Hermione refuses to feminise Harry, crossing her arms resolutely. Dusting herself off, as she stood back up Harry looked squarely at the staircase.
"Maybe, it's just attitude." she told herself. Straightening her back, and thrusting her bust forward, she embraced her new body. Proud of it, she put a sway into her hips, and attempted the stairs. Once more was worth the effort, she decided.
Behind her Hermione merely shook her head, waiting for the stairs to turn into a slide once again. Her eyes shot wide, as Harry rose higher than before well past the seventh step, and disappearing around the corner. The sound of her feet continued, rising getting fainter.
"Almost at the first floor." Harry called back down. Shaking her head, Hermione knew it was time for her to intervene. If somehow Harry had tricked the schools' magical protections, she was worried.
However, before she could set foot on the stairs, they shifted. Dropping to form one smooth, curvy slide. A startled yelp from above confirmed that Harry was still on the stairs. Stepping aside, as she heard Harry get closer. The cries rising and falling, she was tumbling head over heels back down to the common room.
Harry spilled out, still curled into a tight ball. Her progress only stopping as she crashed into some of the sturdier chairs. The feet screeching in protest as they scraped over the floor.
"Okay." Harry said, rising to her feet, "Okay, we do need another strategy."
Planting her hands on her hips, Hermione stood over the sprawled out Harry. As Harry reached a hand out for assistance, it spun. Harry's vision and balance too tumbled to be accurate right now. Planting it on the floor instead, Harry got onto her hands and knees before fully realising how much the room was spinning for her.
Using the chair back for extra support, she made it unsteadily to her feet. An un-Harry-like giggle spilled from her lips, as she straighten her clothes. Awkwardly adjusting herself to guide 'the girls' back into place.
Hermione was merely glad Harry wasn't adjusting her panties, too. Harry was struggling with her bra, forcing herself to watch, Hermione was struck by something.
Behind Hermione's back, she heard the stairs reform, a solid wooden chunk announcing the slide had vanished. There was a light in Harry's eyes, still spinning uncertainly. Even as Harry was satisfied things were back in place. She was looking more intently. She sized up the stairs as a challenge, before Hermione's words started to sink in....
"You're bigger..." Hermione observed, almost challenging Harry to deny it.
"A D-cup now, rather than your previous C-cups." she guestimated.
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