Harry Potter hunch over his wooden desk in his aunt and uncle's house. He sat in the smallest bedroom of the Dursleys home, adding the last ingredients to his silver cauldron.

Harry's little monster inside been wanting to see his best friend, Ron, little sister naked for a long time. He held a few small locks of Ginny red hair in his hand. Ready to drop it down inside of his bubbling cauldron.

Harry didn't want to act on his impulse of asking Ginny out. But he did want to see her hot tight body even though he would be turning into her. Ever since seeing Ginny dancing around the pitch during their winning of the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor. He wanted to fuck her brains out. Harry pervy thoughts of bending Ginny over, then fucking her in the living quarters in front of the entire house.

He threw those thoughts away and was now focusing on the potion. He grins with happiness that this potion was coming along nicely. He knew Snape would hate to see Harry brewing this well. The potion master was always trying to humiliate Harry. Ever since day one of school.

Harry thought about adding an extra ingredient to his polyjuice draft, which could make the potion last a little longer. He had a desire to be in Ginny's body for more twelve hours as he looks over at his final ingredients.

Harry places the red hair down. He lifts a jar of petroleum Jelly and Hungarian horntail dragon scales. He wonders how these two ingredients could affect the lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed, knotgrass, a powdered horn of a Bicorn, and shredded skin of a Boomslang. Harry shrug with an arrogance that Dumbledore would sort his mess out if the potion went awry.

(Every character is above 18 years in this story)

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