AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
Harry was getting impatient, as he waited outside the library for Hermione. But he wasn't ready to face the school librarian, nor Hermione in her element.
The corridor was quiet, but that was quite normal at this time. His stomach gave a growl of complaint, after all the years in the cupboard, it was hard to be away from a good meal. But that was for Hermione part of the appeal, while everybody was in the Grand Hall, enjoying the feast, she had the library virtually to herself.
Harry was sure, that when she was alone, Hermione would sniff the oldest parchments, inhaling the dust of bygone authors.
Petrificus Totalus.
He felt the spell hit, and the sound of the voice was familiar, girlish. However, he couldn't say who, and now with the spell working he couldn't even turn and face his adversary, as she approached. Her shoes... Her heels clicking steadily off the cold stone floor of the passageway.
Hot breath teased his hair, as her voice whispered to him, just an inch or two away. His head refused to turn, to reveal his tormentor. Somehow, he was sure it wasn't a Slytherin. He knew that many of them doted on the idea of impressing Draco with a gesture... with some act of revenge.
Retro diminue.
The wand ruffled his chaotic hair, as it tapped his skull.
Harry watched mutely screaming, as the world rose up around him. His heart pounded, as he shrank to the size of a doll.
"You shall regret insulting me ... and my sister."
Harry's hair was slicked to his head, as the words were sealed with a kiss. Her succulent lips were wide enough to encompass his head.
Dearly Harry wanted to apologise, he'd never meant to be so rude to either of the Patel sisters. But with a gentle touch, she straightened Harry's legs, and moved his tiny arms. Harry imagined he looked very camp with his hands on his hips. But she lifted him, up until he was inches from his face.
"Try not to enjoy this too much."
She turned Harry to face away from her, and with great care she lowered Harry into her cleavage. Until he was held in a pillow embrace. His arms stopped him from falling down, and Harry sat, or rather stood like a proud jewel in her centre of her bosom.
Harry could feel every beat of her heart, as she buttoned her blouse shut, sealing him off from sight. He tried to speak... to do ... something ... anything. However, he was still deep in the power of the spell, and was left to enjoy the gentle shifting of her bosom, as her fingers worked. Even if for Harry it was like riding the most bizarre fun park ride.... The bean-bag roller coaster.
Harry was sure, that Parvati was putting in extra effort to embarrass Harry, surely a girl's bust couldn't be this mobile. The distraction would be endless.
It was dark inside the blouse, and oppressive. Although even now, Harry's eyes were adjusting. He could see through the material, and make out the outlines of the walls, as though through a dense fog.
"Hi Hermione." Parvati said with real joy.
"Hi Parvati."
Harry would have waved... But just couldn't...
"Oh,.. Hermione, I meant to ask... Could I borrow, 'Hogwarts, A History.', from you? I fancy a little late night reading."
