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[reenka]

...I just had the most disturbing vision out of the corner of my eye, of my plushie!Harry with long wild black hair o_0 Y'know, but still with his messed-up striped t-shirt & jeans & glasses & stuff.

As flash occurred, I realized I would possibly adore girl!Harry even more than boy!Harry, in a way. In an OMG CRUSH sort of way o_0 He's just. My darling as a boy, but as a girl he's. Just. Dude. Breasts o_0 Awkwardness. Still wearing boy clothes. And blushing a lot. And still being very angry. And punching Ron for staring. And. Suddenly getting weird reactions about... boys. Which may or may not have always been there. And. Liking Ginny more. And. Omg, breasts.


Feel like the biggest perv that ever lived o_0 I know Silvia wrote it, but see. This is less about the funny (though still funny) and more about the. Y'know. Sex. And gender-bending. And Harry not being gorgeous! Just lanky & skinny & with wild hair & small breasts & still the urge to kick things. Like, he's totally the same except. Y'know. Yeah.

Girl!Harry & Hermione, ack. He'd like-- go to her for advice and-- stuff-- and-- fumbling would occur, and. It would be so awkward! And. Hot! And Ron! Poor Ron, with the staring and the being rather awkward and messed with and. Ack! And. Draco would. Be so confused. And angry. And confused. And how could he act the same way? Potter is a GIRL! It's just. Too weird. So. He just. Avoids. And wanks. And stalks, like in the shower or something. o_0

Seriously have to fight urge to write girl!Harry. Ack. Someone talk me out of this...! Please.

Wah. Okay I think I've purged it. 'Cause clearly it's not going anywhere, it's just-- ack short skirts & knobby knees...! And Draco like, fainting (and we can't forget Ron-- what with the wanting to grope Harry's breasts 'cause they're mates & that's the sort of favor one would expect), and Hermione being protective (or possessive! Harry, you must take care of yourself now that you're one of us!) and Ginny deciding she's gay (well, she is in my head) and. Omg. Everyone Wants Harry = Reena Is Ever So Lame. It's just. I can't decide who to pair her with-- I just think everyone would be confused, it's not that they all want her. It's just that... hormones are everywhere. And she wanks a lot. And possibly I could see it being H/D but mostly. Girl!Harry. Still angry. Ack. And violent! And. Getting into physical fights!! Omg. See, this is why I should be asleep now. Bad Reena, no Mary-Sue!Harry for you. *slaps own wrist*
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PS. potter_mouth can most definitely have my babies anytime, anywhere. Forget about that girl!Harry thing, I'm totally sold on the testosterone overload, I really am. CALL ME, BABY. :-*
    I mean, it's likely enough you like boys, but you being fictional & me being creative, we can work something out, non?

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genderfuck--> cross-dressing, gender-switch, etc (.....nngh)

He was still curled into a ball, hugging and hiding himself and cracking with murderous rage. Harry sat down next to him, a hand resting gently on his shaking spine, and the armchair gave under his weight, squashy and comfortable in a way Draco detested.

Draco growled and shot into a sitting position, slapping Harry’s hand away. “I’m going to kill Weasley.”

“Yes.” Harry bit his lip, and tried to make his smile sweet. “You told me so.”

“DON’T PATRONISE ME! I’M GONNA KILL YOU AS WELL !” Draco’s arms jerked forward, and the tips of his small, short-nailed fingers brushed against Harry’s throat. Draco’s impossibly huge eyes flashed with triumph and anticipation, eyelids blacker and longer than they had ever been, before something moved, painfully. The flesh over his body tugged down, and then surged upwards again, bouncing and bobbing like an unwanted, contagious appendix.

Harry’s eyes followed, hypnotised, uncaring of any upcoming strangulation. Draco’s breath stopped, his eyes followed, and with a wail, he let his arms fall and cross over his chest and went back inside his foetal shell.

“I’m going to delete Gryffindor,” he muttered. “Go away.”

“Draco…”

“Don’t! Use that voice now. If you as much as try to touch me again I’m going to eat your balls.”

Harry swallowed. He wasn’t thinking about his endangered balls, he was thinking about touching and being told off. This was not so dramatic as Draco was making it out to be. This was unexpected and shocking and he could and did understand that Draco had trouble adjusting… but Harry didn’t. He just had no trouble at all.

He wasn’t even as surprised as he should have been. That Malfoy made such a perfect girl, it didn’t surprise him. That he hadn’t mourned the loss of Malfoy cock yet, he was even less surprised.

Maybe Harry wasn’t as gay as he thought.

“I think my teeth are sharper now.”

Maybe Draco was not as much of boy as he thought.

Harry was getting another erection. Something was wrong with him today. Something other than Draco’s girl bits.

“Draco, Ron is working on the antidote right now…”

“Oh, he is WORKING. I guess I should be GRATEFUL.”

“No, but don’t kill him for real, eh? I think Hermione has already come close this morning.”

“He deserves everything she can dish out.”

“Not that I think it was unwarranted –

“I hope she’s still dabbling in Dark Arts.”

Harry snorted. “Hermione doesn’t do Dark Magic, Draco.”

“Whatever. I don’t care.” He wailed again, suddenly, the keening sort of battle roar of a defanged lion, and shuddered, he drew his legs higher into his belly. “Go away. I don’t want you close to me right now. I am all wrong. I smell all wrong.”

The smell was different, all right, though it was anything but wrong. Harry’s eyes tailed the progress of Draco’s body endings, the places where bones met and crossed and became angles, different angles than they were yesterday. Draco’s rear was still skinny, but it was round too, ripe and tender-looking. Under his trousers, no longer perfectly fitting, the form of his lover was changing with every shudder. Harry felt his mouth go dry with the urge to bite, like sinking his teeth in a tangy tartlet, new but at the same time familiar, roofed with the cream of some exotic fruit.

His head lowered slowly, that addition of flesh tantalising and yet it was still Draco, still the same, and what was that smell he called wrong? It wasn’t wrong at all, it was heady and it made Harry’s nostrils flare and he wondered if it could be distilled and kept away –

“GO AWAY!” Draco shrieked.

Harry burst to his feet.

“Right. I’ll go check on Ron’s progresses.”

“That one has not progressed since he was two. Just do me a favour and collective-suicide, and I’ll have Professor Snape end my misery.”

Even his voice was softer – softer and more pointed at the same time. Even his rage was all different. Tangy different exotic rage –

“…Checking on Ron’s progresses.”

(the rest after lunch. need porn batteries.)

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genderfuck--> cross-dressing, gender-switch, etc (.....nngh) WHEREIN HARRY IS A PERVERT

“Pervert,” Harry breathed, staring disbelievingly in his own hands. It was not just the lozenges over the Slytherin skirt, and not just the black polished Mary Janes, it was not just the frills of Pansy Parkinson’s slip, it wasn’t just the ridiculously tiny knickers (those where frilled, too). It was the clarity with which he could picture them over Draco’s new less pointy body, or over Draco’s old plain pointy one, the clarity of his repressed maliciousness when he’d gone to Parkinson telling himself he was just trying to help.

He’d had to tell her, of course; he couldn’t let Slytherin entirely in the dark concerning Draco’s whereabouts. Parkinson had laughed rather hysterically for a half ten minutes, and when she calmed down she pulled her dresser open and started throwing him stuff.

Harry had told himself he’d not gone there with precisely that end in mind, but it was not quite working. He raised the frilly knickers up to his eyes, and his cheeks burned crimson. Draco would spread his legs and there would only be that small strap of fabric to separate Harry from the folds inside. The smell, the kind of same but tangier smell, and how would these knickers look stretched over Draco’s swollen cock, how would they look smeared with precome and would Draco wank off for him –

“Pervert,” Harry told himself again, dropping the knickers back inside the bundle of clothes, and whispered his password to Lord Gryffindor the Second – Warder of the Head Boy’s Rooms. Godric Gryffindor’s disappointing pallid son eyed the garments in his arms curiously, and when Harry glared, flushed and low-rumbling, he shrugged, opening the door softly.

“You said you were a pervert, son. I can’t fault you.”

“… I didn’t steal them, if that’s what you think.”

“No need to be shy, son. I’m not that old not to remember, back in my days…”

Harry slammed the door shut with a kick. “Old pervert,” he muttered, turning over to inspect the dark inside his apartment. The furniture was glittering, squeaky-clean and orderly as it tended to be since Draco slept with him, and not an object looked out of place, not one of Harry’s possessions, not even in the shadows. Piled books inside his shelves, a basket of candies over the knitted towel, the frames of portraits aligned and tidy. It creeped Harry sometimes; most of times he was just thankful Draco knew how to make himself useful at least in some ways.

“Draco?” he called.

Silence.

Harry entered the darkness; it was pitch-black outside, and Draco had not lighted a candle. Harry found his way to the bedroom by blind memory, and dropped his charge over the four crimson posters on his bed. “Draco?” he called again, his voice curious and just slightly nervous.

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There was a gurgling, then. A soft, muffled gushing of water, and Harry’s ear stretched in the direction of the bathroom. He smiled, quickly slipping his robe off his body. After all, where would Draco go? Even if he felt the need to extreme precautions to hide his shame, where better protected would he have been than in Harry’s rooms? Draco was never going to leave his place until he was turned back, and he wasn’t going to turn back that easily. His clothes were still there, too – slightly shorter robe and slightly shorter trousers and slightly smaller shirt – and even those were going to be overseized now – thrown carelessly over the puffed chair by the window.

The smile on Harry’s face widened into a grin, then a smirk, when he felt splashing and hissing and imagined bubbles adorning Draco’s flat chest, and then adorning Draco’s ripe chest, and he got instantly hard. With a growl, he untied and threw away his shoes, and then his sockets. He left his shirt fall over the carpet, and he was only covered by the trousers of his uniforms when he opened the door to the bathroom. Trousers that fit, even too well, even too snugly, whereas Draco’s pulpy ass and Draco’s shorter legs and Draco’s… quim made his entirely pointless.

Harry was groaning and his hand was shooting to his trousers, palm pressing down over his dick, when he realised Draco had not pulled the curtains over the tub closed. It was too late when remembered the flash of clothes over the window chair – the careless heap of clothes so unlike Draco. To see Harry so hard and desperate to get off would have made Draco exultant normally, would have made him flushed and grinning wickedly and devouring at Harry’s cock already, but he was sitting in the water, now, his legs to his chest, his face between his knees, his shoulders shaking.

“Draco…” Harry murmured, and a flare of guilt so strong it burned went through his blood, made him move his hand from his crotch ashamedly and his cock whiter slightly.

“BLOODY FUCKING WANKER!” Draco yelled, his head shooting up and his hands slapping the water so hard some drops landed on Harry’s stiffening body. “I’M GOING TO TERMINATE HIS FUCKING BLOODLINE.”

(… to be continued when I get more energizer and get free of the compulsion to make Harry an old filthy man...)

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Harry's mouth opened, the closed. Draco splashed unperturbed, except for when the other took a step forward, and he had to turn around murderously. He studied Harry from head to toes, his mouth curled with distaste. He splashed him, rather vigorously, and covered Harry's indignant squeal with commanding, haugthy tones.

"So what," he asked, chin raised, "is your fucking problem, Potter?"

Harry sighed. Weaving his soaked hands around, he sighed on the tub edge, causing Draco to scuttle away and deeper in the water. "Are you going to terminate Ron's family?"

"You can fucking bet I am. Look at me!"

"I'm... looking."

"Sure you are, Potter, but as per your usual, you're too self-blinded with fear to actually see."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Draco, you've got a cunt."

"SHUT IT, SHUT IT, FUCKING SHUT IT!"

The water raised and roared like the eye of a fucking tornado, and Harry felt torn between laughing and crying. Surely Draco couldn't get whiner, no matter the gender? Harry had known plenty of girls with better self-possession, but before he could voice this thought, a push on his side made him lose his balance, and he fell gracelessly to the drenched pavement.

"WHAT THE FUCK? Are you out of your fucking mind, Malfoy?"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK?" Draco yelled, face purple and voice shrill. "I AM A FUCKING GIRL. I AM FAT. MY FAT IS HEAVY. I AM TIRED AND STINKING AND STICKY."

"... You know that your voice just broke?"

"Aaaaargh!" Malfoy's arms surged upwards and then slammed down hard on the still storming water, causing another cyclone to erupt. "Fuck you, Potter, just go fuck yourself with a Weasley broomstick, go fuck Weasley for all I care, fuck her bloody brother. This is all your fault, anyway. If you were so fucking unhappy to eat ass you could just tell me, there was no sodding need to come up with this ridiculous scheme -

Harry sat on the pavement. He made to grab Draco's wild hands but Draco shrunk away and gave him a filthy look.

"It's not a scheme," Harry said, wiping his forehead. "I had no idea about Ron's... gift, and I'm not unhappy fucking ass, Draco, are you blind? And I don't want to fuck Ginny, how many time do I have to tell you?"

"SILENCE!" Draco yelled.

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Harry's eyes flashed, but Draco raised, suddenly, water cascading down in rivulets all over the... curves... of his body. Harry's thoughts of violence flew. He'd never seen so much naked flesh. He'd never seen so many rolls, and crevices, and never saw waterdrops tracing quite those patterns down Draco's body.

Draco's upper lip lifted. "Just look at yourself, you drooling idiot. Since you've started to smell cunt, you've stopped thinking."

Harry gasped, eyes darting upwards.

"You're not even gay, you're just bloody horny." Draco stepped out of the water, cringing, and stepped around Harry without watching him.

Harry grabbed his ankle.

It was small-boned and frail.

"... That's not true. It's not the smell of cunt."

Draco kicked. When he realised Harry wasn't letting go, he got pissed again. His features hadn't changed much, just rounded around the edges and his eyes had gotten somewhat bigger, and he was still as pretty as always, and his flushed cheeks were just as hot.

"What the fuck is it, then? Weasley conconed a potion to grant your sappy greatest wish and I turned into a rabid hormonal girl!"

"You were always rabid, Malfoy."

Draco kicked again, and Harry tugged hard, so that he had to grab the lavatory to mantain his balance.

Harry ignored the sharpening in his growl, like a belly hungry rumble. "And I'm positive I've never seen Hermione acting quite this hormonal."

"What the merry hell do you know, Potter? Maybe she does with her boys."

Harry barked a chocking laughter. "Hermione doesn't have boys."

Draco's nose wrinkled, and seizing the lavatory firmly in his hands, he tried to pull away. "Keep telling yourself that. Maybe you should go try her cunt, Potter, since you're so eager to try."

"Will you stop trying to wind me up?" Harry wrapped both his arms around Draco's leg, his chest twisting at an unnatural angle and his feets anchoring on the tub. "I don't want Hermione's cunt." He chocked, and Draco's leg pulled again, and the shadow inside his soft, wet legs flashed over his eyes like the brightest light. "I don't want any cunt."

"That's good, Potter, because sure you aren't getting any from me."

"... What?" Harry squeaked.

Draco kicked him, eyes gleaming in triumph when Harry's apparent shock distracted him just that much he needed to be taught a proper lesson. He'd not calculated Harry's hero status, and his supernatural recovery time, and the thin edge to which his patience had been wearing. Harry tugged again and Draco went from triumph to misery, to horror, to crushing defeat; to crushing sprawled into Potter's lap.

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NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, IF THERE IS NOT MORE, I WILL EXPLODE!!!Khflaksjdhfkjshdkjd


OMG YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THIS, SERIOUSLY AAAARGH Afkdsjfgf *chokes, gurgles, keels over*

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[malafede.livejournal.com]

I'VE AROUSED THE FORCES OF EVIL!

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[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

EWWWWWw;lasfkjsaf;lkdjsflk;j




*sniffs*
okay then, nevermind :P!!1

Re: some more, then change of subject...

[malafede.livejournal.com]

I'VE AROUSED THE FORCES OF EVIL... LIGHT, LIKE.

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[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

CAN WE LIKE NOT MENTION HER EXCELLENCY (HEM HEM) BETWEEN US EVER AGAIN, ESPECIALLY IN THE CONTEXT OF PORN?? THANK YOU <3

HEM HEM NO PORN FOR YOU YOUNG REBEL (+ STUFF I STUPIDARSEDLY FORGOT)

[malafede.livejournal.com]

masturbation--> mutual or not. hopefully really angsty (OMG HE DOESN'T WANT ME >:O!! I MUST WANK TILL I DROP!! AND THEN WANK MORE!!!!--> what H/D is All About ahahahaah *coughs*).

He brought the seven of them with himself, a box of treasures conquered with the longest hurt. He’d cried and bled and sweated so much he’d gotten blind with it, blind and dirty and smelling like a farm boy. He had gotten them finally, after pushing and pushing and consuming his fingers against unmovable walls of flesh. Potter had been looking at him with a sort of wonder, sometimes, a honest marvel at the doggedness of his grudge, at the implacable hunger for hate that drove him to taunt and bite at Potter again and again.

Potter had looked wondering, sometimes, but most of the time he was to busy with the net of his own ghosts to take notice. When he noticed he usually sneered and gave him his back; just a second sneer, like Draco was some kind of small, nasty animal that didn’t warrant any precaution.

But that day he’d pushed that final colossal inch over the edge, he’d flown into Potter’s face and pushed, and the rock had finally moved, disappearing over the rim of the hollow and inside a bank of darkness. Dean Thomas had been murdered, and Hermione Granger was in the Infirmary, slowly chocking to death. Bad blood, Draco had said. It hadn’t taken much, but he fancied to think that was just the final straw. He fancied to think Potter had been long worn down by his meticulous work. Bad blood, Draco had said, It’s weak. Can't take the slightest of poisons. Mudblood Mudblood Mudblood…

He brought the seven of them with himself, the secret box of seven bruises, his body a kingdom and a keepsake, seven blue jewels shining over his white skin. He brought them around with pride, he traced them at night, he showed them off as soon as Potter came close. Potter tensed and watched away and Draco watched at him and plotted. They didn’t exchange a word – Potter had been banned from Quidditch yet again, Draco had been banned from life, and both of them lost what they held most dear, except that Draco had a secret box full of never-known-before treasures.

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The Ravenclaw/Gryffindor match had just started, and Potter stared morosely from the stands while the Weasley female already saved the day. She was nothing like him but she was on that broom; she was nothing like Draco, even, but she could fly. She was nothing like Draco, though: she had not been marked. Draco slipped inside Gryffindor Tower trembling, afraid to be busted, afraid he’d bribed the wrong password out of a stupid first year terrorized of Death Eaters. He was afraid he’d been lured and would be ridiculed but when he entered the sixth year boys room, all the red over Potter’s bed blinded his fear with lust. He felt hungry and dizzy with hunger and itching with power, itching close to power.

Inside the red shell of Harry’s posters, he opened his trousers, he bit his lip, he touched himself, he closed his eyes. He panted, and his seven bruises hurt and longed, and he arched and felt like flying and precipitating at the same time. His cock was huge, bigger than it had ever been, the head swollen, close to explosion, dripping wet. "First let... the... body of thee... be still... bound by the cerements... of will..." Draco’s head trashed, and his hand stroked, and his hips pushed again and again; his hand stroked, his cock dripped, growing and stretching and tensing and his hand blurred and the seven bruises were eight, seven bruises and Draco – Draco was a bruise.

"There are seven... keys to... the... great gate... being eight in... one... and one in... eight..."

One-second white. His body arched, and stilled on top of the arch. He was weightless, he was jam-packed with power and his breathing was even, bouncing into nothingness, and the pain singing in his bruises was pleasure. He’d never felt like this. He’d never felt this calm, his belly so satisfied and his mind empty, happy. One-second white and in the whiteness he saw God; he saw Potter.

"Corpse-rigid...
thus thou mayst abort...
the fidget-babes...
that tense the...
thought..."

Ages after he fell back on Potter’s trashed red sheets, panting and smiling. His bleeding cock was held securely in his hand, and Draco slipped into sleep. He never woke again.

mmrf!

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

Man. That's like, the most depressing/dark wank-snippet evar! o_0
I er... meant like... relationship angst, but.......
You have these intriguing plots though I'm confused as to precisely where they're coming from/going a lot of the time, and what the precise relationship betweeh Harry&Draco is, and why he's dying or wanking or any of that since it doesn't seem to be -about- sex.... though it's certainly disturbing o_0

See, see....
What I really adored about your girl!Draco snippets is the way you were entirely shallow (I suppose you could call it), and almost purely descriptive-of-the-moment (like with the Draco-Pansy scene). You described Harry's moment-to-moment reactions to Draco's new body with such sensual immediacy & visceral pleasure, down to his most detailed physical response. I could -see- it, and that just made the whole concept sparkle. It was a narrower focus than you usually do (...probably more a question of preference than ability, since you're so good at it), but I just... that's what I get off on, writing-wise. That sort of intimate connection with a character's skin&bones&emotions. Plus I lovelove pervert!Harry and indignant-shrieking-ponce!Draco, teehee, 'cause they're all boyish like dat. <3

That's like, porn to me, more than sex, actually-- that sense of the -moment-, of the tactile/emotional presence of your own & another's body. That sheer -awareness- and the overwhelming dominance that can have on one's conscious thought, scattering and focusing and remaking it. Y'know. Yeah :>

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Draco kicked him, eyes gleaming in triumph when Harry's apparent shock distracted him just that much he needed to be taught a proper lesson. He'd not calculated Harry's hero status, and his supernatural recovery time, and the thin edge to which his patience had been wearing. Harry tugged again and Draco went from triumph to misery, to horror, to crushing defeat; to crushing sprawled into Potter's lap.


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When Ron had given Harry the Potion and Draco had started gasping, he’d looked and sounded like all the blood in his body was being drawn off him. He’d looked like he was vomiting blood, hands to throat and lips gurgling noises, but there was not a red stain on his pretty ironed robe.

When Ron had given Harry the Potion Harry had thought Draco was dying; but he wasn’t.

When Ron had given Harry the Potion Harry didn’t know he was being bewitched.

It had looked harmless enough. Buttlebeer. Amber, frothy and still: it had been ten in the morning, wet already with the heat of June, all but a week to the N.E.W.T.s and textbooks scattered all over Harry’s apartment. Ron had two pints balanced over his knees while he exchanged a couple of snippy comments with Draco, then settled down over the golden thorns and purple roses of the Indian carpet. He moaned at the softness of Harry’s cushions, and Draco had sneered, chin raised and fingers poised as he moved a lock of blond hair behind his ear.

You can send your thanks to the dungeons, Weaseltard, since those are straight from Mother’s Morocco Room.

So you have to what, pay for Harry's favours?

Are you called Potter what, a Scarlet Woman?

That's not what I meant and you know it, Malfoy.

One can never say, with a sick mind like yours.

That must be your influence, Malfoy. Don't you have friends of your own to hang around?

Just ask Potter, Draco had smirked, He's got needs.

And you think you're very good at satisfying them, don't you?

Are you really asking for details, you pervert? Draco had muttered. Idiot, before Ron rolled his eyes, the flush over his cheekbones revealing his actual mortification, and before Harry cuffed his ear. That had been when Ron had beamed, and handled a pint over to Harry.

To freedom, and he’d looked over at Draco, smug and vindicated. From small animals who don’t know when’s the time to stop.

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Draco had glared – Draco had choked – Draco had fallen forward, knocking over first Harry’s glass tableland, then the desk with his notes, before settling, forceless, twitching and spitting over razor-sharp fragments and tightly written potion ingredients.

The yelling had started. Harry had yelled that Draco was dying, to move him from the wreckage, HE HAS CUT HIMSELF, CAN'T YOU SEE? Hermione had yelled she was going to hex Ron’s balls off, WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING, YOU NINNY? And Ron had yelled he had done it for Harry, and he’d not idea it was so bad, and Harry had yelled to shut up, he had to heal Draco’s cheek properly, it wouldn’t heal, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, RON?

Draco had yelled in pain while his body changed. Bones out of bones and eye out of eye and hands out of hands and flesh out of flesh; blood out, blood in, blood boiling in bubbles under the skin and deforming the body, blood stinking the walls like the festering plague. The blood didn’t change; curves became angles and angles became curves under Harry’s eyes. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, RON, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, empty spaces becoming matter and matter vanishing into nothing; another spiky smell inside the blood, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, before all of them fell silent as Draco’s shuddering settled down to trembling settled down to nothing.

“Done,” he mumbled before passing out to the edge of the carpet, cheek flattened on the floor stones. His eyes were dull and some spit came out of his mouth, and his voice, no matter how weak, didn’t seem his own.

It wasn’t.

Hermione had gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth.

“Ron, what did you do…?” she whispered, reverent and terrorised.

When Draco woke up next, he started yelling.



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...? Posting here because I don't feel like to post in recent threads with your army of readers watching. I thought I was gonna write a lot today, but then all the vomiting prolly put me out of it. Porny part should be next... say a prayer to the Sacred Porn-addled Feminine when you wake up. Does it fit here? I had to add background about the sexbending potion before introducing Ron but uhm.

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[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

Ahahah this is good set-up, man. If you're writing a fic and not just porn to amuse me, that is ;)))
*says prayer* :> It does fit, though ahahah only if you feel you need Ron :))

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[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

I DON'T THINK I SHOULD BE ENCOURAGED, ON THE OTHER HAND.... ><;;;





.....omg am i enjoying this too much??

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[malafede.livejournal.com]

i don't know! i now want to write a story where draco was a girl all along! this is wrong, wrong, wrong, our slasher ancestors must be rolling in their graves!

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[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

No, but see, if he hasn't been, there's more -angst- and it's funnier and everyone's more shocked & it's just more perverse and OMG AAAARGH KINK lskjdf;lkj

lkjfsalk;

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

....I so ♥ you, omfg...!!1
*dead*

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[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

OMG HOW MUCH DO I LOVE THIS??!!kjahfdskljhfasjkhd aaaarnghhgh <33333333333333 :-X!!