AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
Gesturing to herself, Harry wasn't feeling as sympathetic towards Hermione as he might have been in other circumstances. Taking some clothes from the Trunk at the foot of her bed, Harry dressed herself. Both wishing to do it with her eyes closed for her own modesty, and Hermione's dignity.
But, as she finished smoothing the imagined wrinkles from her skirt, she looked across the room. Hermione had bitten the bullet and dressed for breakfast. However, her version of the school uniform was rather more risque. Her skirt several inches shorter, her jumper and blouse just too tight, clinging to her curves.
Harry noticed that she was bustier, and curvier than her friend, but at the same time looked less so, against Hermione's more revealing clothes. Hell, even her shoes had a higher heel. As he closed the Trunk, Harry failed to notice his name etched into the wood. 'Harriet Jane Potter', with a shared tight nod of their heads, the pair headed down to breakfast.
Both girls wanting their skirts to be longer, and their identities to be less well-known through out the school. There was a pensive look on Hermione's face as they left the dorm. Both girls walked through the common room, with a spring in their step not wanting to draw the experience out for longer than necessary.
But, they managed it without any bother, without any more than a few customary hellos, and friendly nods or smiles.
Exiting from the Fat Lady's portrait, Harry thought Hermione looked more concerned. Keeping her own head low, she avoided all eye-contact. However, it was quickly clear that they weren't going a direct route to the Grand Hall, and breakfast.
With a whispered hiss to Hermione, she asked what was going on.
"I could be wrong... I don't want to say..."
It was hard for her to pick the right pace, as she felt the girls jostling if she went up and down stairs too quickly. Worse, she knew others were also noticing the movement, the boys eyes snapping to her blouse before she passed them.
Her bust once again proving troublesome, as Hermione stopped without warning. Harry crashed into her friend. Her bust swallowing Hermione's arm, in the deep cleavage.
A nod of Hermione's head, directed Harry's attention to the Trophy cabinet. The various shields standing proudly on the glass shelves, polished to a mirror shine. Her expression was tight lipped as she got Harry to read the names on one shield.
'Harriet Jane Potter: Seeker'
Harry's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "The magic hasn't just made you fit to visit the girls' dorm. I think it's altered you history...."
Her words trailed off, as Harry's mouth gaped. Opening and closing, silently, like a confused goldfish, unable to say any coherent thought, or phrase any question.
