Harry...er...ette

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QueenBoadicea – You’re right it was a little rushed, I was procrastinating at the time. I tried to be a little more careful with grammar etc. in this chapter, glad you liked it and I hope you find this chapter a little better 

Harry felt as if he’d been attacked by a herd of Hippogriffs then dropped from a great height into something sharp and angry. He woke up with a groan as someone gently slapped his cheek. Every pore seemed to be gaping wide open and his skin felt a million times more sensitive than before, a feeling not helped by someone dumping freezing cold water on his face. Harry spluttered and sat up, angrily pulling his glasses free to wipe the droplets off. He coughed some more and jammed the glasses onto his face, ready to start yelling. He opened his mouth, but the shocked look on Ron’s face made him feel unsettled and queasy.
“What?” Harry gave a surprised shriek at the sound of his voice. A shriek? Since when did he shriek, and for that matter, since when did he have a smooth, high voice. The feeling of uneasiness increased and Ron, trying to hide his scared expression, pulled him up gently.
“Mate, you might want to prepare yourself and then look in the mirror.” Oh shit. Harry sighed and glanced down at the bracelet, he really should start learning to be more careful with mysterious magical items. He took a deep breath and stood in front of the full length mirror.
“Fuck…” The curse word sounded odd and crass in his pretty new voice and Harry experimentally moved an arm, just to make sure it was him.
“That’s what I was thinking.” Ron shifted uncomfortably as Harry began examining his body. He still had black hair, but it was long and slightly curly now. It felt nice running his fingers through it and he couldn’t help imagining Cho’s hair. His face was still almost the same, the eyes a little larger, and the eyelashes a little longer. He hesitantly touched his nose which was slightly smaller and more delicate, and ran his fingers across his plumper lips. The sensations were amazing; he wondered how girls lived normally with their skin reacting to the slightest brush or stroke. Harry glanced down at his body and was pretty impressed with himself, he made a nice girl. He slid a hand inside his T-shirt, now baggy and hanging at mid-thigh, his jaw dropped as a soft breast filled his hand.
“Woah, mate, that’s enough exploration for now. I’m going to go get Hermione, see if you can get that bracelet off, hopefully it’ll change you right back.” Harry turned and smiled at his best friend, wondering why he suddenly felt a little mischievous.
“Sure, thanks Ron.” Ron’s ears turned pink and he hurried out the door, shaking his head.
“Blimey that’s creepy.” He muttered as he left. Harry turned back to the mirror and peeked curiously inside his pants. His boxers felt odd against his skin, and he’d just begun exploring beyond the soft, curly hair at his crotch when Hermione came in.
“Oh my god, I thought Ron was playing a trick on me. What the hell have you done to yourself Harry?” Harry smiled up at her innocently.
“Nothing.” He loved the different expressions he could twist his face into and tried a seductive one.
“Stop messing around and let me look at that bracelet.” Hermione jerked his arm towards her and Harry realised sulkily why girls didn’t like her much.
“Does it look like it’ll come off easily?” Ron was keeping his distance, clearly still a little freaked out.
“I don’t know, I don’t want to try anything too complex in case it backfires,” Hermione murmured a few spells under her breath to no avail, “Harry, I’m going to have to do some reading to see if I can find anything. If that doesn’t work we might have to take you to Dumbledore.” Harry’s stomach clenched at the thought of admitting his problem to the headmaster.
“What do I do until then?” Harry was over the initial novelty and was beginning to worry about the implications.
“Well, come with me, there’s a spare bed in my dormitory. I’ll find you some clothes to wear and teach you a few things. We’ll put out that Harry’s sick… say that he’s gone home and you can be…Harriet to keep it simple and you’re my….cousin.” Harry marvelled at Hermione’s mind and nodded.
“It’ll be too suspicious if you hang around with me too much, Harry, so might be best if we don’t spend too much time together, you know…alone.” Ron’s ears were an undignified pink and Harry thought there was another reason. He giggled and shot a knowing look at Ron, who glared back and raised his arm.
“Now, now Ron, you wouldn’t hit a girl.” Ron gritted his teeth and punched Harry’s arm.
“Bollocks to that, you’re no girl.” Harry rubbed his arm and stomped out indignantly. Hermione sighed and followed him, gesturing at Ron not to take it seriously.