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The quidditch game had been going on for an hour, with Slytherin and Gryffindor neck to neck. The snitch had been hiding pretty well because Draco and Harry had been sitting above the group for 15 minutes with nothing else but to look for a streak of gold.
“Okay this is getting ridiculous.” Draco muttered.
“I have to agree, bloody snitch.” Draco looked over at Harry both shocked he agreed, and amused by his furrowed brows. She was about to comment when she saw Harry’s eyes widen and he dashed forward, the Slytherin following close behind.
They were speeding across the field following the small golden ball as it dashed here and there. They were nearly on top of it now, and Harry leaned forward, speeding up, but Draco suddenly got a glimpse of what appeared to be a pair of white lace panties peeking out of Harry’s trousers. ‘What the hell? Is Potter wearing Panties! God this is going to be hilarious.’ She was about to catch up and whisper ‘your panties are showing Potter’ but the sound chimed off, and people cheered as Harry flaunted the snitch in his hand, raising his arms in the air, his shirt lifting slightly and-
“Yup panties” Draco whispered to himself with a smile. He dismounted his broom and watched as the whole of the Gryffindor team, besides Harry, went to wash up. ‘Nasty.’ Draco thought. Draco stood off to the side of the patch and watched as Hermione leaned in and whispered to Harry, causing him to blush and- ‘pull up his pants?! Does his friends know he wears girl undergarments? what the hell?’ The golden trio sat on the patch and talked.
Draco liked to wait until all the boys from his team left so she could shower in peace without fear of her notice me not failing. So she watched as Gryffindors and Slytherin filled out of the locker rooms and left to dinner. She was about to stalk off to her locker when she heard the Trio talking.
“Well now they all left I'm going to shower, I’ll meet up with you guys after in the common rooms, and no worry’s Ron, dobby can grab me some supper when I get done if I miss.”
“Alright Harry, remember to use the Warning Charm, Wood nearly caught you last time!” Harry blushed and shoved Ron.
“Shut up!”
“Boys! knock it off!” Hermione yelled over them with a smile.
“Harry’s not a-” Ron said as Harry said,
“Hey I’m not a-”
“I know, go shower, come on Ron, you're going to miss all the food and I won’t listen to you whine until tomorrow!” and the two walked off leaving Harry who quickly ran into the locker room, unknowing of the curious Slytherin who followed. ‘I wonder why he showers alone? he probably wanks.’ Draco thought as she cast a notice me not and slipped in just in time for the door to close behind her.
She watched Harry scan all parts of the locker room, just like she does before she showers. ‘although I do it for different reasons-’ Harry turned and for a second she thought he’d seen her but he started to wave his wand and casted two locking spells and a warning charm wordlessly. She walked around the corner towards presumably the showers were.
‘Well if nothing else I’ll get a show, not like he’s unattractive.’ Draco mused, smiling to himself. He had always thought Potter to be attractive, with his dark messy Just-Shagged hair, and his strong looking arms. She leaned against the wall and watched as Harry looked around once again then reached to the back of his neck.
‘I wonder what he's doin-’ Then Draco watched as Harry’s face thinned out, his cheekbones raise, and his eyes become slightly wider, and eyelashes darker. Draco was so stunned he couldn’t even close his mouth. ‘This can’t be happening, no way Potter has been a girl this who-’ Then she saw the long dark wavy hair from 3rd year, the hair she looked for for weeks, except it was far longer now, nearly to Harry’s thigh. ‘Potter is Hariah.’
Harry pulled off his shirt, which only confused Draco more. ‘what the hell… i'm so confused that is definitely a male chest…’ but then a Harry tapped the front of his chest with his wand and a chest binder became visible. ‘That is brilliant’ Draco thought, a little jealous of the charmed article. She watched as the binder came open to reveal a pair of breasts, perhaps B cups. ‘she’s barely grown’ she thought, taking in the entirety of Hariah. She was breathtaking to say the least. It was only when she turned her back to Draco that he began to really look at her. She had scars all over her, and bruising that had to be a couple weeks old, One bruise in particular looked like a handprint grasping her shoulder. ‘So those rumors were true… but i mean people only said he was starved… but… abused…’ Draco felt angry. She waited until Potter retreated to the bathroom before she walked over to the discarded items.
‘ha same kind of necklace, but a Raven…’ then Draco had an idea. She had been sick of fighting for years, she took her anger out on Potter because he could get whatever he wanted, and she couldn’t even be the girl she was born as. She hated Potter because of her situation. She felt alone at Hogwarts. and to think the one person she was horrible to was the one person who would understand. She would fix this. She would help Hariah.
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Harry stepped from the shower and dried off her body. Hermione had helped her with her self image ever sense she told them about her gender. It took her a long while to realize that the Dursley’s had been wrong, and being a girl isn’t wrong, so he spent the summer dressed how he wanted, which was definitely less revealing then when she went to hogsmeade, only thing was that she got beaten more regularly, she was nearly raped by Dudley when she was home alone with him, he opened her door when she was asleep and slipped in, but Harry had fought plenty of times to be able to restrain Dudley, her knee in his back, his face to the floor. She was sick of hiding, and was considering to come out as female after the war, or during.
She had thought of an idea a while back, everyone thinks shes a he, which won't change until she tells someone, and she realised that if worse comes to worse she could discard the necklace, and surprise Voldemort as a female, he wouldn’t suspect it was Harry, and that could give her an advantage.
She wrapped the towel around her frame that had become more curvy over the years, and harder to hide, especially when Fred picked her up to prove how light she was only to comment on “Harry’s girly waist”. She went to where she left her clothes and was about to reach down for her necklace when she noticed that her necklace wasn’t alone. Laying next to it was a similar one with a dragon instead of a raven. That’s when her glance moved further up the bench to her binder where next to it laid another one, uncharmed, and definitely a size or two larger. Suddenly it dawned on her and she lifted her head all the way to come face to face with Dragon, the girl she looked for after Hogsmeade. Harry would often stop dead in his tracks thinking he saw the same blonde hair only to meet eye to eye with Malfoy.
“Wh- where- what- how? I HAD SPELLS UP!” Harry was flabbergasted. ‘how the hell-’
“I entered before you casted them, under a forget me not. I was only expecting to find you wanking, and if not that I was going to corner you about your panties I saw earlier.” Harry flushed.
“Are… are these yours?” Harry gestured to the necklace she was holding and the binder on the bench.
“eh- yes.”
“So… you do go to this school? but you’re a boy?”
“Well… are you a boy? or a girl?”
“Um… I’m a girl. I just-” Harry looked at the binder then kicked the ground. “How about you? Hermione says most girls who wear them are gender dysphoric, or they feel like they're a boy, are you?”
“Actually I only wear those because I have to.” Draco saw Harry’s eyes dart up in surprise. “and I’m assuming same goes for you. It must of been really hard trying to hide the fact you're a girl, or better yet having to be a boy because everyone thinks you're the boy who lived.”
“I was forced to be a boy since I was three. My cousin kissed my forhead after I got hurt and my Aunt and Uncle thought I was seducing him, so after they threw away all my girl clothes and cut my hair they put me in the cupboard for days. When I got out they started calling me boy. Each time i fought and said no i'm a girl they'd hit me.” Harry turned pink. “And I just shared the two biggest secrets of my life to a total stranger while standing in the nude.” Draco chuckled.
“It’s okay, I planned to tell you mine too. My family has been around for generations, and each generation has produced a male heir, to take on his father's role as a brute, unemotional arse. So when I was born the first words the nurse said was i’m sorry it's a girl.” Draco always dwelled on the fact that the first words he heard were those. “My father couldn’t stand the idea of having a women as the heir, so he dressed me as a boy, and has kept the fact i'm female a secret from the public, when I’m 18, he is going to brew a gender bending potion to change me into a male officially.” Draco felt something wipe across his cheek and looked up to see Harry, who had cupped her face a wiped away a tear she hadn’t known fallen.
“The fact is that I’ve been angry for years because I’ve felt so alone. and I took my hatred for my life out on others, I couldn’t stand the fact that I would be forced to become a man while everyone else is prancing around having amazing childhoods while I get scolded and hit for forgetting my binder in the morning.” Draco took a deep breath. “and now I’ve realised how utterly stupid i’ve been because all this time i’ve been most angry at you, I don't know why you, perhaps it was because you could do anything, and get away with it, while if I giggled I’m a disgrace, and I never realised that all this time I’ve been hurting the one person who could possibly understand and- and- I'm sorry Potter.” Draco had been crying, and hadn’t even realised that she had fell to her knees.
“M-Malfoy?” Harry asked hesitantly.
Draco could only nod. She was waiting for the anger, the kick to her face, the yelling, but instead she felt two hands grab her face and turn her head up, only to be met with Harry’s lips. Draco was stunned at first ‘Harry Potter is kissing me. Oh my god.’ but then to her own surprise she was returning the kiss. It was slow and filled with years of apologies, but then someone's tongue prodded someones lip and the whole dynamic changed. After several minutes the broke apart, panting in front of each other.
“It’s no fair.” Harry said, breaking the post-kiss euphoria.
“What's not fair.” She whispered.
“that your hot as a man and a women.” She smiled cheekily at Draco who blushed.
“Wait, are you saying you found me attractive all this time, Potter?”
“are you joking?” She giggled, “Your hatred may have been fueled by your anger Malfoy, but mine was lust.”
“You now, Potter, if I had a prick right now i’m sure that would have gotten its attention, if not the snogging.” Then Harry laughed, Draco thought that male Harry’s laugh was irresistible, but Hariah’s laugh was laced with beauty. Draco effectively silenced the laughing with her lips, a surprised gasp slipped between Harry’s soft lips, then she responded, overpowering Draco easily, and backing her up against some of the lockers, stepping forward, pressing herself against Draco.
Draco could feel her magic pouring out of her, twisting with Harry's, then she felt the cold of the locker on her back as the still wet green-eyed girl pressed against her, her smaller chest being surrounded by Dracos larger breasts. Draco wrapped her arms around Harry and arched into the warm body, her fingers wrapped around the towel and tugged it away, Harry moaned quietly at the coldness, and at having Draco's small hands clawing into her bare back.
Harry's lips pulled away from Draco’s only to press under her ear, the smell of lilac filled her senses as she began to suck and lick alternatively on Draco's neck, Draco was panting, her ear and neck being one of the most sensitive areas of her body, suddenly the lips were gone, and the heat of Harry's body retreated, Draco opened her eyes to see Harry looking her over with hunger swirling in the green. Then she lunged forward and tugged draco's shirt over her, and pulled down her pants within seconds, then she felt skin press onto her own, and with fire and electricity humming between them all coherent thought disappeared.
“Oh gods, please, fuck-” she half moaned half screamed as a hot wet mouth clamped on her nipple, just as her back arched into the heat she felt two fingers plunge into her wet entrance. Soon she was grinding into the hand as it curled and twisted inside her. Her climax climbed and climbed until it was nearly unbearable then it all tumbled down into orgasm, as her body clenched around her fingers she heard a moan from Harry, Draco followed her eyes to see that Harry's hand was soaked, she flushed in embarrassment, but the embarrassment became lust as soon as she saw Harry licking her fingers clean.
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A year later
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The war had ended with a surprise of a lifetime, Harry Potter had taken off her charm when Voldemort wasn’t looking, after Narcissa declared him dead, (she told all the people fighting her side not to be surprised if something strange happens) and like Neville and Harry had planned, Neville set a diversion, so people wouldn’t be watching as Harry switched into a girl, then She jumped up and ran at Voldemort.
“HA, What a mistake girl, if Potter couldn’t defeat me, how could-”
Harry through a spell at him that surprised him, making him stunned, then without another second for anyone to react killed him. Everyone stayed quiet, except for Malfoy who came running out of his mother's arms and into Harry's.
“God Harry you scared me you son of a bitch! I thought you were dead! I thought you were-” Then Harry quieted her with a kiss which only deepened the confused silence around them. Harry had a lot of explaining to do.
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So now everyone was back for their so called eighth year, and Harry had decided to officially explain his story, so he came to me, Rita Skeeter, the one person he used to beg to keep stories under wraps, and told his story with Draco Malfoy-Potter, The first female Heir to the Malfoy name, and Wife of the only surviving Potter, by his side.