A/N. Well, it seems I just can't write a story without adding some drama and doing something evil to some characters. Well, that isn't surprising, because I am evil.

And under18, don't read it. Although nothing detailed/explicit, still...

Before you say anything… I don't bash Ginny here. Ginny and Harry both have… issues.

It was a magnificent experience for Daphne. Harry had been living with her for five days and he was still getting used to being a girl. The reason she had changed his gender was very simple. What is a person? Mind or body? Some people would say it's mind, but what is a mind without body? Nothing. Harry identified himself with his body and his name. It was just another step in the direction of making him aware that even his identity didn't belong him. He was her property. She wanted to own both his mind and his body.

Of course, she was perfectly aware that she was playing with fire. Daphne didn't really want him to end up having gender identity disorder. However, they both were willing participants. He could quit at any time. He agreed and so she would continue, because the game excited her. The more risky it was getting the more she was enjoying it. Besides, Daphne was sure he would be ok. Sure, this experience would change him, but she doubted it would break someone who had defeated Voldemort. Although she had to admit that, a thought of completely breaking him was very appealing. It wasn't something she would really try to do. Some phantasies should never become reality no matter how appealing.

Daphne looked at Harry, who was licking her feet. He was a great slave. She hadn't expected that he would need so little training. He had learned to follow her rules; he had been almost as good as a house-elf at cleaning, cooking and doing laundry. Thanks to his friend Granger, it was nearly impossible to get an elf nowadays. Still, Daphne didn't want him to be almost as good as an elf, she wanted him to be better than an elf. She looked at three rings in her hands and smiled. She had let Tracey charm them for her. Daphne didn't know anyone better than Tracey at doing things like these.

"Amy," she said, "I want you to wear these rings."

"What do they do, Mistress?" Harry asked.

"One ring to let you hear my call. One ring to let you know my location. One is a remotely activated portkey which brings you to me upon activation."

"Sounds like the ring verse from The Lord of the Rings," Harry said. "May I ask why do you want me to wear them?"

Daphne smiled.

"You won't be able to do things as fast as house-elves, but I don't really need that. You have plenty time to work while I'm at work. However, I want to have an ability to summon you."

"Alright," he said and put the rings on his fingers. "But you better not summon me from my bed when I'm with Ginny."

Daphne's anger rose and she kicked him in his face. She didn't do it intentionally; she just reacted to his less than respectful tone.

"Ouch," he uttered. "Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome." Daphne grinned. "You may go home."

"What?"

"Two days off weakly, remember?"

"Ah… yeah," he said, standing up. "Would you turn me into a guy?"

Originally, she had planned to do that, but now when he asked… She had no reason to give him the potion. That wasn't the deal after all. Daphne knew, he could still demand the potion, and she would give it to him. That would be… regrettable and their relationship would suffer. However, she could at least try. The thought that she was the only one who could turn him into Harry Potter again was very satisfying. Unless someone else had his original hair. She had only ten pieces and, Merlin, how bad she wanted to get rid of them. Sadly, it would be a very foolish thing to do.

"Why would I do that?" Daphne asked.

"But, Ginny…"

"Not my problem," she answered. "I'll give you the potion to revert your appearance once I'm satisfied or bored of you being a girl. The only exception I'm willing to do is for your wedding."

"But…"

"I told you, it's not my problem. Make something up or stay here with me. Stop questioning me, slave."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," he said kneeling and kissing her feet.

"As you should be," she said with a smile. Success! "Now, be off with you, before I force you work with your tongue two days straight."

Harry couldn't say he was content with his life. No matter what he had been doing with Daphne, he loved Ginny. All these things Daphne was doing to him were awesome. She made him feel as though he had been born to lick her feet. It would be a lie to claim that he didn't love Daphne's wicked mind. Not a day went by without her doing something new to him. However, he wasn't content, because the more time he was with Daphne the more he hated himself for cheating on Ginny. Worse than cheating. He couldn't even imagine what she would say if she would discover details about his affair.

He decided to avoid apparating right to the door. He didn't want Ginny to curse him mistaking him for some creepy stalker girl. As he opened the gate, he froze. A very familiar fair-haired wizard was there at the door seemingly saying goodbye to Ginny. They looked quite chummy. What the hell was Malfoy doing here? Since when did she start giving him a goodbye kiss? He shook his head and stepped back from the gate.

No matter how much he wanted to say that it was nothing, just a friendly visit, he knew that it wasn't. It didn't look like they were just friends. Ginny thought Harry would return tomorrow, because he forgot to tell her that he would have two days off instead of one. As a result, he saw something he wasn't supposed to see. It wasn't as if he could blame Ginny for having an affair. He had fun on the side too. Their sex life was anything but exciting and it was only natural to look for some fun... However, why it had to be Malfoy of all people?

Well, as muggles say, payback's a bitch. He didn't have any right to criticize her. He was probably the worst bed partner ever for her. Perhaps, they were making a mistake. Maybe it would be wise to cancel the wedding. However… the thought hurt, he loved her no matter how irrational his feelings were. If Ginny had the same feelings then it wouldn't bother him so much. At least he hoped it wouldn't. He decided to ignore what he had seen.

As soon as Malfoy left, Harry went to the door and knocked on it.

"It's me," he said, when Ginny opened the door. "Harry"

"What?" Ginny blinked. "Is that some sort of stupid prank?"

"You may ask any question you like," he told her with a sigh. "I know, a day too early, but it's really me. The latest undercover mission requires this appearance."

"Merlin's balls!" she cursed and burst into laughter. "Sorry, it's just too… funny."

"Yeah," he muttered walking into the house.

"You're quite cute, you know?"

"I'm not cute," he answered. "I'm beautiful."

"When does it wear off?"

"Never," he answered. "It's been stabilized for the sake of the mission."

"So you're stuck as a teenage girl till the end of the mission," Ginny said, clearly amused by the fact. "What about the wedding? It's not like I mind you being a girl, but imagine what our guests would think!"

"I'm allowed to turn back into me for the wedding."

"What a shame," she said laughing. "That would be a beautiful prank."

Although she was laughing, Ginny was more than a little nervous. Harry came earlier and it was a near miss. If he'd come an hour earlier it would be bad. If he'd come two hours earlier it would be disastrous. Perhaps, Draco's suggestion wasn't as bad as she thought at first. She needed some discreet place for her meetings. She didn't want to risk her relationship with Harry for her sexual adventures.

It wasn't like she didn't love Harry. No, he was a good man. He would listen when she had some problems. He was quite romantic at times. He was a powerful wizard. He was charming, handsome and caring. Everything was great… except sex. Ginny wasn't sure if his relatives were at fault or something else… but he sucked at sex. She had never experienced orgasm with him, except when he was using his tongue. She didn't enjoy sex with him at all. A muggle sex toy was a better partner. Really. It was like having a shy virgin girl in the bed. The girl who desperately needed a fuck, but not getting any. Somehow, this undercover identity was very fitting.

Sure, she could play along occasionally. Sometimes she would pretend to be dominant one in the bed, but it wasn't something she really enjoyed. There were these rare moments when he would suddenly get quite good, but the chance of it happening was so low that it didn't matter. She had tried to talk to him about it, but she saw that these attempts hurt him. She hated to see him hurt. In the end, she had given up. She would be married to a man who couldn't or wouldn't please her in bed.

It was maddening. Being in love with someone completely incompatible in bed. Sometimes she had wondered if he was a gay. That would explain much. Except he wasn't. His stick rose any time he saw an attractive woman. Even Hermione. No, especially Hermione, when she was bossy. That bitch… No, she had no reason to be angry with Hermione. It wasn't Hermione' fault at all.

"It's yours fucking fault," she whispered as she glanced at Harry.

She didn't fear that he would hear. He wouldn't. He was much too absorbed with using his tongue to please her. That was the only thing he could do good, but, well, it wasn't any different from using a sex toy. Ginny smiled. It was somehow pleasing asking him to do that after she had had such eventful night. A way to give vent to her anger and to pay him back for being horrible at sex. Her smile widened as she realized that it was her first lesbian sex. In a way, she was glad that he had to pretend to be a girl. It was a long-term mission and she didn't want him to find some bitch. She would rather kill him than let him cheat on her after everything she had been through with him.

As Draco Malfoy left Potter's house, he looked around and disapparated. As he had appeared at his manor, he laughed. It had worked! Draco hated Weasleys. He hated Ginny "I'm Whore" Weasley. He hated Potter. He hated them because of their fame. He hated them because they were on top of the Wizarding World, while his family lost all of its influence. Even his engagement with Astoria Greengrass hadn't brought much. Unlike her elder sister she didn't have anything. No money, no influence.

Oh, he was glad that Potter defeated the Dark Lord. He felt sick when he was thinking about that creature. He hated his father for submitting to the Dark Lord. He was glad that the man was rotting in Azkaban. It seemed as though the only person he hadn't hated was his mother. She had always been kind. She had always thought before acting. She had always been competent. She had never submitted to the half-blood creature. She had saved their family single-handed. His mother was perfect and he hated that she had to live like some common goblin, having two muggle jobs, one of which was dish cleaning in a restaurant. Nobody wanted to be associated with Malfoys. Nobody wanted to employ a Malfoy. Everyone wanted mudbloods and blood traitors.

He wanted to destroy them. All of them, because he didn't want to see his mother come home so exhausted that she would just collapse into her bed without taking off her clothes. He had begged her to stop, but she wouldn't listen to him. "You reap what you sow" was her usual answer. He had absolutely no idea where the quote was from, but he wouldn't agree. He couldn't agree. His mother had never done anything to deserve this fate. It was unbearable.

He wanted to change it. Draco didn't want his mother to suffer. That was the reason he had started searching for a way to dismantle rule of blood traitors and mudbloods. The simplest way to do that was to destroy Potter, Granger and Weasleys. Once people would lose their faith in their newest heroes, they would look back and he would rise. His family would rise with him and his mother wouldn't be forced to work so hard.

"A chain is as strong as its weakest link," his mother had said to him once when he had been young. He had been searching for the link until the Prophet announced Potter's wedding. He remembered that he had the link in his hands the whole time. Ginevra Weasley. She was the weakest link. Her fall would break the chain and lead him to his ultimate victory. He knew her weakness. She was a nymphomaniac.

It had happened in his fifth year. He had been foolish hormonal teenager who couldn't think straight in presence of girls, Weasleys and Potter. Although for completely different reasons. He loved girls and hated Weasleys and Potter. Unfortunately, he had no idea how to approach a girl. His father had never given him a proper advice and he hadn't listened to his mother back then. His father had told him once, "Never ask a woman, just take her, because you're Malfoy." Probably the most stupid thing to say to a child! Well, his father was a bloody idiot.

Draco was a member of the Inquisitorial Squad back then and had a lot of power over his fellow students. Umbridge would turn a blind eye no matter what he'd do. No, she encouraged any actions against those who supported Potter. Being stupid, Draco had been eager to use the opportunity to get what he wanted, such as to force an attractive girl to please him.

Draco had to admit, that he had been a coward back then. He had thought about doing that, but he would have never gone through with it. He had been all talk and he had only been dropping hints, implying how he would use his inquisitorial power and making lewd suggestions. Of course no girl had taken him serious… except Weasley… and, well, Pansy. The latter didn't matter anyway.

No matter how much he hated Weasleys Draco had fancied the redhead. She had been a beautiful girl. His first few attempts hadn't been productive. She had reacted almost the same way as other girls. However, unlike other girls she had begun to provoke him. He had been a fool, but not completely blind. She had wanted it as much if not more than him. The thought of being forced to please him somehow had appealed her perverted mind. Today, Draco couldn't understand how any woman could like something like that. Ginny Weasley was a sick masochistic nymphomaniac.

He had been using her during fifth, sixth and seventh year, sometimes daily. She had been very useful during the sixth year. A nice stress relief. At times, he would get tired of her, he would let Crabbe and Goyle have a go at her.

After the Dark Lord's fall he couldn't "force" her to do anything anymore. No matter willing or not. The Ministry would have used it as an excuse to imprison him. Still it had been amusing to watch Potter dating the whore.

It had taken him a weak to plan Ginny Weasley's fall. He had decided to make a real whore out of her. The practice was frowned upon in the muggle world. It was even worse in the Wizarding world. She would become a pariah. Potter, her husband, would soon follow. Weasley's reputation would be damaged beyond repair. Draco had been sure that, being a stupid whore, she would jump at the chance.

He had approached her and offered her gold for her services. As expected she had refused, but had seen desire in her eyes. It had been a matter of time. Two weeks later, he had lied to her that he wouldn't say a word about it to anyone, and had fucked her for twenty Galleons. She was so gullible. He had worked hard in the muggle world to afford using her services twice a week.

Yesterday he had successfully taken the next step. He had brought some friends. Of course, he had taken some precautions so that they wouldn't blabber. It would be his victory and nobody else's. They couldn't talk of Ginny to anyone who wasn't aware of it. A very delicate magic but these idiots jumped the chance to sleep with Potter's fiancée. He had to admit that it was fun. Six wizards and a witch. The whole day and night. Most of them left at the dawn, but he decided to stay longer.

Less than a month until the wedding. Soon…