Polyjuice Provocations

Harry slammed the door to the Room of Requirement shut, heart pounding from the rush of his first illicit transformation. The Chamber of Secrets chaos had left him craving that electric thrill of slipping into someone else's skin, so he'd snatched a strand of Draco Malfoy's hair and brewed the Polyjuice potion under flickering candlelight. Downing the foul mixture, he gasped as his body twisted—limbs elongating, hair bleaching to platinum, features sharpening into that familiar sneer. Staring into the conjured mirror, Draco's reflection smirked back, and Harry felt a surge of alien confidence flood his veins.

"Well, well," he muttered in Draco's drawl, voice dripping with sarcasm, "looks like the ferret's got some assets after all." His hand drifted lower, discovering Draco's cock already half-hard and throbbing with borrowed desire. The room shifted around him, morphing into a lavish Slytherin lounge, and that's when she appeared—Daphne Greengrass, all sharp cheekbones and unyielding gaze, striding in like she owned the place.

"Malfoy," Daphne said, arching a brow with a wicked grin, "skulking in here alone? Or did you finally grow the balls to invite company?" Harry, still adjusting to the body, shot back, "Balls? Darling, I've got plenty—and they're aching for a proper challenge. Care to test if that sharp tongue of yours matches your reputation?" She laughed, stepping closer, her presence commanding as she sized him up. "Talk's cheap, Draco. Show me something hard and worth my time, or I'll leave you panting like a fool."

Tension crackled as Daphne pushed him against the velvet chaise, her fingers tracing the outline of his now fully hard cock through the robes. "Horny already? How predictable," she teased, dropping to her knees with fierce intent. She freed him, wrapping her lips around the shaft for a slow, deliberate blowjob that had Harry groaning in Draco's voice, hips bucking as her tongue worked magic. "Fuck, your pussy's probably dripping just from this," he panted, but she pulled back, eyes flashing. "Keep dreaming—I'm the one in control here."

Daphne shed her clothes with confident grace, climbing atop him and guiding his cock into her wet, dripping pussy with a satisfied hiss. She rode him hard, ass grinding down as sweat beaded on their skin, her strong hands pinning his wrists. "Deeper, you arrogant git—make me come before I decide you're not worth it," she demanded between witty barbs, their bodies slapping together in rhythm. Harry thrust up, lost in the sensations, until she clenched around him, both of them coming in a rush of cum that left them sweating and panting.

Daphne dismounted with a sly smile, already reaching for her wand to tidy up. "Not bad for a Malfoy. But next time, I expect more creativity." As she vanished into the shadows of the room, Harry—still transformed—felt the potion's effects lingering, a tantalizing promise of deeper explorations ahead.