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It would have been a difficult stretch for Draco Malfoy to say that there was no justice in the world, given the fact that his last name was Malfoy and, in all honesty, the world catered to the every whim of the young wizard, between his family's money and its respect, the power he held, the certainty he would inherit a grand station within the wizarding world once he finished his final year of Hogwarts, all of these exams merely a formality to him now. His family's vast, independent wealth meant he would never have to truly work, just hold renown and influence. His name commanded fear and he had the awe and respect of his peers, both as a figure for other Slytherins to aspire toward, and as Head Boy of his house.
But Draco believed there was no justice in the world, and the reason for that was named Altaira Malfoy.
His twin sister was troubling to him, because even without the badge she commanded more respect than he did, and it seemed that the friendships and adoration she received was more unconditional. People feared Draco, feared him lashing out and what he could do to their reputations if they crossed him, but Altaira seemed genuinely popular. People did things for her seemingly without seeking favours, giving her gifts and accommodations out of kindness rather than fear. Draco didn't understand it personally, couldn't comprehend how anyone could do something like that just out of kindness. But he was determined to find out, albeit having been given some terrible advice in the process.
Theodore Nott didn't offer any answers to Draco as to what he could possibly have been missing, but he did suggest that Draco go and find out for himself by stepping into her skin and seeing why people treated her differently. To that end, Draco had been secretly brewing up some Polyjuice Potion, and it was finally ready for him. he sat on his bed, groaning as the objectionable smell bubbled up from the goblet he'd poured it off into to make drinking easier--he would not sip from a cauldron like he was a commoner--and readied himself for the plunge. "It will be worth it," he told himself, taking a deep breath. "Once I know why they like her, I can do that too." Or use it to sink her somehow; he wasn't choosy, and it would depend on how much effort was involved in it. He didn't fully care which route he took, as long as it ended with him being the favoured Malfoy twin once and for all.
Down the hatch the Polyjuice Potion went, and the unsettling, awful sensation of transforming into someone else hit Draco with unexpected power, the taste worse than the smell but the sensation shuddering and creeping across his body even worse still. Altaira may have been his twin, but there was enough difference between them to make the transformation a little rough, as he shrunk down considerably to end up a squat four feet and ten inches. Altaira was much more narrow, and he could fell his waist shrink down. His short hair grew longer and into a platinum blonde side part that ran down past his shoulders and with a soft curl it. A cute little nose and a generally girlish face completed the transformation.
Draco Malfoy had become Altaira Malfoy.
Having stolen some of the real girl's clothes, Altaira moved quickly, rising up from the bed and stripping off all of the bulky clothes that no longer fit her petite, feminine form, with the plan to change into some clothes that would fit her. She couldn't exactly be Altaira without Altaira's real clothes, and stealing them had not been as easy as she'd hoped, but with any luck all the hard parts were over; now she could go down to the common room and feign being the genuine article as she reaped kindness and tried to understand from the inside what had compelled people to be so kind to her.
But problems arose when the door opened, Altaira gasped as she was caught totally naked, staring back in shock as Blaise Zabini entered the room. "Blaise!" Altaira yelled, shocked and uncertain what to do as her eyes went wide in terror. This was bad; Altaira was naked, and there was no easy way to explain any of what was going on, especially not the truth of the situation; nothing could possibly have been worse than telling Blaise the truth about the Polyjuice Potion. "I..." A noise died an embarrassing, squeaky death in her throat, as the new vocal cords proved infuriating to deal with.
"How did you get up here so fast?" Blaise asked, looking back over his shoulder in surprise. 'Wow, you're a sneaky one. That must be how you're able to get away with all of this shit, especially without Draco finding out." He smirked, closing and locking the door behind him as he stepped toward the bed.
Altaira did her best to feign steadiness even as on the inside, she was screaming with terror. This wasn't an easy situation to deal with, and there didn't seem like a good way out of it, especially as the door locked and Blaise alluded to some ominous secret. "Finding out about what?" she asked, the stupidest question she could have asked if she wanted to pass herself off as the real Altaira, but she conveniently scapegoated the fact that this wasn't the plan at all. She had laid out a meticulous set of notes and detailed action, and all of that was now completely gone down the shitter thanks to some awful timing.
"Like you don't know." Blaise undid his belt as he drew closer to the bed. "Or is this another one of your games? Well fine, Altaira, I'll play. I'm surprised Draco hasn't found out yet that you're the school slut and that you've sucked and fucked your way through everyone, boy and girl, in the school." He drew closer, and Altaira's resolve began to break. "Oh, that's what the bed is about, isn't it? Being a whore right under his nose and all over his things and him still not finding out? I have to say, it's sort of fucked up to want to get fucked in your brother's bed, but it's a hot kind of fucked up, and I bet if I say no to it, you've got twenty other guys lined up to fuck you on it, so I guess I'm in." He dropped his pants, and grabbed hold of his rapidly filling cock, long and thick and aching to plunge deep between the Slytherin's thighs. "Are you going to get down on your knees, or do you want to play rough again?"
"Excuse me?" Altaira asked, indignant rage bubbling up as everything normal and Draco within her rushed back to the forefront, no amount of intelligence worth either the propositioning for sex or the massive revelations about what was going on. Things should have been coming together as Blaise spilled the beans with a sarcastic sigh, but there was a lot to process, and rushing to the forefront was seeing a friend drop his pants and expect sex from this. Nothing was connecting in a way that made a lick of sense to her. "How dare you speak to me like that, when I--glurk glurk glurk!"
Altaira was driven down to her knees with a single rough push, her slim, short body offering up little resistance to the tall, strong Slytherin boy, who plugged her mouth full of cock and drove down into her throat quickly. She gagged, eyes opening wide in worry and shock as the thrusts hammered forward like Blaise was someone who was expected a lot more proficiency from a blowjob than Altaira could provide. What the fuck was any of this supposed to mean? Back and forth her head went, almost hypnotically dragged along Blaise's thick cock as she knelt there, entranced by the motion and stuck in increasingly worried and confused thought as her throat was hammered and she struggled to hold any of it together. The artificial version of Altaira had not 'enjoyed' the same wearing down of her gag reflex that the real Altaira had, and it meant that she struggled to take the girthy cock proceeding down her gullet like she had.
Blaise relished in facefucking the blonde, not even noticing that she was having so much trouble as he just savoured pounding her pretty face. She had started out fucking her brother's friends first, sexually experimenting with the Slytherin boys her age, who were never going to blab for fear of what would happen if Draco caught wind they'd been fucking around with her, and from there it just spun wildly out of control and soon she was sleeping around across house and year carelessly. Over the years it had grown so difficult to get to her that Blaise just savoured the time he had, and barely even noticed how much louder she was gagging than normal, the utter sloppiness of how she was approaching the whole thing as she struggled to take his cock down. All that mattered was having his dick in her warm, wet mouth.
Altaira had not undertaken this transformation so that she could deepthroat one of her mates, and this rude awakening left her feeling like there wasn't going to be any recovering from this in any sane, satisfactory way. She was quite fucked now in ways that were going to leave a mark, and she knew even when she was Draco once more that looking at Blaise again was going to be impossible. She'd be sure to ruin him once this was all over, regardless of how much this may have been 'his fault'. Fucking around with the real Altaira seemed enough of a crime, though.
But that didn't help her out of this situation, sitting there with her head being dragged back and forth, drool leaking down her chin as she sloppily throated the swollen cock, his girth and length impressive, sure, but that wasn't of much reassurance to her in that state, especially when the thickness made her choke on it as it plunged down so deep. She wasn't able to stop this, wasn't able to fight against any of what Blaise was doing her, and the idea that the real Altaira was only liked because she spread her legs wide for everyone in school was such a tainted piece of intelligence that it wasn't even something she could savour given the fact that one of her friends was, under false pretense, fucking her mouth.
"I like you so much better than Draco," Blaise groaned, still unaware of what was going on as he thrust forward. "Although you're gagging a lot. Shit, I thought Crabbe, Goyle, and I already fucked your gag reflex out of you, but it's hot to hear you choke on my cock again." He gave her hair a tug, slamming forward one last time before pulling back. "Open wide, I'll give it to you just like you love it."
Shock kept Altaira from being able to do anything other than what she was told, pure instinct given the submissive position and the dominance held over her leaving her to open her mouth wide for what was to come as Blaise messily unloaded all over her face, his slimy cock spurting ropes of burning spunk across her face and onto her mouth. Never having experimented with sampling cum before, Altaira shuddered as she felt the salty sensation leave her wanting to spit up, but she couldn't break up the illusion now as she instead smiled, having decided in the worst ways to now get into character and try and play it smooth.
"I'm glad I could help," Altaira said shakily, but before she could think about where to go next, the grip in her hair pulled her upright. It was very easy to manhandle her petite body and that was exactly what Blaise did as he shoved her down onto the bed, not even letting her get onto all fours as he shoved the naked blonde face-first down onto the bed, her body flat against the mattress and her face shoved into a pillow as he climbed on top of her, his heavy and stocky body leaving her to whine and groan as he slammed his cock right into her.
And that was when, for the first time, Altaira became aware of her body. She'd been too shocked to think about it much, too scandalized by Blaise's aggression to realize that anything was happening during the blowjob but flagrant disrespect, but Altaira's pussy was soaked. It was aching and wet, ready for penetration, and just begging for a cock when Blaise slammed forward and filled her up. Altaira screamed as the thick penetration slammed into her, as much like her gag reflex, she had not inherited the genuine article's familiarity with being stuffed full of a big cock. She was a tiny little thing and Blaise's cock was anything but.
"Wow," he groaned. "You're tighter than usual," he smirked, leaning down tight against her and giving her ass a slap. Despite her lithe form, there was a nice enough ass for a girl her size for him to grab and swat at. "Is that rumour about you fucking around with Harry Potter true? Might explain it, since Slytherin cocks have to be superior, right?" he slammed forward, not bothering to press on for an answer as he just savoured the unusually tight experience of stuffing the short girl full of cock, hammering forward as his grip in her hair continued to keep her face-down into Draco's pillow.
Altaira was becoming far too aware of her body as she shuddered, writhing hotly about on the mattress as Blaise fucked her raw. Familiar with more penis-oriented sensations, the feeling of her pussy being stretched loose and utterly railed was something she was in no way ready to experience, and yet it had been thrust violently upon her. She shook down to the core as Blaise's savage fucking rattled her core, and she was overloaded by both the harshness of his fucking and the utter newness of all of these feelings. First time sensations that hit her so much harder for being alien to her brain, left her almost paralyzed, whimpering and whining as pleasure hit her hard and relentlessly. It was too much for her to bear, the raw powerful of being fucked like this, of being slammed down and manhandled. Shivers of submission and slight masochism that had never so much as threatened her before now rocked the impostor Altaira to the very core of her being.
The whimpers turned to screams, screams of reluctant pleasure, but perhaps not as reluctant as they should have been, as reluctant as Altaira would have liked them to be. A wave of intense lust was washing over her, and it was all her sister's fault. She wasn't sure how yet, but the way Blaise fucked her should not have been acceptable; even a female Malfoy should not have been made into such a toy like this, misused, manhandled, or spoken down to. This was an injustice and she hated the real Altaira even more for the ways that she conducted herself if this was how Blaise was willing to treat her. She was a disgrace to the Malfoy name and once she was back into her normal, male form she was going to sink her sister and make sure Blaise was done away with. This was all too humiliating not to unleash some violent retribution upon all involved.
But there was more than a violent revenge plot for Altaira to worry about, as she experienced her very first female orgasm, and it damn near broke her. She screamed as everything burned hot across her flesh, the pulsating, the clenching, the utter thrill so contrary to everything that she thought she knew about orgasms. It was all wrong, her head throbbing with sensations that felt as far removed from normal as possible, but in that strangeness came the real pleasure as she went limp, body trembling from the force of the thrusts still pounding away at her as Blaise took a moment longer to cum, and then came perhaps the worst sensation yet. Altaira had been spoken down to, deepthroated, swallowed cum, given a facial, but this... This was the worst. Blaise came inside of her, and the sensation of all that hot, thick cum filling her up, a massive load pumped deep into the furthest reaches of her tight pussy, left her feeling scandalized and ravaged.
Blaise pulled out of her, treating the whole thing quite mechanically. "That was great," he said, giving her perky butt a harsh slap as he stepped back off of the bed and went for his pants. "Thanks for that, Altaira. You might be a weird, kinky slut who's got a thing for fucking with her brother's head, but you're still my favorite bitch to cum inside of." He got dressed and walked out.
Altaira was almost stuck to the bed, a sticky mess of lump flesh, leaking cum, too breathless and appalled to move, and with sweat leaving her connected to the sheets. "Fuck," she groaned, as an all-encapsulating mess to summarize what she had just endured. She didn't know how to deal with any of this.
"Enjoy yourself, brother?" called a voice. Her voice. Altaira moved onto her back, staring in horror as the real Altaira Malfoy stepped into a room, a smile broad across her face as she placed an hourglass down onto the bedside table. She sat there, staring at the naked, sticky impostor with the smug satisfaction across her face only a Malfoy could wear. It was different than normal smugness, one of intense privilege and indulgence, the smugness of someone who had been raised to believe the universe always tipped their way and saw any given situation as just another example of that, but for whom success and glory never seemed to dull the thrill.
They sat there in silence as the sand fell through, Draco left to ponder what was going on, what all of this meant. It wasn't hard to piece together; Altaira was a whore, and people were only ever nice to her because she put out. It had nothing to do with her being a better person or kinder, had nothing to do with people liking her better; they simply sucked up to her in a way that would get her onto her knees, rather than sucking up in a way that fed into the power dynamics that had turned Draco into a social force to be reckoned with. One twin was a bully and the other was just a slut. It hadn't needed a month's planning and an embarrassing confrontation with Blaise to learn that, which only made the humiliation worse as cum leaked out of her sloppy pussy and down onto the bed.
It felt like an eternity before Altaira spoke, only saying something more when the sand finally ran out, letting her dear 'brother' savour the silence for a while longer. "I knew what you were planning. In part because I'd told Nott to tell you to try being me. I also told Blaise to meet me up in your bed, and that I was going to let him fuck my face and my pussy hard. See, I'm not just more popular than you are, Draco. I'm smarter, and I'm shrewder. I'm the better student, and I'm the better Malfoy." On that note, she stood up and walked out of the room, letting the embarrassment continue to stew. She'd let the loathing simmer for so long without the stinging mention of how she'd masterminded her way into engineering this exact humiliation, and now she knew there was worse to come. Only when the door closed did it occur to Draco what the hourglass meant in relation to Altaira having known the whole time about what was going on. It was the hour the Polyjuice was supposed to last, and it was now up.
But he wasn't changing back.