06/20/2021 (Sun) 04:19:40
The young witch studied her unfamiliar reflection. She held out her pale, foreign hands in front of her, a feeling of astounded elation floating in her chest. The appearance in the mirror was not Hermione's, but that of Draco Malfoy's. Her clothes and shoes discarded beside her on the bathroom sink next to an empty glass, she stood in the prefects' bathroom staring at herself in a stranger's body. Hermione turned around, then faced herself again and ran her hands over her chest... or was it really his, then? Malfoy's body was thin but just slightly muscular in the arms, most likely from his Quidditch playing, she commented to herself mentally, raising her eyebrows, and his, as she shamelessly looked at Malfoy's pale loins, which exceeded her expectations. At one point, Hermione had playfully explained Draco's rude and arrogant behavior with an assumption that he was "inadequate", but as she hated (or didn't) to admit, he had a very good body.
Hermione had stolen the ingredients for her own brewing of Polyjuice Potion from the Potion Master's stores for the second time during her education at Hogwarts - this time, without the knowledge of her friends Harry and Ron, and certainly not for any noble purpose, though once again concerning Draco Malfoy. While on her rounds after dark in the castle corridors, she'd broken into (or "checked in on", as she preferred to put it) Slughorn's office in the dungeons to steal ("borrow") the ingredients. She had taken to getting distracted by Draco's presence whenever she saw him. In the Great Hall, between classes, in Care of Magical Creatures and Potions... Fantasies built up in her head, distracting her from her studies, so that while she tried to maintain her status as the perfect student, she found herself glassy-eyed, wondering what was under Draco's robes. And to allieviate a bit of her own curiosity, Hermione took advantage of her genius to brew the difficult potion in secret. A piece of her hoped that as soon as she had become Draco and her curiosity disappeared, her fantasies and her irrational attraction towards the young man who'd belittled her and her friends and family for five years would disappear as well. But, much to Hermione's dismay, being handed a mental image of Draco's thin but fit body only fueled her fantasies further.
Ever since their sixth year at Hogwarts started, and Malfoy had hardly paid any mind to Hermione, she realized how much she missed his routine beratement of her. Her feelings for Ron didn't quite evaporate, but it seemed her subconscious mind had latched onto Draco. Now and then she spent many waking (and sleeping) hours of her leisure time thinking about Draco. Admittedly, the fantasies she often had during all hours of the day were mostly very plain. She'd never considered herself abnormal in any way when it came to her sexuality, and being entirely inexperienced, she had no way of knowing what she wanted beyond her sexual instincts. Deep down, Hermione knew there was no chance Draco would ever be loving or gentle towards her, even if he was interested in a "Mudblood" like her. However, there wasn't any harm in simply dreaming, she'd reassure herself. That is, until she brewed the potion.