This choice: Someone else is punishing Draco • Go Back...Chapter #5Someone else is punishing Draco by: Mr. George   Ron had followed Draco beneath the invisibilty cloak, when Harry had needed to study. The demands of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, his homework, and so forth meant that sometimes he had to delegate the task to either Hermione or Ron.
It wasn't his favourite part of it, but Ron darted in the toilets after Draco, before the door could close. He'd become adept at that, knowing that too many of the castle doors protested on being opened. If it were too close he could briefly hold the door, feigning it being stuck before slipping inside.
Ron wasn't the best at silent spell casting, but this seemed like an ideal opportunity, and he had the perfect spell in mind. One he'd pilfered from the twins. More a joke than anything. However, Ron knew from unguarded words to himself that Draco had certain insecurities.
The flush of the toilet, and the -snap- of the door catch, rushed him to a conclusion. It was time to try that spell.
As Draco approached the sinks to wash his hands, Ron cast it.
The effect was immediate and apparent to Ron, even if Draco hadn't noticed yet. In the mirror, was a very different reflection. Instead of Draco in the glass a woman was perfectly aping Draco's movements. Busy and blond, she washed her face, and rinsed away the soap.
Only now as he blinked the water from his eyes, did Draco spot his reflection.
The mirror woman's hair flew wildly, as Draco looked over his shoulder for her. Before snapping back to face the mirror.
More slowly, he moved his arms, watching for some difference. Apart from the obvious one. She was a fulsome woman, Draco thought with amusement. Tilting his head from side to side, he tried to feel the brush of the longer hair. That could be seen but not felt.
Reaching a hand to the surface of the glass, he recoiled before touched the chill glass, afraid of being sucked into that parallel world. Terrified at the idea of becoming her.
Hands retreating more slowly now, Draco caressed his own neck. Hunting again for that longer hair, and happier to hide those too large, too real breasts from sight. Thankfully, he couldn't feel the press of his arms against supple breasts, or the tease of that hair over his fingers.
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Breaking the almost hypnotic appeal of the reflection. Draco turned from his reflection.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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