It's Never Two-Sided

Chapter Warnings: Gender Bending (Polyjuice Potion), mention of D/s, SoloM, mention of abuse

AN: I was going to leave this until Tuesday, but as I'm going to be moving into my dorm in two days and classes start on Monday, I'm keeping ahead of myself so as not to keep you waiting to long (that and I actually got reviews. You guys made me squee and bounce down the hall. No, really.)

Please note: I do have a pad of chapters, so they should keep coming at a regular rate (I was going to try for once a week, but if the masses clamor...)
I do not have a beta. I'm confident in my grammar and writing skills, but if someone really wants to, or to brit-pick, I'll consider it. I do this mostly for myself, but as I'm actually posting, I figure I can show you guys some consideration.

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Chapter One: One Thing Leads to Another


Halle definitely needed to do things like this more often, she decided once she'd taken the first dose. Malfoy was taller than her, not as much as Ron, but a good three centimetres or so. It took a moment to get used to the floor being further away, but she got the hang of it pretty quickly. The other thing that was odd, aside from her lack of need for glasses, was her lack of chest. She didn't have too much of one in the first place, being athletic during school and starved out of it, but having nothing was more than a little disconcerting. She'd worked hard for those, dammit! She took a few minutes to convince herself that they were in fact coming back, once the potion wore off. And if they didn't, she'd convince Hermione to help her grow them back, one way or another. Then it hit her.

She was a guy.

Not just a bony, curveless girl dressed like a guy, which she was most of the time, since all she got from the Dursleys were Dudley's cast-offs, and he sure wasn't into wearing dresses. Not that she could tell, but while that pile of porn magazines he'd hidden then forgotten in her room were kinky, they were geared toward the firmly heterosexual male. Even the one with the Dominatrices, which was by far the kinkiest. Reading the stories in that one had compelled her to look up and study male anatomy very closely on her cousin's new high-speed broadband DSL computer while the Dursleys were at the movies. She'd learned that many things on men were sensitive, not just their penis and balls, according to Wikipedia, and several other distinct sources, which were very thorough. She'd made sure to delete the history afterward, and found it already almost empty. Which was suspicious, considering the amount of time he spent on the machine.

Halle smirked as she opened the wardrobe in her room to see herself—Malfoy's self in the full-length mirror. It surprised her how naturally that came. It must be something to do with the facial structure. She began saying things to herself, trying to pin down the blond's aristocratic accent, then trying other, more outrageous ones, just to hear them in his voice.

“Hey, li'l baby,” she drawled in her best Elvis Presley accent. It sounded so ridiculous that she laughed outright, only to stop and stare at what exactly a genuine smile looked like on Malfoy's face, just as her ears were still savouring the sound of real, untainted laughter sounded like in Malfoy's voice. It was... well, beautiful. She stared at herself in the mirror for a few moments, then began stripping slowly.

By the time she was naked, she was hard and had come to an intimate understanding of some of the boy's complaints about 'flighty girls' in the showers after Quidditch. Not that she was there with them, but the showers were across from each other, and the boys hadn't figured out that they were connected for better air circulation. Not that the girls told them.

She touched the hard shaft, and it jumped. She almost did, too. It was so... different. It was heavy. It was hard, but also a little squishy, sorta—ouch!

She hissed a curse as she returned to a firm, but decidedly gentler exploration. After awhile she decided to branch out, fondling the balls and blushing as a moan escaped from her lips. Reaching further back, she caressed the hole, which tensed and then relaxed, while her other hand traveled higher, rubbing and squeezing the nipples there, which were delightfully responsive. She continued to explore and experiment, doing her best to recall everything she'd read, although, as there was no good lubrication on hand, she left the inside of the anus for another time. What she had was plenty enough, anyway, and before long she found herself pinching her right nipple and pulling and squeezing her cock just so—OH!

She felt as though she was expending all her energy in a voiceless, wandless patronus. It was almost too much; and as she let herself fall against the bed, she found that her prick was very sensitive after orgasm.

~*~

She lay on her bed, wondering how many times she could do that before the potion wore off. From what she'd read and how she felt, it wouldn't be many. She noticed the smell after only a few minutes. It was definitely male, but it lacked the rugged quality that Ron and the other Weasleys had after a Quidditch match or practice. It was smoother, and much more pleasant to Halle's senses. After a few minutes, Halle started to feel the sweat and semen that had landed on her cool and become uncomfortable, and decided a bath was in order.

Standing back up, she snaked her way through the ajar door and turned on the hot water. She hoped that if her hair was clean and combed before she changed back, it would stay that way afterwards. Malfoy's hair, even mussed as it currently was, would be much easier to tame than her own.

The water felt odd, rushing down her new body, taking different routes than she expected. Her back was doubly so, but she just put that down to not being able to see it.

After the shower and having washed her hair, Halle toweled off using one of the decent-smelling towels already in the hamper. Aunt Petunia would count the clean ones when she got home, and for once laundry wasn't on the list of things Halle was assigned to do.

After she'd gone back into her room, slipped on the t-shirt and sweat pants she used for pajamas, disregarding underwear as it felt odd on her new bits, slipped back out, put her trunk away, locked the cupboard back up, trucked a few textbooks and schoolwork utensils up, she was quite thoroughly tired, and grumpily went back downstairs to the kitchen for some cooking oil to use on the hinges. It was only once she'd gotten back that she remembered the original reason for her... experimentation. Glancing at the clock, she saw she still had fifteen minutes left. Stripping again, she examined the body closely. There were no real defects as far as she could see. The toes were a little long, but then so were his fingers. She supposed they were elegant. Whatever. Malfoy was also practically hairless, and what body hair he did have was so fine and fair as to be almost invisible. Looking down, she found that, even down there, he had less hair than she! It was completely unfair! Just for that, Halle struck an overly suggestive pose as she looked over her shoulder into the mirror, then froze in horror.

...well. That certainly was something; although Halle had a feeling she wouldn't be using it against Malfoy. She hadn't been cruel enough to inflict true pain on the bitch that'd killed her Godfather, she couldn't hold this against Malfoy.

After all, righteous prat though he was, she highly doubted he'd really deserved a back full of beating scars.