in his eye that had always made Harreasyeasy, and caressed him through the short pleated skirt. "Never thought you would look so good in a skirt."
Harry's eyes nearly rolled back into his head. He was finally being touched but by the wrong person! He silently willed his hips not to buck into the touch that he craved and continued to scowl at Draco. "Take your hands off me." But there was nothing else Harry could do in his lust-fogged brain as Drpinnpinned Harry's wrists above his head leaving him completely immobile from the waist up. Harry mewled his protests as Draco's hand slid inside the satin panties and curled around his erection.
Draco smiled when Harry moaned and began to plunder Harry's neck with his lips. Harry bit his own lip firmly to keep all other sounds inside his quivering body including the sob that was clawing to get out. He wanted to cry for help but all that would come out was another moan. Over Draco's shoulder he saw what he feared most: Severus was leaning against the opposite wall looking ready to kill. Harry tried to plead with his eyes but Severus wasn't looking at him.
"Mr. Malfoy." All ministrations of Harry's body stopped. He wasn't sure if he wanted to cry with relief or cry for the aching in his groin. "Are you so desperate that you have to resort to rape?" One thing was for sure, Harry had never been so happy to hear Severus' voice.
Draco let go of Harry's body immediately and moved to the other side of the corridor. "S-Sorry sir. Just a little bit of fun is all."
"Fun?" Draco nodded. "Tell me, Mr. Malfoy, does 250 points from Slytherin sound 'fun' to you?"
Draco sputtered. "But Sir!"
"Get outmy smy sight before I string you up by your intestines. And if I ever see you touch anyone ever again in this manner, I will make sure you're expelled in the most humiliating way possible." Harry had never seen anyone move that quickly save Neville Longbottom.
He leaned against the wall and tried to catch his breath. His erection was more painful than ever and thanks to Draco's little interlude Harry no longer had time to relieve himself in the bathroom before class. He felt hot angry tears prickling around his eyes as the ghost of Draco's hands still lingered on his body. He'd never felt so weak and helpless in all his life than in those few brief minutes that had seemed to last forever. He briefly wondered what happened to the Draco he had dated not too many months before.
"Are you alright, Mr. Potter?"
Oh fine time to play teacher, Harry thought bitterly but focused on the intense gaze. He wanted Severus to hold him and make the ghostly hands go away. "Fine," he ground out, tried to keep his voice from wavering and showing just how close to breaking he really was.
"Then 10 points from Gryffindor feingeing late to class." Severus leaned closer and tenderly stroked his cheek. "And 25 points to Gryffindor for being so sexy that I could swallow you whole right here." He was gone before Harry figured out whether he should moan or cry. He settled on something that sounded like a choked sob.
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Defense Against the Dark Arts was miserable. Harry's face was flushed and he was sure he looked as bad as he felt. Hermione kept throwing sympathetic glances at him and Harry vowed to never call her a know-it-all ever again. Ron, on the other hand, was having as much fun as Seamus and Dean. They kept taunting Harry, asking if they could carry his books for him and openly checking out his ass. He was sure they would snap his bra if he had one. He heard Lavender shriek as Dean did just that. As he watched Lavender tearfully rub her abused spine, Harry realized just how much he despised boys.
At the end of class, Dean had tall all to rd Had Harry that he had to use the women's lavatory as part of the dare. Harry had never wanted so badly to kill someone who wasn't a Dark Lord. Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him into the restroom before he lost his temper. She took him into one of the stalls and set him down on the toilet. "Are you alright?"
"No." He felt like he was going to be violently sick. His head was spinning and his hands were shaking.
Hermione stroked his hair away from his forehead. "It's just a dare, Harry. It doesn't mean anything."
"He...in the corridor." He swallowed around the bile edging up his throat along with the anger and flicker of shame. "This isn't a dare anymore," he said through gritted teeth. Hermione couldn't even pretend to understand what Harry meant. She just continued to stroke his hair from his face. "How do you do this everyday?" He finally asked. "How do you go through the day with boys snapping your bra and feeling you up in corridors and not being able to do anything?"
Hermione gave him a look akin to pity. "You get used to it."
"But you shouldn't have to!"

She shrugged. "Forget it, Harry." She helped him up and he growled. "Are you okay?"
"It's this stupid satin underwear! Can you wait outside for a minute?" Hermione stared at him before nodding and exiting the lavatory all together. Harry locked the door and quickly stroked himself to climax. He felt better than he had all day and debated on leaving the panties off but going commando in a skirt left way too little to the imagination. Besides, he was starting to like them even if they did drive him nuts. "Now that's something none of them have done." Harry smiled triumphantly when he emerged from the bathroom.
"What's that?"
"Masturbated in the girls bathroom." Hermione blanched.
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"Harriet, darling! Can I carry your books, love?" Seamus cooed as Harry sat between Hermione and Ron.
"Fucking arsehole," Harry grumbled under his breath and began picking at his food in silent anger. It was quickly becoming too much for him to take as he listened to them make cracks. He concentrated on the fact that he would be able to see Severus tonight. Some of the anger flittered away as he thought of sitting with Severus by the hearth...
"Ooh he looks angry," Dean tsked.
...Severus kissing him...
Seamus crowed. "Maybe it's PMS!"
...Fucking Severus into next week...
"We should check to make sure he's still a guy." And Ron did the stupidest thing he could've done at that moment. He attempted to lift Harry's skirt.
"That's enough!" Harry yelled and slammed down his cutlery. Ron, Seamus, and Dean stared at him with mouths hanging open. They had never encountered this reaction before. The Great Hall was silent.
Ron regained his senses slightly sooner than the others. "Harry, what-"
"No! You're all going to sit there, shut up and LISTEN to me!" He glared as fiercely as he could and ignored the fact that he was wearing a skirt and satin panties and concentrated on his anger. "The way you've been treating me today is disgusting! Ever since I put on this skirt, it's been one humiliation after another!
"You don't have any RIGHT to treat anyone like you treated me today! And you treat real girls worse than this! Just-" to his immense shame, he felt tears of frustration coming. He grabbed his books and shoved them in his bags. "You DISGUST me!"
He turned around to walk away, but Dean grabbed his arm. "Harry, we were just jok-"
"Fuck OFF, Dean!" And then he stormed out of the Great Hall as quickly as he could.
Seamus turned towards his plate and swallowed. "Must be PMS." The other two boys nodded. Parvati scooped mashed potatoes onto her spoon. They hit Seamus on the headhead.
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Harry sat in the crotch of an old tree that was at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Its blossoms were fat and pink and created a false blanket so no one could see him. He sat and cried out the rest of his anger and frustration. He sniffled and wiped his glasses on his robes. He couldn't get warm with the absence of pants. Didn't the girls freeze in their skirts? Is that why the socks were so high? Harry couldn't understand it.
He pulled his robes tighter around his legs and pulled them to his chest. All he wanted was to find Severus and curl up in his arms but there was still Transfiguration and Potions left; two more classes to suffer through with the rest of the boys. Harry sniffled again and wished he had some thing that belonged to Severus to clutch. Today just kept getting worse and worse.
"There yeh go, Fang." Harry stopped breathing. "How d' yeh s'pose Harry's doin'? Mus' be tough goin' through the day dressed like a girl." Harry watched as Hagrid walked right under his tree. He knew he should've gone farther from Hagrid's hut. "He really shouldn' miss class, though, should yeh, Harry?" Hagrid looked up and smiled at him but kept talking like Harry wasn't even there.
"He ha' a right ta say what he did at lunch today. Those boys really deserved ta hear it. But-" Hagrid stooped down to pet Fang. "-the girls should've been the ones ta say it. They have to put up with it every day an' I don't think this will help much. Tomorrow Harry can go back to bein' a boy an' all o' this will be forgotten. But I wonder if he'll change. I'm sure he never did any of the rotten things that Seamus, Dean, and Ron do but I don' think he did anythin' ta stop it, either. And tha' can be worse than doin' the deed." Harry's mouth opened and closed. Hagrid smiled and called for . ". "I have ta go prepare fer class." And walked away.
Harry stared after him completely dumb-founded. What would happen tomorrow? He slid out of the tree and briskly walked towards the castle. He couldn't - wouldn't - be late for class.
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Hermione was waiting for him outside of the Transfiguration classroom. She grabbed him into a fierce hug. "Are you okay? Where have you been?"
He nodded. "I went for a walk."
She kissed his cheek. "Come on, we'll be late."
"Wait." He chewed the inside of his cheek. "I just. I'm sorry for all the things Seamus, Dean, and Ron have done to you."
Her smile faded a little bit. "But you didn't do anything."
Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Exactly. I didn't stop them from hurting you and I'm sorry." He stared down at his feet and noticed that one of his socks had fallen. He bent down and pulled it back up. A passing Ravenclaw soundly smacked him on the ass. Harry straightened up and stepped on the end of the Ravenclaw's robes. "Excuse me."
The Ravenclaw looked surprised when he couldn't move any farther. "What are you doing?"
The chuckle Harry let out was low and malicious. "What am I doing? I'm asking you what the fuck you were thinking when you hit me on the arse?" The boy shrugged. Harry stared at him before he slammed the other boy against the wall. He winced. "Let's try this again, shall we? Why did you hit me at all?"
"I thought you were a girl."
Harry almost punched him but Hermione grabbed his arm. "Harry, don't. We're going to be late for class."
He shook her off. "Just because I'm dressed like a girl or she is-" Harry pointed to Hermione. "-doesn't give you the right to hit me or her. We are NOT here for you to put your grubby hands on."
The Ravenclaw smiled viciously. "We've all been wondering why you're dressed like that, Harry. Do you enjoy it? Everyone knows you're a fag-" Harry punched him across the jaw. The slippery pop was strangely satisfying.
The astonished and disgusted voice of Professor McGonagall wasn't far behind. "Potter!"
Harry turned to face her. "Professor."
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
Harry looked down at the now crumpled, moaning lump. He shrugged. "Whoops."
McGonagall's lips twitched. Harry hoped she was trying not to smile. "Finnigan, please escort Mr. Tompkins-" she pointed to the fallen Ravenclaw. "-to the infirmary. 40 points from Gryffindor, Potter, and detention. You may rejoin the class once your temper is in check." She closed the door with a bang.
Harry leaned against the wall and tried not to cry. Detention. Detention meant no time with Severus tonight. His breath was coming in quick, shallow pants. Don't panic, Harry, don't panic. Everything will be fine. You can see him some other time. Some other... He slid down to the floor and pulled his legs tost ast and hid his face. He was horny, humiliated, and now he had detention all because of Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan and their stupid sense of humor. He wished someone else would come by and make some snide comment just so he could beat the snot out of them. He already had detention, why not really make it worth it?
"Harry?"
He scowled. "What do you want, Seamus?"
Seamus slid down a few inches away from Harry. "I want to apologize."
Harry snorted. "Good for you. Now go away." Yes, Go away. I want to wallow by myself.
"I didn't-we didn't mean to make you so angry." Seamus played with the hem of his robes. "It was just a joke. You know how we are."
"I know exactly how you are." And that isn't a compliment.
Seamus scooted a little closer. "Harry?"
"What?" His anger was reaching a plateau again.
"What else happened today? We only did so much.."
Harry tensed and fought the urge to run away; his throat closed up. "Don't."
Seamus conceded. "Okay. I won't. I am sorry, though. Harry." Harry just nodded and pulled his legs closer. "This'll make you laugh. I heard some Hufflepuffs talking. Some of the girls want to get their boyfriends to dress up, too. Said it was sexy."
Harry just stared into the blackness of his robes. "Apparently the humor is lost on me." Because those boyfriends can go back to their dorms at the end of the day and shag their girlfriends senseless. I have detention and it'll be another week until I can see Sev and now I really need him. How come he's never here when I need him? But that wasn't quite true, he had been there in the corridor. Harry's shoulders began to shake violently. He wanted Severus. He needed Severus to get rid of this aching shame that was blooming inside his stomach. Draco Malfoy had turned him on. It was that stupid pair of satin panties and it was ruining his life. Harry didn't want to be a girl anymore.
Seamus watched as Harry's shoulders shook. He pressed again. "What happened, Harry? I know it wasn't just us."
"You should get to class."
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