A year later, on Beltane...

I stared at the present my lover had bought for me with anticipation fluttering in my belly, and felt a thin sheen of sweet break out across my brow. I swiped a hand across it to get rid of the moisture, feeling my body flush from head to toe with an anxious, lusty tension. Unconsciously, I licked my lips as well.

"I can explain," Harry declared, and I was distinctly taken back to a year ago when I'd last heard those exact same words... and seen this exact same outfit.

"I'm sure you can," I said, recalling his scripted response to my protests at that time.

His chest pressed against my back as his arms came around me. Between the split of my arse, I could feel his steel-hard erection pressing. "I really want to see you wear it," he murmured against my throat as he leaned down and pressed kisses along my neck. "I've waited a long time to have you in this outfit, Draco."

I lifted the green and black babydoll kit between two hands, holding it up to the light. "How did you find it again?"

Harry chuckled, letting his hands roam under my shirt to caress over my navel. "I went back to the store the day after last Beltane and bought it then." He licked a naughty path up my throat and stopped to suckle on my earlobe before continuing his explanation. "I was going to give it to you at Christmas, but then I figured I'd wait for tonight."

I tossed him a narrow-eyed, knowing stare over my shoulder. "I suppose this means that you expect me to shift for you?"

He melted my pants off with his return grin.

I rolled my eyes.

My clever wife had most definitely triumphed in the creation of her variant Polyjuice Potion, as it had achieved its intended goal of allowing for a long-lasting gender-switch. The draught was something not even those in my department at work had been able to accomplish, and they'd been trying to replicate the formula since last Beltane. It was a nearly perfect recipe for allowing a smooth transition... with only one, small side-effect: a permanent ability to change genders at will.

At first, that little effect had been wildly popular among the pureblood Haute Ton, stimulating most of our social circle into a buying frenzy for Astoria's brew. It seemed everyone was in love with the idea of trying out life on the other side of the fence. However, when Pansy Parkinson had managed to get Blaise Zabini up the duff that way, people's ardour cooled mighty fast. The situation had worked out great for Pans, who had never wanted to carry a child, but had wanted kids someday, and who had further wanted to snag Zabini for her husband. Not so much for Blaise, though, who found he couldn't change back into a man until after the birth of little Allessandro. He'd had to experience all nine months of the glory that is pregnancy, including the beautiful agony that is natural childbirth.

I frequently thanked Merlin, Circe, and Andros the Invincible that I'd had the common sense to leave my charmed bracelet on that first night I'd fucked Potter.

"Think you can buy me off with a fist full of lace, like I'm an easy bit of totty?" I gave an undignified snort. "Not in this lifetime, Potter."

Harry knew well enough by now that this was all a part of our usual sexual repertoire: I would deny him any request he made, and he would pursue. Like any good, former Seeker, he loved the chase. Right then, my lover was practically vibrating with excitement as the game commenced.

"I'll buy you emeralds and diamonds," he teased, thinking to appeal to my greed.

"I have vaults of them," I countered.

He snuggled closer, pressing his erection between my arse cheeks and shoving his hands down the front of my trousers. His fingers stroked over my cock, and a groan was torn from between my lips. "I'll lick your pussy through at least two orgasms," he bargained, knowing that was my favourite thing for us to do when I was in 'girl form'. The feel of his soft tongue caressing over my clitoris... I never failed to peak hard and repetitively when he did that to me.

"What else?" I gasped as he cupped my bollocks and rolled them exactly as I liked. "If I'm going to change so I can properly wear this, I'll have to shave again. I want more for my trouble," I bargained.

Nimble, well-practiced fingers made quick work of my clothing, even as Harry's mouth latched onto me at various places, nibbling and sucking the tender spots of my body. "I'll come inside you," he offered as he got on his knees to take off my socks and shoes.

Blood boiling at the thought, I capitulated at last. "You're secretly the evilest wizard alive," I pronounced around a moan as he took the head of my prick between his lips and sucked hard, humming in agreement around my heated, wet flesh.

The teasing was short lived, however. With a pop, Harry let me go and got to his feet. "I've changed my mind," he murmured, lifting me in his arms and carrying me over to the bed. He tossed me down onto the mattress and towered over me. "I think I want you au natural tonight."

As he began stripping his clothing off, I wiped the sweat of anticipation from above my lip, raised my eyes to meet his emerald gaze, and silently surrendered to him.

Oh, yes, Harry Potter definitely had me.

But then, he always had.

~FIN~

AUTHOR'S FINAL NOTES:

Thus concludes this jaunt into Gender-bending!Draco / SexyAuror!Harry's romance (my first time shipping this couple). No sequel planned. I like it where it ended, and I think the story is now complete.

I hope you enjoyed the journey, dear readers! It was great fun to write this challenge, and I hope my recipient for the fest & all of you liked it. Please leave me a review and let me know, yeah? :)