Harry didn't have long to wait, as he raced towards Draco's location. There was a high-piercing girly shriek from the toilets. He glanced at the map, Draco's name faded away, and in it's place 'Pansy Peppermint' formed up.
From Draco's. Oops, need to watch that, Harry thought. From Pansy's reaction, she remembered her past life, even if no one else did.
Thoughts of torturing Draco had to be dismissed, as Harry had to appear as oblivious to Pansy's past life as everyone else.
The toilet door crashed open, and a busty blonde half collapsed into the corridor. With her hand firmly grasping her ample bosom, and her eyes wide in horror, she tried again and again to push her bust flat to her chest. To somehow restore her masculinity starting with a male chest.
Her breathing was fast and shallow, as another thought hit her, as another thought horrified her. Releasing her bust, her hands slid down her blouse, and the taut belly it covered, to the waistband of her skirt. Her fingers danced in fear and anticipation. Nervous with expectation, before plunging onwards.
It took only an instant, before she threw her hands wide, too afraid to confirm her first conclusions.
"Pansy... Pansy... are you alright?" Harry asked, keeping his voice concerned, and shocked.
"It's me... It's Draco...." she wailed, her hands sliding through her long mane of platinum blonde hair.
"What... What do you mean Pansy... Is there a boy in there called Draco?" he drew his wand, and pointed it towards the toilet door, the tip aglow with imminent magic.
"No." she bawled, "I'm Draco... I'm a boy." She stamped her foot, and sent a ripple bounce across her bust. A petite girl, almost five feet tall, but with the bust of a girl over a foot taller. Her femininity clear to all, beneath her bright white shirt, a midnight black bra fought to restrain her bust from excessive movement.