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"Today we are discussing the situation of gender," Snape says with an annoyed sneer. "With a potion, it is impossibly easy to alter it to change your own gender to that of the opposite sex."

A hand shot in the air.

"Yes, Ms. Lovegood?" Snape asked with a sigh.

"What about magicians who identify as nonbinary or genderfluid or something else?"

"It is possible to alter it to change your birth-given gender to that of the opposite sex. The potion recognizes male and female. That's all there is, Ms. Lovegood."

"I think that's highly unfair, but you do you," Luna comments, leaning back. "I, for one, would find it exciting to be a boy for a bit, but I do enjoy being a girl mostly."

"Good for you. As I was saying, today we will be brewing a potion to change you to the opposite sex for a day. You will take notes on how this changes your life in any way, and come back tomorrow with your notes. Instructions are on the board. You may begin."

Harry sighs, standing up to get the ingredients for him and Blaise. When he brings them back, he can't help but notice the bright smile on Blaise's face.

"What's making you so happy?" Harry asks, smiling slightly as he sits down.

"I've been trying to find a way to change my body into that of a girl's for the longest time." Upon Harry's confused expression, he sighs, smiling. "I'm transgender, Harry."

"Oh!" Harry says, surprised. "That's awesome!"

Blaise looks a little worried. "Do you think Neville will still like me?" he asks nervously. "I haven't told him yet."

"Well, Neville's bisexual, so I don't think it makes much of a difference to him. Besides, he likes people for their personalities, and we know he already likes your personality. That won't change, even if your body does."

Blaise smiles. "Thanks, Harry."

Harry nods. "Now, let's do this potion correctly, so you can be yourself."

After an hour and a half of mess-ups, screaming, and irritation, everyone in the class finally finishes their potions.

"They all look decent," Snape admits, looking annoyed that no one failed miserably. "You may all take a cup and drink some of your potion."

Harry winces as he looks at the bright orange liquid in his cup.

"If I have to get a period, I'm gonna kill myself," he mutters. Blaise laughs, and Harry downs his drink.

He feels the change immediately. His chest feels a bit heavier, but not too much. He almost screams when his dick disappears, but manages not to. His cheekbones shift and his whole body feels out of alignment.

"Damn Potter," Blaise says. "Not bad."

Harry grins at Blaise, who is looking him up and down.

"Watch yourself. You may be a girl, but you're still taken." A brunette girl who Harry vaguely recognizes as Neville approaches. "Damn, Blaise, you look good. Almost better than when you're a boy."

"Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you..." Blaise leads Neville a bit away from the rest of the class.

Harry  scans his classmates. Hermione looks hot as a guy, damn.

Draco is straight up sexy. His platinum blonde hair is extremely long, his eyelashes longer and his cheekbones higher. He is already owning his newfound body, and somehow within the past minute has given himself a crop top. Harry has never felt more straight, until he turns to Luna and remembers just how fucking gay he is.

"Holy shit, Luna," he breathes.

"What?" she-he? turns to him, wide smile on his-her- her? face. Fuck, he's gonna drive himself crazy with the pronouns. He decides to stick with original pronouns.

Her hair is short and tousled and platinum blonde and looks dead sexy. Her eyes are a bit too blueish, they would look better completely grey. Her smirk is drop dead gorgeous, and Harry has to blink several times before he can speak.

"Luna, you look fucking hot," he whispers.

Draco's head snaps up, and he stares at Harry. Hermione gives Harry a strange look. Luna just smiles serenely, a look that seems odd on such a hot face.

"Harry, I look almost identical to Draco would normally," she giggles.

Fuck. How could Harry be so stupid? The similarities are right there, and he had gone right out and called her hot.

"Think I'm hot, Potter?" Draco asks, grinning.

"Yes," Harry responds easily, trying to hide how nervous he is. "But you're hotter as a boy than a girl. But that could just be because I'm extremely gay."

Draco's mouth falls open. "You're not serious."

"Dead serious."

(I could have said the joke and I didn't)

Draco looks absolutely stunned. Harry tries hard not to laugh.

"Shit," Draco mutters, running his fingers through his hair before seeming to realize it's too long and too thick to do so. "Didn't know you thought I was hot."

"It's a fact that you're hot, it's not deniable," Harry laughs easily. Luna nods. So does Pansy, until Hermione smacks her arm.

Draco flashes him a grin that looks a bit disconcerting on a feminine face.

"Harry, you're really hot as a girl," Pansy says suddenly, shouting when Hermione smacks her again. "What? He does! He's fucking hot as a girl!"

Luna nods easily. "Ten out of ten. Would smash if I knew you weren't really a boy. Might smash anyways."

Draco flashes her a look Harry couldn't read.

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Harry decides that if he's going to be a girl for a day, he may as well dress the part.

With the help of Lavender and Parvati, he curls his hair and applies mascara and lip gloss, before putting on a dark green crop top that they both insist brings out his eyes, and some high-waisted jeans paired with white shoes.

"Damn," he says, looking in the mirror. "If I was into girls I think I would fuck myself."

Parvati and Lavender burst into laughter.

All conversation dies as he stepped into the Great Hall.

Hermione's jaw drops.

Ron misses his mouth with his spoon.

Pansy chokes on her juice. 

Luna raises both eyebrows.

Draco drops his fork.

Harry smiles as he moved to his seat next to Hermione. "Afternoon, all."

He doesn't hear Draco muttering "I've never felt so bisexual" to Pansy, who returns with her own "I've never felt so gay," which earns her an ice-cold glare from Draco.

"Harry," Hermione says, looking slightly dazed. "If I wasn't seriously into Pansy, I would fuck you."

"Hermione!" Harry shouts, embarassed. He turns an even darker shade of red when Ron nods.

Suddenly, Pansy slides into the seat in front of him. "Hermione, darling, I love you, but I will give you one pass and that pass is Harry James Potter as the hottest girl I've ever seen besides you."

"Same to you," Hermione says, eyes slightly glazed. Her and Pansy are giving Harry looks that make him very uncomfortable.

"Potter," Draco says, shoving Pansy over ("hey!") and sitting down. "Your lips are shining and I can see it from across the hall and it's very distracting."

"My lips, or the shimmering?" Harry asks cockily.

Draco frowns, seeming to debate with himself before answering. "Both."

Harry's grin drops. He hadn't expected that.

Draco leans forward. "You don't win this hotness competition, Potter. Just you wait 'till dinner."

He stands and walks away. 

Harry blinks. "It was a competition?"

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Harry chokes on his pumpkin juice when Draco enters the Great Hall.

He's wearing what is possibly the shortest skirt Harry has ever seen, with a bright blue crop top. His hair is tied up in a ponytail that bounces when he walks, and Jesus fucking shit, Draco Malfoy is wearing six-inch baby blue heels.

Harry never considered liking girls after the war, but now he's debating his sexuality yet again.

Instead of going to the Slytherin table, Draco sits casually across from Harry.

"Hello, darling," he murmurs, pouring some juice.

"Will you be my boyfriend? Forever? And never take off the heels?" Harry blurts out.

Draco pauses, staring at him. "Are you kidding?"

"No."

"Then yes, I suppose."

"You're agreeing to the heels part too, right?"

"Heels and me are a package deal, yes," Draco laughs.

"Perfect."

"Am I allowed to take them off when we have sex?"

The words when we have sex cycle around Harry's brain a few times before he answers. "Absolutely not. Heels stay on, especially during sex."

"Kinky."

Harry winks.