Not quite sure, that he trusted the book. Harry decided to start small. Petty, even. A smile formed as he considered the best test for the Rule Book. A quick laugh burst from his lips, as he considered the test.
Draco Malfoy, is a witch by the name of Drusilla Malfoy. Only she and I remember her true history. Everyone else remembers only Drusilla.
The words flared on the page, and Harry had to admit that there was certainly something magical about the book. Although he still hadn't seen any proof himself.
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Meanwhile across the castle, down in the Slytherin dorms Draco was getting dressed. He always took pride in his appearance, not wanting to let down the Malfoy name.
As he admired his reflection, he was proud of how toned his body was. He might not be as good a flyer as Harry Potter. His teeth ground at that admission, even to himself it was painful. But he was leaner, and fitter, than many Slytherin.
The world was different. He felt a new alien pressure around his middle, and an alien unsettling weight on his chest. Looking around, he saw he was in the Girls dorm. The reason was abundantly clear. He was wearing a Slytherin green corset, with his? with her own breasts freely overflowing the top. The panties left no doubt about his new gender, either. Although, he still checked, just to be sure.
The stockings on his legs, were smooth and sexy. They hissed softly, as her thighs brushed against one another.
She started to hyper-ventilate as panic overwhelmed her. This made things even worse, as her chest bobbled and shifted like the rolling sea, in her field of vision.
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