Masquerade
A/N: Written for the October challenge at Granger Enchanted. Here are the requirements:
1. Hermione must be over 18 and the fic must be set after Deathly Hallows (ignoring or incorporating R/HR canon)
2. Fics between R rating and NC17 Rating
3. Although set after Deathly Hallows, feel free to ignore canon deaths :D (I know I will be)
4. Props must include the following :- Gryffindor School Tie, School Skirt, grey pleated.
5. The following lines must be used "Every school boys dream is to have a naked Gryffindor on top of them" "I knew all that time spent in the library would be beneficial"(Hermione)
6. Hermione is to be the seductress.
7. Characters can be anyone in the HP universe but must not be femmeslash :D
8. Entries for our October Challenge should be in by the 25th.
9. Fics should be minimum of 1000 words :D
Note that this is my first time writing a pairing other than Charlie and Hermione, so it will probably be a total OOC-fest, but I had fun ^_^ Lucius is fun to play with!
Thanks to my beta Miepje, and my partner in crime Omizumaru who told me the story wanted to make her read smut.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characers are property of J.K. Rowling. I don't own them, because if I did I would be writing this from a fabulous palatial estate in Miami. Unfortunately I am not so the fact that I don't own them must be true. *tear* *lament* In other words, please don't sue!
"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked. Power was a big thing for him, and for tonight only he was willing to give the power to her. It shocked her yet excited her all at the same time.
He nodded. "Absolutely. You are sure you have the potion right?"
"I learned it when I was in second year," she said, buttoning the shirt that was at least two sizes too big for her. "I knew all that time spent in the library would be beneficial. To think, Harry and Ron used to laugh at me."
He looked down at the Hogwarts uniform in his hands. "Is it imperative that I wear a Gryffindor uniform?" he asked, running his fingers over the red and gold striped tie. "Slytherin is more my taste."
She gave him a look that would have killed had she been able to utilize wandless magic. "Who are you supposed to be tonight?" she asked
"Hermione Granger," he mumbled.
"And what house did Hermione Granger reside in while she attended Hogwarts?"
"Gryffindor," he mumbled.
She smiled. "Does that answer your question?" She finished the last touches on the larger clothes, saving the shoes for after the transformation. "Are you ready?"
He nodded. "As ready as I can possibly be."
They each pulled a vial from their pockets and uncorked them. She held her vial up and he clinked his against it. "Bottoms up."
They both emptied their vials in one gulp. The liquid was bitter, but the results would be well worth the vile taste and bit of pain.
Soon all of the pain was gone, and he looked down at himself. The clothes that were perfectly tailored a moment ago were hanging from his now smaller frame. He looked to his companion. Before him stood a perfect duplicate of himself. He was tying his long hair back with a silk ribbon. His doppelganger looked up and smirked. "I did good, didn't I?"
"Of course! Remember who you are tonight. If you are to be me tonight you must learn to act like I would. A Malfoy is always the best, at everything." He straightened, though at his new shorter height he knew he wasn't as intimidating. "You are a pure blood from a wealthy family. I would hope that you can push away your mudblood habits for one night."
She looked at him and arched a brow. "Are you saying that I am disgusting?"
He backpedaled. "Of course not. You are just less...refined."
"You are lucky I don't body bind you and then go out tonight to ruin your reputation." She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot.
Unfortunately, it didn't have the desired effect while she was in a much larger male body. "Quit that," he snapped. "You are making me look like a poofter."
"Well, with the way you are standing you are making me look like Millicent Bulstrode!" she snapped back, tapping the foot even faster.
He shook his head and began to change into the school uniform. "Stop. We are supposed to use this night to enjoy ourselves, not argue."
She nodded. "I'm sorry."
"I never thought I'd hear that phrase coming from my mouth," he snorted as he tried to figure out how to put on the bra. "Do I have to wear this? You have great tits that don't require this awful piece of muggle clothing." As if he was illustrating his point, he groped the very female chest of the body he now inhabited, tweaking the nipples slightly. "Now I know why you like me to play with them so much," he said with a moan.
She smacked his hands away from his chest. "Matter at hand! The potion only has the duration of an hour!" Snatching the bra from him, she put it on him and fastened it. "There."
It was strange watching a mirror image of herself dress in front of her. He was right; from this new vantage point she really did have great tits. It was amazing how looking at yourself through the eyes of another could boost the ego. She circled him. "I've got a pretty nice bum too," she said, giggling.
"Oh, there you go again," he groaned. "You are supposed to be male. No more giggling, putting your hands on your hips, and especially no wandering eyes. I don't want anyone to think that the great Lucius Malfoy has a taste for men!"
"The great Lucius Malfoy?" she questioned. "In that case, I have a few ground rules. No acting like a pompous ass. When you sit, keep your knees together. I don't want the entire world to see..erm..my entire world. And most of all, no checking out other women. I don't want anyone to think that the great Hermione Granger has a taste for women."
Lucius and Hermione sized each other up, as strange as it was having switched bodies. "Are you ready to go?" he asked.
She nodded. "Remember. I'm in control tonight." She held out her arm. "Miss Granger?"
He took her offered arm. "Mr. Malfoy."
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"It was a great idea for Hogwarts to have this reunion on Halloween," Ron commented.
Harry nodded. "Where on earth is Hermione? She was supposed to be here already."
"You're guess is as good as mine," Ginny said, smiling up at her husband. "We see her every day though. Why not go see some of your old classmates?" She picked at the hem of her short fairy costume. "Did you see Angela? She looks like she's ready to burst!"
Both Harry and Ron tried to push out Ginny's baby babbling. For the past four years she had pestered Harry about starting a family, and would go to Ron when Harry told her he wished to wait a few more years. The moment she saw Angela it had started all over again.
"Hey, look! There she is!" Ron nearly shouted.
Harry and Ginny looked to see where he was pointing.
Coming into the great hall was Hermione, dressed in a school uniform, on the arm of Lucius Malfoy.
"What the hell is she doing with that great git?" Even though they had broken up months ago he was still hung up on her and didn't want to see her on the arm of anyone but him. And if she couldn't be on his arm, he didn't want her on the arm of any other male, wizard or muggle.
Ron charged over to the pair and jerked Hermione away from her date.
She jerked her arm away. "What the hell are you doing? Get off of me, Weasel!"
Lucius gently pulled her out of Ron's grasp. "What on earth has gotten into you tonight, Hermione dear? Aren't you excited to see one of your best friends?"
Hermione straightened. "I'm sorry, Ron. This week has been awful."
Ron looked between Hermione and Lucius suspiciously. "'Mione? What are you doing here with him"?
"Mr. Malfoy here is my date. We have been shagging for months, you know." She gave Ron a saucy grin.
Lucius smiled. "Every school boy's dream is to have a naked Gryffindor on top of them. I just happen to get that every night." He laughed and pinched Hermione on the bum.
"You're kidding me?" Ron bellowed. "Why didn't you tell us?"
"I wanted to keep one secret to myself." She smiled again and leaned into Lucius, running her hand down his chest.
Ron ran his hands through his hair. "You broke up with me to be with Draco Malfoy's father. The man that gave us as much trouble as his ferret son! And what about his stint in Azkaban?"
Hermione grinned. "Well, tomorrow I'll still have my money, and you'll still be ginger."
"I can't deal with this right now."
They watched as Ron stormed off.
"Why did you tell him we have been shagging?" Lucius whined.
"Why did you support it?" Hermione demanded. "Or pinch my ass?"
Lucius sighed.
"What did I tell you about making me look like a poofter?" Hermione demanded.
"Come on. We have around forty-five minutes left before the potion wears off."
The odd pair walked through the Great Hall, greeting various friends and acquaintances.
"Lucius," Lucius said suddenly. "I want to test something."
Hermione allowed herself to be dragged toward the staff table, where a very irritated and bored looking Severus Snape sat. "Good evening, Severus," Lucius greeted, smiling haughtily.
"Lucius," he replied, sneering as usual. "How have you...Miss Granger..." Severus glanced over Lucius's body and smiled. "Playing with the Polyjuice potion again?" He smiled tightly, even though it looked like another version of his scowl.
"Hopefully, this time I won't land myself in the infirmary."
"And just who is playing a little school girl tonight?" he asked, glaring at the fidgeting body that looked like Hermione. "A sight I never thought I would see. Lucius in a girl's school uniform. A Gryffindor uniform."
Hermione stalked away, a chuckling Lucius in her wake.
He came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. "We still have about thirty-five minutes, Lucius," he whispered in her ear. "What do you suggest we do?"
Hermione grinned at the silky tone of his voice.
Arm in arm, they exited the Great Hall through the staff entrance.
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Even though he wasn't a dancer, Harry allowed Ginny to drag him out to the small dance floor for one last slow dance before they left.
"Harry, my wonderful husband?" she asked him, her voice full of mischief.
He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, my dear naughty wife?"
"You know that broom closet in the hallway, right outside of the staff entrance?"
Harry knew where this was going. "You don't want to wait until we get home?"
"Let's relive our Hogwarts years."
Harry allowed himself to be dragged to and out of the staff entrance into the empty hallway.
Ginny's hand was on the knob of the closet and about to turn it when Harry stopped her. "Gin, listen. I think someone's already beaten us," he whispered.
They heard a bit of rustling followed by a feminine moan.
"Let's get out of here," Harry said, grabbing her hand.
Ginny shook her head. "Haven't you ever had a taste for voyeurism?" She smiled at him, the naughty smile that she used when she wanted to get her way.
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"Lucius! No wonder you like this position so much! Wow, I'm tight!" Lucius groaned.
"Did you think I only want you for your brains?" she asked sarcastically.
"Why you..." he growled.
"Ow! Watch it! Now I know why you are so vocal! It feels like you are ripping me in half!" She grabbed his hair and gave it a solid tug.
"Remember who is supposed to be in control here, Lucius."
"I'll get you later, Hermione."
"Oh, please do."
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Ginny and Harry looked at each other and dashed away from the door. "What the hell was that all about?"
They returned to the party, determined to forget what they had just heard. They weren't exactly sure what was going on. Hermione and Lucius were in the broom closet, Lucius was praising himself (big shocker), Hermione was commenting on why he is so vocal and being ripped in half, Lucius was reminding himself that he was in control, and Hermione getting herself later? All in all, Harry was confused. In the back of his mind he had a sneaking suspicion that his wife knew but wasn't letting him in on the big secret. He would get it out of her later.
Harry smirked. Boy, would he get it out of her later.
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Lucius stopped moving. "Did you hear someone outside of the closet?"
Hermione gripped his hair tighter. "No, now fuck me." He tried to pull away, but Hermione wrapped her legs tighter around his hips. "Finish what you started, Granger," she growled. "You may have the power now, but remember what happens when we have our normal bodies back."
"Are you sure?" Lucius asked, close to panicking. "I swear I heard someone outside of the door!"
"Damn it! Yes, I'm sure, woman!"
Lucius slammed her back into the wall, hard. "Who is in control here?" he asked, punctuating each word with a quick and hard thrust of his hips.
Hermione gritted her teeth. "You are!"
"That's not good enough for me," he said, stopping completely. "Who is in control here?"
"Hermione Granger," she said.
"Louder!"
"Hermione Granger!"
Lucius smiled. "You will be rewarded well, my wizard."
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Ron sat at his table with a most sour expression. Next to him, Lavender looked bored and irritated. Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. She had dealt with it in school and she was dealing with it now. Their bad breakup was no mystery to anyone. Anyone with ears could have told you of the yelling that lasted for days and cycled around to the same reasons, over and over. She sighed and took a sip of her wine. If she was going to listen to him babble, the least she could do was be totally smashed so she could feign interest. At the rate he was consuming Firewhisky she might even be able to drag him back to her apartment tonight. She smiled at the thought.
"And...And....She called me ginger!" he moaned. "She's never called me ginger!"
Lavender patted his hand. "Well, Ron, you do have ginger hair," she said slowly. "It's a fine shade of red!" she backpedaled as he began to whine again.
"And she's not rich! She said 'tomorrow I'll still have my money, and you'll still be ginger'," he slurred. "What the hell was that supposed to mean?"
She sighed. There was no getting through to Ron, especially when it came to the Granger girl. Lavender leaned back in her chair, abandoning her position of soother and back rubber, and clenched the glass of wine in her fist. Maybe if he got too drunk she could make him forget about the bookworm.
"Shagging for months," he snorted. "That man is half a step away from a drag queen! If she wants, I can grow my hair and wear a dress and be like pretty, pretty, princess Lucius..." He lay his head down on his arms.
"Will you wear a dress for me?" Lavender asked hopefully.
Ron lifted his head to look at her. "Nope," he replied and put his head right back down.
"Damn, not drunk enough," she muttered.
"What?" Ron shrieked.
Lavender looked around innocently, formulating a plan to 'relive' their Hogwarts days.
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"That was amazing, Lucius!" Hermione beamed. After a brief bit of pain and an awkward moment where Lucius nearly ruined her skirt, they had returned to their normal appearances. For months they had been sleeping together, but this time in the closet had been the most intense sex yet.
Lucius stood there looking proud of himself as Hermione buttoned his cuffs. "Yes, I did do amazingly, didn't I?"
She stopped working the cufflink and lightly smacked him in the shoulder. "I had your body, so it was me that did the amazing job." She finished with his cuffs and moved her hand up to brush a stray lock of hair out of his face. "I'm glad I thought of this."
"Me too, love." He leaned down and kissed her one last time before opening the door to the closet. "I always knew I was very well endowed. After this experience, I feel I am truly impressive." He kissed her again. "We still have a party to attend."
Totally used to Lucius praising himself, Hermione let it slide. "That we do, Mr. Malfoy." She took the arm that he offered to her and allowed him to escort her back to the main festivities in the Great Hall.