Harry would be hers. Of this, Dracia was certain. She had to suffer of course her own share of dirty looks and horny stares from the other students, but that was the price that came with beauty and status. She primped her hair a bit, making sure every last detail of her face was perfectly plucked, accented and prepared. Thank god for magic makeup applicators, she just didn’t have the muscle memory for some reason. Finally she saw him walking towards her alcove, still far off, but she’d recognize that gait anywhere. She chastised herself for being so affected, her heart rate quickening and a blush so strong that she could feel the heat pooling in her cheeks. In the few minutes it took Harry to reach the side hallway she was waiting in, Dracia had regained some level of self control, snaking a hand around his passing collar before dragging him forcefully behind the next corner, out of sight from the student populace of Hogwarts.

“Did you really think I’d…” Harry was coughing, her collar pull had made the strings that kept it wrapped in the front deadly and he needed a second to recover from the throttling his windpipe had suffered. She found herself reaching out tenderly to ask if he was okay, but stopped before she made a complete fool out of herself. She knew how to seduce a man and she couldn’t show her true feelings just because of that pained look on his stupid, sexy face. She prayed her foundation would cover up the blush she knew had sprouted. She continued with her plan after clearing her throat.

“Did you really think I’d just let you pass me by without repercussions? You really are a fool.”

Harry was mostly confused by the girl who had just dragged him down a corridor. It seemed like she knew him and everything about her screamed Slytherin, but he did have to admit she was absurdly attractive, yet oddly familiar in a way he couldn’t quite place. He had to keep a concerted mental effort not to stare at her large- Christ he thought the school uniforms weren’t allowed to reveal so much. Dracia could see his attention was split and took advantage of it.

“Ah. I can see where your interest lays Potter, though I can’t begrudge a man for having such high quality taste. Even a peasant can appreciate a sumptuous feast when brought before them. And I’m sure you’ve been quite starved amongst those Gryffindor wretches, all skin and bones with nothing to flaunt. I can tell by your trousers that you wouldn’t disagree with me.”

He covered the lump in his trousers as scarlet colored his cheeks. She had the pace set and she could see he was right where she wanted him to be. Confused and aroused.
“Blimey! I-I mean I’m uh…”

“Shhh!” She shushed him, using her next few sentences to close the distance between them, sauntering over tactically until the smell of Quidditch Fields and Broom varnish hit her nostrils. She had considered placing her fingers on his lips, but that would give the game away too soon.

“You look so flustered now Harry. Where’s that charisma, that spunk you usually show? Don’t you have some clever comeback to the girl who insulted your house? You’ve never been lost for words before. I’d expect this from Weasley, but not you Harry.”

“H-Hey!” Harry tried to think of something to say against an insult to one of his closest mates, but the words caught in his throat as she saddled up next to him, her breasts pushing against his chest while she leaned forward.

“Or maybe you don’t have just words for me. You must be annoyed, angry, maybe something else. There’s always been tension whenever we were in the same room, yet the most it ever came to was words because you’ve always been a thick, bone-headed, oblivious…” This was what she had been building up to, setting the stage for a perfectly charged moment. All he needed to do was kiss her and she’d have him leashed for the rest of the school year. They were so close now, her body rubbing against his “accidentally” during her rant as she stood on her toes, closing her eyes as she trailed off, the moment arriving.

The moment passed. Dracia opened her eyelids to see Harry trying to restrain himself, clearly embarrassed by his urge to kiss her. Damn these Gryffindors and their stupid honor and chivalry. Weren’t they supposed to be passionate as well? Letting their emotions take over? She backed off, embarrassed by her failed attempt at offering herself. Well there was more than one way to pluck a mandrake and if his misguided sense of chivalry was making him rebuff her implied invitations, then she’d just be blunt enough that even his thick skull could understand what she wanted.

“Fine. If you’re going to be like this, then I have no choice. Harry… I-“ Oh how she wished she could quell the beating of her heart, each word a struggle to get out, a part of her unwilling to lay her emotions bare. Surely he could read the mood?

“I… I’ve always had a thing for you.” Her demeanor changed instantly from dominatrix to shy schoolgirl, her hands clamped nervously behind her as she looked downwards, unbearably cute. Harry of course had no idea how to respond. Here was this absolute bombshell nearly throwing herself at him. It felt like one of his dreams, even the odd feeling of recognition he had despite never seeing this girl a day in his life. Maybe they had a class together and he had somehow missed her? Though he couldn’t imagine missing a girl like this in Hogwarts. Well clearly she knew him, so he better straighten things out before he took advantage of the situation.

“Look. I don’t know you-“

“Sexually? I know Harry and I want to change that.” When did she get so close to him? It was like she had crossed the distance between blinks.

“N-no! I mean I’ve never seen you-“

“So radiant? Beautiful? You don’t have to lay it on so thick when I’m already willing. Well maybe later in the room of requirement.”

“What?”

Dracia laughed, seeing the cogs turning in Harry’s mind as she draped a hand over his shoulder, lifting her mouth up to his ear to whisper, “I know you know where it is. And let me tell you, it has everything and anything we might… require for our fun.” She slowly rubbed against him, staring into his eyes as she mesmerized him with her words.

“But you’d need to really want it Harry for it to work. Then we wouldn’t have to worry about any interruptions for the entire night. Could you do that for me Harry?”

“Did you say all night?”

“Can you do that for me Harry? Then I can do whatever you want me to. Anything.” He was trembling against her, all he needed was a slight push and she’d be free to do whatever she wanted with the horny idiot.

“Of course, if you want a small taste of what I can offer, then I’d be more than willing to let you, what’s that muggle expression, taste the goods. All. You. Need. To. Do. Is. As-“

The oily tones of Snape’s snarl made the two students scramble apart, both embarrassed to be found in such compromising positions, though Dracia was practically fuming, having to hold herself back from casting crucio. Besides, the bastard would probably just counter it and then she’d be in even hotter water than she was now.

“Well, well Mr. Potter. I see you are taking full advantage of your celebrity status in the school with your extracurricular activities.”

“We were jus-“

“Silence. It’s clear you had other thoughts in your head while you were in Potions today for the exam. Not only do I expect you in my office after class for detention, but when I finish grading papers, for every deduction you receive on your potions exam, I will deduct a point from Gryffindor.”

“But I was only-“

“I will not tolerate excuses. I am not a member of your fan club and will not allow such a flagrant show of vulgarity in these hallways while I teach hear. Do I make myself clear?

“…”

”I said do I make myself clear Mr. Potter.”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now stop sulking and get to class. I’m sure you’re late enough as is and I will not allow you to use me as an excuse for your delinquency.” Harry held back a retort, settling on a nasty glare sent his way while leaving. That left the girl to punish.

“As for you miss….”

“Are you going Mumbo’s on us Snape? It’s Dracia.”

“How dare you use that tone with me young lady, especially after your transgressions.” The girl refused to look him in the eyes, clearly trying to piss him off with her dismissive demeanor. She even had the gall to take out some chocolates in front of him. He loathed spoiled brats like her and would have to tear her down a few pegs.

“I’d give you detention, but that wouldn’t be the solution for your current attitude. Give me those.” He forcefully confiscated her sweets, slipping them into a side pocket before beginning his scolding.

“I have many options afforded to me for disciplinary recourse. Of course it wouldn’t matter what I could do. Do the other Slytherins know about your affections for Mr. Potter?” He spat each word out menacingly, enjoying the desperation leaking through the cracks in her collected façade.

“Y-YOU WOULDN’T DARE!”

“What’s wrong? You were putting on quite the show. You can’t be all that worried about your appearance to the student body. And I’m sure your friends would be overjoyed to hear about your fling with a Gryffindor. You know how they love them.” He could see she was trying to figure out her next move, her eyes filled with worry and fear. He let her stew in her own thoughts for a moment, before adding, “And of course there will be a point deduction for house Slytherin. I cannot be partial to you while punishing Mr. Potter. You best pray that he spent less time with you and more time preparing for his exams. You know how spirited the house cup gets for seniors, desperate to go out on a high note.”

“My father-“

“Isn’t here now Draka”

“It’s Dracia!”

“You will have a full week of cleanup duty for both the potions room and the women’s lavatory on the first floor. Myrtle could use some company and I’m sure it would improve your outlook.”

“I can’t believe how you’re treating me. You’ve always had my back before. My father always said you would protect me.”

“Girl, clearly your father is an exaggerative buffoon. I neither know who you are nor care to find out and since you had to have taken Potions at some point considering your seniority, you must have left such a small impression that you vanished from my mind. Now you will accept these terms or I will leave your punishment of to the rest of your classmates. Understand?” She muttered something under her breath, clearly angry, but afraid to speak her mind now.

“When a teacher asks a question, they expect a response.”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry sir. Would you want me to exorcize Peeves while I’m at it sir?”

“Remove the snark. And I doubt you’d be capable of exorcizing even the ghost of a toad. Now leave.”

She left in a huff, clearly aggravated as she pushed her way through the throng of students. That was fine. She’d learn her place after a week in the bogs. While it displeased him to see an inter house relationship, overall he was quite pleased with how everything turned out. He always considered it a good day when he got the chance to show these haughty brats their place. On the way back to his classroom, he felt something jostling against his thigh and remembered the chocolates in his pocket. While he rarely indulged in sweets, he decided it would be fine. He would present the wrappers of these… “Caramel Chesires” to the girl during her first cleanup period. It wasn’t necessary, but he rarely found someone so spoiled to torment that wasn’t Potter.

He reached his room and unstoppered a fresh ink well, dipping a quill into the ink and freeing one of the chocolates from its wrapper, missing the Weasley Brothers insignia put purposefully tiny on the gilded design of the candy. Of course he did his due diligence in case the candy had been tainted in any way. A cursory check spell showed no evidence of harmful curses and after years of building up his own immune regiment; potions, most poisons, maladies and other curses were about as effective as a muggle at Quidditch.

Unfortunately, this only accounted for the malicious and deadly curses as the love side of the potions spectrum was not exactly a dark wizard’s first choice for afflicting harm on their enemies. He ruffled the stack of tests and took a cursory bite of the chocolate, which turned out to have a caramel filling. It was certainly a complex flavor, his years of potion making affording his palate a sense of how much work went into what looked like a simple treat. It also helped that it was delicious, sweet and sugary, salty from the caramel and a hint of bitterness from the dark chocolate that balanced it all out. With a gulp it slid down his gullet and he began to grade, unaware of what it was he had just consumed.

It didn’t take long for the effects to start making themselves apparent. It started at his extremities, his nails growing atop tapered fingers that were slimmer, but longer, the change in his grip the first clue that something odd was happening. He wasted precious seconds confused at first, looking at his now slender hands as the wiry muscles he had attained from years of potion brewing and cauldron lifting atrophied to womanly fat. By the time his usually oily hair had grown down to his shoulders, the oils changed to traces of conditioner and product that left it tousled and silky, he had a damn good idea what was happening. Most people would panic at the realization that they had been cursed into womanhood, but as the potions teacher and a double agent in the Second Wizarding War this was hardly the first time he had been subjected to a malicious substance. Most of his ire went towards himself, angry that such a simple prank could bypass his defenses, the transformation itself a minor annoyance.

He headed towards the nearest cauldron, only to trip almost immediately, his usual shoes replaced with high heels that would have looked severely out of place only a few seconds ago, but now perfectly accented the arch of his feet and matched the dark polish on his pedicured toes. He would definitely have to adjust Dracia’s punishment severely and Mr. Potter would… well he doubted Potter had the potions acumen to actually brew a curse this effective and besides, Harry was not this dubious. Snape had to clear his mind and stop wasting time focusing on these trivialities while his body was changing rapidly. At least it was easier to balance now, the straps no longer digging into his calves the same way, their supple curves mostly hidden by the bottoms of his robes.

The cabinets around him flew open, ingredients flying into the mouth of the cauldron, distilled water magically filling the cauldron as it began to bubble. Armadillo’s Bile, Asphodel, Knotgrass, Wartcap Powder, Flobberworm Mucus, Eye of Newt, the ingredients that would cure him of this affliction flew in while he worked as fast as he could, ignoring the pleasant sensations caused by the changes. He had to grind a few of the ingredients manually, which was somewhat awkward as his posture kept changing. First his shoulders narrowed, changing his arm’s positioning, but he nearly dropped the mandrake root he was preparing when his spine bent into an alluring curve. More annoyingly, his thoughts kept returning to Harry of all things. Usually that would just further aggravate him, but it was oddly calming to think about the boy...

Snape smirked, feeling his lips swell as they became lubricated with black lipstick. It was certainly true that he was no longer a child and he only grew to be resemble James more and more. He certainly filled out his robes nicely now. He gave a nervous titter, the lump in his throat receding into nothing until his chuckles sounded high and breathy. He considered his own reflection in the flask he was mixing powdered Dragonfly Thorax and Fire Seed in, the face of a stranger staring back, but an alluring one at that. The smooth bridge of his nose, luminous green eyes, succulent lips, defined features, he knew he was quite the catch, though a part of him was nervous that it wouldn’t be enough to catch the eye of a certain student given all the younger girls he knew huddled around Ha- Snape shook his head; clearly the potion was advancing faster than expected. He went to work grinding the last few ingredients needed down to a fine powder.

His grinding was impeded by the sleeves of his cloak, though it was more like a shroud now that hung loosely around his narrow frame and was more fashionable than functional. He cursed as he rolled the sleeves up, a small part of him annoyed that he was creasing his outfit. He gained a few inches, his legs now sculpted and immaculate, though they were obfuscated by a long black skirt that trailed into inky pools of fabric on the stone floor. He finished his preparations while settling the cauldron to a simmer, a flask open to accept the finished potion once it changed colors from orange to green. And what a marvelous green it was! The same color as Lily’s eyes, though he much preferred Harry’s hue of green, his memories of Lily tainted by how clingy she had been towards James He gave an annoyed grunt at the thought of those two, his hips filling the long skirt’s hem suggestively.

Sure James had played hard to get and he had always teased him when they were kids, but boys always teased their crushes. If Lily hadn’t been there, then surely James would have chosen… Snape blushed at the thoughts filling his head, giving a contented sigh as fat rushed into his backside, giving him a perfectly heart shaped rear that could get anyone’s attention. It felt lovely, though Snape still flicked his wand towards the green solution, an emerald tendril snaking into the flask. He knew the new sensations plaguing his body were there to make the curse’s host more accepting and would not give in to temptation as he went to drink the cure.

The rim touched his lips before he quickly pulled it back, a black smudge showing how close he had been to making a critical mistake. Of course the potion needed a sample of the curse itself to work, and he had almost gulped down what was still a cure in its infancy. He had no time to waste either, even his cotton undershirt reducing to a low cut tank top, revealing far more of his now exfoliated skin then Hogwarts’ dress code would allow, though it was forebodingly loose at the top; incredibly roomy. He grunted an “accio wrapper” through grit teeth as his sides collapsed, leaving his waist toned and slim. He dropped the wrapper inside, the traces of cursed chocolate changing the color to a dull gold, proof that it was ready, but Snape could hardly hold the flask steady anymore, a great pressure building up in his body.

It was oddly painless, but intensely uncomfortable, forcing his hands to shake as he nearly dropped his salvation. Desperate to give it some purchase, he held the fragile flask against his chest and began sliding it upwards towards his lips, cringing slightly as he raised it past his stiff nipples, which were feeling more sensitive by the second. An aroused groan left his lips, the pressure releasing all at once as his chest burst forth into a bountiful bosom, though his chest wasn’t the only thing to burst as the sudden growth forced the flask from his hands, shattering it into a mess of shards and liquid on the floor.
“Oh,” was all he could get out before suction assaulted his groin.

It was unbearably pleasant and far too brief as he heard three moist pops below, leaving her unsatisfied and aroused. She needed to take these new feelings, these frustrations out on someone, anyone! Wait, why would she need to look for anyone when the person she wanted to see the most was coming for detention right now? Yes, this was the perfect opportunity to strike. Her plan came together fully as she did, her privates inverting and traveling to the appropriate places.

With the changes now complete, Sara was left panting over her desk, a full woman both inside and out as she flicked the flask shards together and separated the ingredients back where they belonged. What curse had she even been trying to lift? Spotting the remnants of a toffee, she popped it back into her mouth and tried to remember what she had been doing. All that stuck out to her was that little incident outside the halls when that uppity Dracia had tried to seduce Harry. HUMPH! That little girl didn’t know the first thing in how to please a man and that naïve fool would have surely been heeding her every beck and call if she hadn’t stepped in. Though maybe she’d increase Dracia’s punishment to ensure she couldn’t dig her conniving little fangs into him. As she finished off the toffee, swirling it around her tongue, she crunched down, determined to make her move. But how to broach the subject? Actually… she smirked as she dropped the flask back on the ground, hearing the glass break apart as Harry came in for his detention punishment.

“You are late Mr. Potter. I thought you were about to skimp on your punishment, but you surprised me, so much so that I dropped my flask.” Harry just stared at who he assumed was a teacher with a look of confusion. Why were all of these hot girls just appearing out of nowhere today? Maybe she was the next defense against the dark arts teacher; the last few barely made it a year before some calamity or personal problem took them out. Or maybe Snape had finally been promoted and she was the new Potions teacher and despite how much he loathed potions, he wouldn’t mind having a class with this teacher. Her outfit was pretty risqué compared to every other staff member and she was certainly fit.

“What are you staring at Mr. Potter? There is a broom for your usage in the corner unless you need a demonstration for even this simple task.” She barely suppressed a titter as she saw his flustered face snap to the task at hand. This would be easy.

“Hmm.” As Harry bent down to sweep up the glass with the dustpan provided, Sara was getting a front row view of his caboose. He really did look just like his father from that jockish, disheveled look to the toned shape of his body. At least none of that bitch Lily was there to mess up her enjoyment.

“Man stealer.” She whispered under her breath. Well she wouldn’t make that mistake. She decided to pounce.
”I swept up the glass Missus- uh, what was your name agai-AH!” Harry shot up as he felt his ass get pinched, turning around with his wand out to see the new teacher inches away from his face.

“Umm Missus?”

“It’s miss not missus, but you should know that by now.”

“I should?” He was slowly getting pushed towards Snape’s desk. She noticed his glasses were starting to fog up. Good.

“Do you think I’m old Harry? I’m not some old maid, just… experienced.” The desk shook a little as he bumped into it, now out of places to run.

“And I’ve seen you grow from a precocious little brat to a, well at least someone on the path to manhood.” Who the bloody hell was this woman and why were all these hot, crazy women saying they knew him today?

“Of course, you were very naughty earlier, but I think you could mature with the proper guidance and I do have you to myself for the rest of the hour.” Her arms snaked around his back, her chest nearly smothering him behind its skimpy black cloth. Sara could see his other wand was also ready to go. Biting his ear lightly, she whispered, “You can get back those points I took earlier, but if you want a full hundred, you better keep me entertained for the rest of this period.”

“Look I’m flattered and all, but I don’t even know yo-“

“That’s why I’m trying to close the gap. Now let’s see if those hours spent at quidditch practice instead of studying potions were worth it.”

Harry was conflicted. On one hand, this was like a story out of Spellboy magazine, a dream come true! But, this was getting uncomfortable. She was being too forceful and the whole ‘I know you’ thing was creepy. He hated to have to do this, but he pushed away from her and drew his wand.

“Stupify!” Sara rolled her eyes as she countered his spell without even opening her mouth.

“Come now Harry. You didn’t really think that would work now did you? I’m the one that acts hard to get.”

“I-I’m going to Dumbledore to straighten things out and I-“ Sara’s stupefy cut him off midsentence, leaving him immobile.

“God dammit! I can’t believe this! Here I am throwing myself at you and all you can think about is that old prude?! What do you Potter boys need to take some initiative? I should have just slipped a love potion into your orange juice and saved myself the trouble, but nooooo I wanted to win your heart the normal way. God I would have loved to see Draca’s face when you told her you were seeing someone, but I guess I’m not-“ It took her a few moments to calm down, but eventually Sara was able to look at the situation rationally.

“Well I buggered this one up didn’t I?” Harry couldn’t really respond, being stupefied, but still he looked so cute standing there helpless. Well, she could do without the eyes, which were a clear inheritance from his “ugh” mother. Well this was not defeat. She could always try again, only this time she’d be less forceful. There would be other detentions knowing Harry’s sexy rebellious streak and she wasn’t petty enough to use a love potion quite yet. Yet, she did have to brew something to fix the current situation.

Harry’s eyes followed Sara’s actions, hoping whatever she was cooking up wouldn’t kill him. He could see the owls bringing in tomorrow’s headlines, BOY WHO LIVED KILLED BY SEX CRAZED TEACHER. Harry bet Draco would get a kick out of that while Ron would just sulk that it wasn’t him in Harry’s position.

“Come on and move you bastard!” He was screaming internally, but could no more move than he could apparate. Sara walked towards him with a bubbling bright blue flask, the contents of which he was sure contained nothing good.

“Now I wish we could just go on as we were a few minutes prior Harry, but I can’t risk you telling Dumbledore my true feelings, so this will only hurt for a minute, but the flavor shouldn’t be too bad.” He tasted blue raspberries and passed out, his body finally slumping to the ground as the Stupify was dispelled.

“Are you awake yet Mr. Potter?” Harry sputtered awake, his cheeks wet with drool as he looked around the potions classroom confused.

“I’m glad to see you’ve returned to the world of the living Mr. Potter, though I doubt your lethargy has come from late nights studying your potion textbooks.” That’s right. Snape had given him detention again after that Slytherin girl tried to make out with him, the bloody git!

“I want you to organize these shelves alphabetically before the period is over. I hope this will teach the positives of putting your ingredients back properly and not letting the wrong kinds mix together.” And who was this? She was certainly an improvement over looking at Snape, but she seemed to have the same temperament.
“Um excuse me ma’m, but who ar-“

“In the time you spent sleeping ten minutes have already passed in this period set aside for your punishment. If you don’t want to be stuck in here until graduation, then I’d recommend you stop chatting and start organizing.

He grumbled something under his breath, then got up and began sorting. The memory potion had worked perfectly, the last ten minutes wiped clean from his pretty little head. Sara was content to just watch him, careful not to make it too obvious as she began to draw up her next plan of attack. It seemed like aggressive and straightforwardness wouldn’t work, but maybe she’d just need to change up the circumstances, fix his attitude. It would take time, but she was nothing if not persistent in attaining her goals. So she’d act cold for now, biding her time until she had concocted the perfect scenario. Make no mistake, Harry would be hers and god help anyone who got in her way.

Okay, that's a LOT of text, but at least we get to finally find the stuff Jekhnaboom actually wants in a tg/non-tg sequence.

Okay, that's a LOT of text, but at least we get to finally find the stuff Jekhnaboom actually wants in a tg/non-tg sequence.

Okay, that's a LOT of text, but at least we get to finally find the stuff Jekhnaboom actually wants in a tg/non-tg sequence.

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