Harry Potter slipped into the Room of Requirement, heart pounding from the thrill of his first Polyjuice experiment. The chamber had provided a cauldron and ingredients perfectly, and with a stolen lock of Draco Malfoy's hair from his robes, he stirred the shimmering potion. "This time, I won't stop at just looking," he muttered, downing the foul liquid in one gulp.
The transformation hit like fire, stretching his limbs and sharpening his features until he stared back from the mirror as Draco—pale, arrogant, and suddenly very aware of the hard cock straining against his borrowed trousers. Sweating already from the rush, Harry-as-Draco felt a wave of horny curiosity flood him. The room shifted, providing a private lounge, when the door creaked open and Hermione Granger stepped in, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" Hermione demanded, arms crossed, her voice sharp and unyielding. "This room doesn't usually cater to your type."
Draco's smirk came naturally as Harry replied, "Granger, always the know-it-all. Maybe I'm here to see if that bushy hair hides a wild side. Care to test the theory?" Their banter sparked like flint, Hermione firing back with witty retorts about his ego while stepping closer, her fingers tracing his jaw. Tension built as she pushed him against the wall, taking control. "If we're doing this, it's on my terms—no whining, Malfoy."
Clothes vanished in a rush; Hermione dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, her tongue working his throbbing cock until it was dripping with anticipation. She stood, guiding his hands to her ass as she straddled him, her pussy wet and ready. "Fuck, you're hard already," she panted, lowering onto him with a gasp, riding with fierce rhythm while he gripped her hips.
Sweating and panting, they moved together—her strong thighs clenching as his cock thrust deep into her dripping pussy. Hermione came first with a sharp cry, her walls pulsing, then urged him on until he exploded, cum spilling hot inside her. They collapsed in a tangle, breaths mingling.
"Not bad for a ferret," Hermione quipped, already plotting her next move. But as the potion's effects lingered, a single tantalising thought remained: what other identities could unlock even deeper desires in the chapters ahead?
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