AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
Harry was pinned in place, enjoying the warm pressure of Fleur sumptuous tit as it pressed him against the satin stitching of the cup. Thankfully he was facing outwards, and could vaguely make out where Fleur... where they both were heading.
Her blouse was quite opaque, but not completely. He could see the outline of the giant carriage. After his experience in the Weasley family tent, he wasn't so surprised to find out how spacious it was inside. Although the sound of water splashing, and girlish giggling still felt a little out of place.
He had to appreciate his position as school mate after school mate took Fleur and hugged her appreciatively. For him, it was terrifying, but in a good way. As the air became more humid, Harry worked out that Fleur was heading for the baths herself. Only natural, being chased by a dragon did make a girl work up a sweat.
With that thought in mind, Harry sniffed, and again. Fleur still smelled as delightful as ever, although he did start to feel an tingle building, a familiar sense of arousal building. He tried to snort out the deep lungfuls of air. The realisation of Fleur's half-Veela pheromones, and his own body's tiny dimensions left him vulnerable to her intoxicating aroma.
Harry tried to think on other things, anything else to distract himself. He tried to imagine telling this story to his friends. Fred and George's jealousy, Hermione's disapproval, Ron's curiosity. He wondered how he was going to get out of this without losing Gryffindor a huge amount of points. Oh God... The teachers. He shuddered, trapped between the soft baby blue of Fleur's satiny underwear, and the soft pink areola holding him in place.
Worse than all that, how was Fleur going to react. That was the most important fact looming up in Harry's immediate future.
