A/N: You know what makes me angry people? Over forty people have faved/alerted this fic. And look how many of you actually reviewed…

Now, I'm going to write this fic if I get one review or a million- my point is, if this is how you guys treat me, it makes me wonder how you treat others. Review people. Don't be mean.

To Kaeldra Rhiannon, cookyc, Elfwyn, Vine Verrine, chelle20, eTerNaLzAnz198, Deeper than Darkness, GeorgexMe4evr, and Peri, Thank you for reviewing. I mean that.

Beta read by the most awesome Kaeldra Rhiannon!

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Harry stared dumbly at the urinal. For a few brief, silly seconds, he wondered if it was at all possible to pee standing up. Seamus was placing his leg against the wall, experimenting the best angle to go at. "It's impossible," the girl/boy finally breathed. "Even if I took off my pants, I'd still piss on myself."

Harry giggled and blushed at the sound of his feminine voice.

The door to the boy's restroom suddenly opened and a small Ravenclaw first-year walked in. He saw Seamus and Harry and said, "Whoops! Sorry! I thought this was the boys."

The two sex-changed students threw each other looks as the first-year closed the door. A moment later, the real girls next door started yelling: "Eee! What are you doing? This is the girl's restroom!"

"This is so strange," Harry shook his head, red locks bouncing from side to side. "I thought this was going to be a glamour. I didn't realize we'd get…all the parts."

"Yeah…" Seamus agreed, posing in front of a mirror. "I didn't realize I'd look so cute. I could date myself."

"You do realize that means you'd be dating your sister?"

"Ew…"

So it went on for the rest of the day. As the sixth year potions students made their way into the Great Hall, sexual innuendos and suggestive gestures were thrown their way. It was obvious who enjoyed the switch more- the changed boys had no qualms striking provocative poses or lowering the collar to show cleavage. The girls however were finding things a bit more difficult. None of them wanted to admit that their bras were tight around their torso or that their panties held their neither regions a bit too snug.

McGonagall looked as if she was about to have a coronary. She was deducting points left and right at every sex joke she heard and took a quite a few off from Draco Malfoy, who couldn't seem to keep his own hands off his endowed chest.

The Gryffindor table was having the most fun. Ron allowed Ginny to braid his hair as she giggled about having a sister. Some of the other girls were clamoring over Neville, applying make-up to his pale complexion. There were even some who thanked Harry for not being born a girl- "It's no competition," Boy-Lavender admitted sheepishly, "Your mom was gorgeous."

Harry really wished people would stop saying that. It was nice at first- after all, he did think his mom was pretty- but he also knew he looked like his dad. Did that mean people thought he was ugly?

Harry stiffened when he felt a particular set of eyes on him again. He turned slowly and saw Snape, up at the teacher's table, staring at him. His hands were delicately folded, holding his chin up as he leaned on his elbows. Harry didn't like the look Snape was giving him. Unlike the usual sneer, this expression on Snape's face was more like…intense observation.

That was it. Harry felt like a bug under a microscope. And Snape was studying every feature, every flaw, with the greatest scrutiny.

Harry's attention was brought back to the table when a familiar female voice said, "Ah! Finally!"

Hermione had turned back into a girl. She sighed in relief as she patted her long hair, ruffling her robes to get comfortable in them. "I'm glad that's over."

Ron blinked and stared at his delicate feminine hands. He waited. Nothing happened. "Why am I not turning back? It's been two hours!"

The other sex-changed students agreed. Why had Hermione only changed back?

"Did you put a pinch of ivory powder into your potion?" Hermione said to them. "It has to be just a pinch; the more the powder, the longer the effects."

Everyone exchanged glances. Of course, only Hermione would know how much a pinch actually consisted of. "Don't worry," Hermione said to the distraught Neville, who refused to use the restroom as a girl. "Even if you put more powder then intended, it'll wear off in probably another hour or two."

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Harry stared gloomily into the Gryffindor fireplace. The dancing light made his hair glow, appearing as if his head was a crown of flames.

"C'mon Harry," Ron, male again, prodded. "Let's go down to dinner, I'm hungry."

"You go down," Harry muttered. "I'll stay here."

"I don't see the big deal," Hermione shrugged. "A few hours ago you were laughing your head off-"

"Right!" Harry exclaimed. "Exactly! Hours ago! I didn't put that much powder in my potion! I should have changed back!"

"I don't know why you haven't changed back," The girl bristled. "Maybe you accidentally put into two pinches of powder instead of one. Even if you did, even if you put in three pinches of ivory powder, the effects shouldn't last longer than twenty-four hours. The potion isn't permanent, Harry."

Harry sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. He kept expecting to feel short messy locks only to find long, silky strands of hair. Even after almost five hours of becoming a girl, he still found the whole thing surreal. "It's just a bit embarrassing…" He finally admitted, "...to be the only one still like this."

"You've been through worse," Ron quipped, earning him an elbow jab from Hermione. "OW! Well, he has! Harry, is going downstairs looking like your mum worse than the time when everyone thought you were the heir of Slytherin?"

Harry thought about this. "…Well…not really…" He frowned. "You're just trying to get me down to dinner, aren't you?"

"I'm hungry," Ron nearly whined. "Who cares how you look? After this is all over, you'll be laughing about it later."

Harry smirked and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Just give me a moment to powder my nose."

Hermione slapped him on the arm. "We do not talk like that!"

In lighter spirits, the three walked down the halls towards the dining area. A few people who knew what Harry looked like as a girl threw him very confused glances. Ron was right. Harry did not feel as humiliated as he thought he would. Compared to the times when people were afraid of him or hated him, being confused by his appearance was a nice change.

They were about to enter the Great Hall just at the moment when male Draco Malfoy was walking out. The boy jerked when he saw Harry. "Potter?" He sneered. "You're still a girl? Even Longbottbom has changed back."

"Leave it," Hermione whispered, grabbing Harry's arm.

Fueled by hunger, Harry stepped aside Malfoy. He got one foot inside the Great Hall when Malfoy said this to his back: "I wonder how often your mother was on her knees."

Hermione's cheeks went red. Ron opened his mouth as a terrible flush covered his face.

Faster than anyone could see, Harry twisted around. Wand in hand, a loud BANG was heard and Malfoy was thrown back against the wall. Before the boy could recover, Harry ran forward and drove his fist into Malfoy's stomach.

Harry brought up his fist to hit him again when suddenly a hand clamped down his shoulder. He was pulled back roughly and he almost tripped. It was only that hand that kept him from falling on his ass, and he stared wildly into the face of Snape.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor," He said, releasing Harry. The boy/girl stumbled, Ron and Hermione grabbing him before he fell on the floor. "Twenty points each," Snape snapped at them. "For not stopping the fight."

"It was Malfoy's fault!" Ron yelled. "He was saying-"

"I don't care who said what. Another ten points for yelling, Mr. Weasley. Potter, detention- tonight at ten. Don't be late."

Harry opened his mouth to protest. A pointed look from Snape made him shut it again. They had already lost sixty points within a few minutes.

Choosing between hunger or facing the anger from their fellow classmates, the trio went back to the common room.

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9:45 rolled around. Harry still hadn't changed back.

Ron gave him a sympathetic smile as he stepped through the portrait hole. Harry didn't know what was worse. Detention with Snape, or detention with Snape in this form. Something told the boy the greasy git was going to spend the whole time teasing him, or insulting his mother. And unlike Malfoy, Harry couldn't punch a teacher.

Harry smirked. Though, it was fun to think about.

He made his way through the dungeons, the cold seeping through his clothes. He was disturbed to find that his nipples had peaked, and were showing through his shirt. Suddenly wishing for a bra, and hating himself for that wish, he pulled his school black robe around himself.

He stood outside the classroom door, waiting till the last possible moment to go in. Thirty seconds to go, the boy chastised himself for lack of Gryffindor courage and raised his arm to knock.

The door swung opened and Snape glared down at him. Harry awkwardly lowered his arm and entered.

"Your wand," Snape held his hand out.

Harry angrily shoved his wand into Snape's hand. The man then closed the door, locking it. "You'll scrub the cauldrons tonight," He said, moving to his desk. Harry watched unhappily as Snape locked the boy's wand into a drawer.

Harry was a little surprised the man had not spoken one word about his appearance. But as Ron said, "Don't eat a horse from its mouth," Harry decided not to dwell on this. He rolled up his sleeves and started working.

An hour into it, Harry was practically soaked. He would've taken off his robe, but feared of exposing his endowed chest. The elongated sleeves of his robe constantly loosened and drifted downward. They hung heavily on his arms, dripping with soapy water.

Snape was staring again - another reason why Harry didn't take off the robe. He hoped the black material would help him melt into the background. Wanting to leave as soon as possible, Harry scrubbed harder and faster.

Harry risked another glance. Snape looked as if he was in pain. His hands shook slightly and his breathing was heavy.

Harry jumped when Snape abruptly pushed himself away from his desk, putting his head into his hands.

It's the Dark Mark, Harry thought. He touched his scar and wondered why that didn't hurt.

"Professor?" Harry slowly made his way towards Snape. "Are you okay?"

Snape didn't respond. Harry's red eyebrows furrowed. Maybe Snape was sick. "Sir?" He said cautiously, coming closer. "Do you want me to get Madam Pomfrey?"

Snape only said one thing, so quiet Harry barely heard it. "Forgive me."

Harry gave out a cry of surprise as he was suddenly pushed onto the desk. He threw out his hands to brace his fall, knocking over bottles of ink and quills. His green eyes went wide as Snape descended upon him.

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A/N: The next chapter is rated M for a reason. R/R please.