AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
Hermione seems almost blind to Harry's new body, deliberately ignoring the changes in her friend. But Harry wasn't so sanguine about her new form. At the same time, she wasn't going to make an issue of it. With Ron's offence still too recent, and for Harry too vague. She wasn't about to talk about being female and what he... she liked.
The pair chatted for hours into the night, with Hermione leading the conversation, and sticking mostly to their studies. Harry was happy to listen, joining in as Hermione talked on and on. Clearly unwilling or unable to think about or talk about Ron. However, Harry was distracted by her new body, and found a competitive streak she didn't know she had.
When Hermione's eyes were on a page, she'd sneak glances, comparing their build. She couldn't be sure, but Harry thought she was bustier... and perhaps firmer, too. Smoothing imaginary wrinkles from her skirt, she wasn't sure if she had more junk in her trunk than 'Mione. A worrying thought being whether that made her happy, jealous or insecure.
But both girls were startled by the -Whufff- of displaced air, as two house-elves apparated into the dorm room.
Ronni was downcast, her gaze low not meeting either girl's gaze. But the contrast was behind her, with a spindly hand resting on her shoulder was a beaming Dobby.
"Master Harry... Mistress Hermione."
He nodded to acknowledge them both. With a house elves indifference he was oblivious to Harry's new gender. But Ronni wasn't even with her eyes hidden, her cheeks burned red. The reason why clear to everyone in the room. In her outstretched arms she held a cushion, red velvet with golden braided tassels at the five corners.
It wasn't the cushion that was humiliating Ronni, rather the clothes resting on top. The pair of red satin panties, and on top of them the matching bra. Harry's eyes boggled, the cups were enormous, making her feel both relieved, a sympathetic twinge from her shoulders reminding her of the reality of having breasts, and a genuine curiosity about who'd wear such a thing. A boyish need to know fuelling the question.
"Roberta Ravenclaw's underwear."
The words coming from Ronni's lips, in a sullen murmur, that sounded like Ron confronted with homework, but in a voice that couldn't have been more different.
"Busty Berta, the Ravenclaw's bimbo, both shame and hero." Hermione's pronouncement making Ronni quiver in fear.
But her tone lightened, as she continued, "House elf, I grant you your freedom, I give you these clothes."
Ronni stood there, unsure what to do... or if she needed to do anything.
"Get dressed." Hermione's snarl causing Harry's head to snap in her direction, the vitriol so alien for the normal quiet bookish girl. Ronni just flinched, cowered and obeyed.
The panties easily slid up her house elf legs, hanging loosely on her body, clearly not made for a house-elf's shape. Dobby watched eagerly, enjoying the sight of a fellow elf being freed. It was only as Ronni heaved her heavy bust into the waiting cups of the bra, that the changes started.
