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9. With a polite cough, Fleur ann

8. The girls help an unresisting

7. "Harry" her accent intoxicatio

6. Fleur's massive fingers worked

5. Fleur goes for a shower/bath

4. Fleur's French Alps

3. Harry gets shrunk by his magic

2. Harry Potter Universe-intro

1. The Drafting Board

With a polite cough, Fleur announces her presence

on 2018-04-12 02:45:15

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AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George


Whirling around Harry was relieved to see the smiling face of Fleur standing in the doorway.

"I 'ave a surprise for you, a friend." Gesturing to someone outside the room she beckoned them in.

Hermione and Ginny stepped into the room. They too were dressed in the Beauxbatons uniforms. The tailoring was exquisite, hugging their curves, accentuating them. Despite the bonnet, Hermione's hair was still wild and curly, fighting to escape.

Ginny was squirming, her hips shifting, as her hands tugged at the skirt. She kept trying to pull it lower over. Only stopping when Hermione slapped the back of her hands.

She blushed, looking briefly at Harriet's face before flushing, and dropping her gaze.

"Ze uniforms, are we still inside the carriage?" Harriet asked.

Fleur nodded, "We thought it would be safest. We can re-introduce you slowly, but there might be Death-eaters anyway."

Harriet was glad to see his friends, and beamed a wide smile at the pair. An appraising glance left Harriet with the impression that she had the hottest bod. Her curves far exceeding Ginny, Hermione's bust was impressive, and far larger than Harry would ever have guessed, but against Harriet's F-cup girls. Hermione was a generous C-cup, or maybe even D-cup.

Ginny was between a fullish B-cup, and a C-cup. It was only as Ginny tugged at her cape, that Harriet realised how obvious her glances were to the other girls.

There was a disapproving snort from Hermione, and a look on her face. Ironically it reminded her of that time in the library when Hermione had told her about Romilda Vane, and the love potion she intended for him, as the 'Chosen One'. Or more precisely, her reaction when Harry had pointed out that he was the Chosen One.

"We 'ave a portkey, ici." Fleur offered, to break the tension. "If you'd feel safer, we can sneak the three of you back to Beauxbatons. You, Ron and Hermione."

Harriet spluttered, "RON!!!"

Ginny/Ron blushed crimson. "Bloomin' 'eck 'Arry. The protections."

Abruptly Ron fell silent, as she realised who Harry had thought she was. As she recalled that ... that look.

Harriet wondered about other magical side-effects, as she thought Ron was picking up the 'int, of a French accent. She realised that she was finding English more alien to her, and even thought back on her own words.

"The Portkey?" Harriet said, happy to change the subject, as she nodded her pretty head to the lacrosse ball floating a few inches above Fleur's open palm.




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