This choice: "It's you... You or those Weasley's." she snarled pointing angrily at Harry. • Go Back...Chapter #7"It's you... You or those Weasley's fault..." by: Mr. George   Harry backed away as Pansy advanced on him. She wasn't intimidating ... in the least. But, he realised he'd made a mistake by being one of the first on the scene. Their mutual hatred meant, naturally she'd lash out, and accuse him.
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A look of horror crossed her face. Her hands plucking at her waist... at her chest. The satin embrace her panties, making her want to rip them off, as if they kept her as a witch. She didn't want to even think about the constriction around her chest. The cups felt enormous, and worse... she filled them... Hell, overfilled, it felt.
It was Tracey Davis, and Daphne Greengrass that rushed to her side to comfort her. Pansy's arm reaching out as if to pull Crabbe or Goyle to her side. Harry could see the confusion in Pansy's eyes filled with confusion. Her mouth shifting from horror, at her own body, it's supple curves, full and overwhelming, and her diminutive height. Her lips drifting towards more of an embarrassed pout, as new memories flooded in.
Her memories of being Draco jostling with those of being Pansy. Her friends flanked her, and with an arm around her from each side, they half-carried her from the scene of her humiliation. She moved with a hip-swaying gait, that suggested she was used to her new pelvis, or unaware how much her new arse was swinging. However, both Crabbe and Goyle were transfixed by the movement.
Harry cast one last spell on the retreating rump of Pansy Peppermint.
Vestiti interiori.
Pansy wobbled briefly, as beneath her uniform, her underwear changed. A corset, and stockings replacing the rather plain emerald bra and panty set.
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Aware of it, as one more change. Pansy caught herself halfway to ripping her blouse open to see the damage. Turning the gesture, into a blouse smoothing move. Brushing out imaginary wrinkles.
Tracey and Daphne were chattering in her ear, as they went. A babble of question, encouragement, suggestions, and general gossip.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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