Authors Notes: Please read this! It’s my first fic…sorry if it sucks. Thanks to my inspirations Rhysenn and Cassandra Claire!
Chapter 2 - September First
Still dressed in his clothes, Draco swiftly and I mean swiftly back into his room. So swiftly, in fact, that no on even saw him.
“Why me?” He moaned, still running.
Draco was on the verge of tears, but if there’s one thing he’s learned in all his life under his father, it’s that Malfoys didn’t cry. They…they just didn’t.
When Draco came to his room, he shut the door and slid behind it. He sat on the carpet, head in his hands.
“What am I going to do?!”
He knew what he was going to do, he was going to kill that stupid house-elf, he didn’t need his wand, he’d kill it with his bare hands! No…be reasonable, Draco, you’re a Malfoy…be reasonable. Said a voice at the back of his head. Yeah…be reasonable…find someone to hate, come on…anyone!
It was the first thing that came to Draco’s mind. His mortal enemy since the first time he went to Hogwarts, since their first year, since they first were introduced to each other. But then, over th0e past few years…something’s been building up inside Draco…something…different…
“This must be the potion thinking,” Draco said.
He stood up and went to the bathroom to look at himself, the once short gelled hair was now long and a little curly at the edges, the once storm-gray eyes, now looked brown, pale cheeks became rosy and the once boy was now a girl…yup, Draco Malfoy is a now a girl.
It just struck Draco that he couldn’t return to Hogwarts looking like this! He had to find out something…fast! What would happen if the famous Draco Malfoy became a girl and everyone knew? If the famous Draco Malfoy now had brown eyes and long hair? Draco didn’t want to think about it.
He ran to the library.
Draco searched the library for the gold and silver book and found it at what seemed an era.
“Gender changing…gender changing…ahh…changing category…body…face…genial…darn it…aha! Gender changing potion…”
There was always a passage on how to reverse the potion.
“Aha!” he read the passage.
Warning! Gender Changing potion cannot be reversed without powerful magic. When a boy has turned into a girl, there must be a member of the opposite sex (boy, since he is now a girl) who will theoretically fall in love with him and show him factual love. Only then will the potion be reversed, but it is the one to fall in love who is intended to make it. Recipe may be found on the last page. Drinker should avoid pregnancy or else stay that way forever.
“Great,” Draco said. “someone has to fall in love with me.”
Draco realized something.
“SHIT!” he suddenly shouted. “This means I have to go to Hogwarts! I have to get new robes and… what else…”
He realized something else. He’d been realizing a lot lately.
“Oh man! I have to make a new name and get an application for a new house, too!”
He put his head on his hand and sighed.
What if he got sorted into Gryffindor…hmm…visuals came into his mind about Harry Potter…he and Harry friends…he and Harry…mmm…how nice…
Click, click, click.
This took Draco out of his trance made him get a grip. He turned and saw an owl. He recognized it as one of the Hogwarts owls. It was a letter, a package and his booklist. He opened the letter and read:
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
We are aware on how your current condition is and have decided against informing your father about it. We have changed your house, have sent a new pair of robes and have reserved you a seat in the Hogwarts Express. However, we have not decided on your name. We allow you to tell your condition to your NEW friends so that they may help you. For this reason, we have decided your new house to be Gryffindor. Your robes are with the house elves and with this letter are your book list and some new clothes. We would like to inform you that you might start having your menstruation anytime during the day. We suggest ‘napkins’ as what Muggles use. All Hogwarts girl students use them. God Bless and have a good year!
Draco gulped and checked the booklist, he’d give it to a house elf to buy him stuff later. He opened the package and in it, he found a purple blouse, a purple skirt, an orange spaghetti strapped shirt and a pair of jeans. Along with it, obviously, were 10 pairs of underwear and 10 pairs of bras.
Draco took and folded the blouse, skirt, jeans, and spaghetti strap, no problem. He handled the bras and panties, however…a little squeamishly. He took a corner of it and that was all he touched. He rolled his eyes at his squeamishness.
“This must be the potion acting,” Draco said as he carried his clothes to his bedroom. Still, no one saw him.
He put on his blouse and jeans and went downstairs, he’d ask a house-elf for his robes.
He clapped his hands twice.
A house-elf came. “Yes, master?” it said seriously, it didn’t fight back laughter, as if this wasn’t funny at all.
“There was a letter sent to me by the headmaster of Hogwarts informing me that my new robes have arrived considering my current condition. Where are they.”
It was not a question. More of a command to know where they have put his new robes.
The house-elf noticed this difference, that Draco was a girl and observed that he looked much nicer. But his attitude was never going to change. Draco expected the house-elf to stutter by his cold voice, or at least, he tried to make it cold. However…
“They are upstairs, sir. I was ironing them before you came. Would you like them now, or later, sir?”
“Later. And would you be as so kind as to go buy my new needed things in Diagon Alley?”
“Surely, sir.” The house-elf bowed and left.
“Nice house-elf.” Draco commented. He turned on his heel and left the kitchen.
Draco’s heart was pounding. Tomorrow was September first. What if everyone found out about his true identity? What if his friends from Slytherin find out? He gulped…What if Potter found out? He’d probably tease Draco, probably bully him and tell his friends to never speak to him again. So like Potter to do that. But he was a Gryffindor and that changed everything. Gryffindors were too kind for that stuff. And now, Draco was a Gryffindor. What a dim-witted idea! A Malfoy in Gryffindor?! Friends with Potter nonetheless?
He twisted and turned he could not get to sleep. It was impossible. He just put on his robes at 2:00 in the morning and packed his stuff for Hogwarts. That was easy, it was using them that was going to be the problem.
“Ah…” he said, sighing. “Bite me.”
Draco, once again, put his head in his hands. Why did he have to make that potion in the first place? Because of his father. Why was it that all his sorrow and misery always led back to the person that was one of the reasons that he was in this world? His father…trained him for the dark arts…his father…’encouraged’, if that’s what you call it, him to get the Dark Mark…his father…was the reason why Draco was never happy. The reason he only smiled five real smiles and laughed two real laughs in his childhood, what more if he’s an adolescent?
Draco sighed and rubbed his forehead against his hands. What was it that kept him alive and urged him to go through that ordeal every single day of his life? The house-elves? No. His mother? Maybe. Harry Potter? Yes. Harry Potter…the dark haired, green eyed, soft spoken Gryffindor…that was going to be his house-mate…his classmate…his friend…well…probably, anyway. Since they had met in Madame Malkin’s Robes For All Occasions, Draco had always had this little crush for Harry. He had to admit, he’d already had a previous relationship with a guy, Blaise Zabini. But Harry, Harry was different, he was ― he had that ― there was no way to explain it in plain words.
Harry had those eyes, those emerald green eyes that you could just sink in. Such emotional eyes that you could always see if he was lying or really telling the truth. The eyes that had made Draco fall for Harry with ¼ of his heart. Next was that hair, the black unruly hair that Draco couldn’t help but want to get lost in, the jet-black color of darkness which he really did want to get lost in. The hair that had this smell of the aftermath of a Quidditch Match, the smell of a new broomstick and Harry’s trademark smell which was so wonderful that it was indescribable. Harry’s hair that made Dr5aco fall for him with another ¼ of his heart. Third was Harry’s slender form, such a slim form that Draco wanted to touch to feel and to…well…to do other things. This was all Draco needed to get another quarter of his heart falling, oh no? Or oh yes? Last was that lightning bolt scar that Harry tried to hide to keep people from gaping at his forehead. The small slash that made him famous, that scar was how Draco had known, met and teased Harry. It made Draco fall for him with another ¼ of his heart. As these things happened, Draco crush on Harry quickly turned into obsession, even when he wasn’t a girl yet. He had always secretly watched Harry at potions class only to duck his head back to the chopping board when Harry looked up. All the ingredients mixed with liking Harry’s personality equals Draco’s whole heart and a lot more falling for Harry’s…well, Harry’s everything.
Draco shook his head and looked up; it was 6:00 in the morning.
“Whoa, that required a lot of thought. Three and a half hours to complete my thoughts (Draco spent half an hour fixing his trunk and spent only seconds putting on his robe)…about…Grr…why him of all people?! Why Potter?”
He stood up and kicked his bedside table as hard as he could. He ignored the pain that went up his leg like electricity and punched the wall, he, once again, ignored the pain and his injured left hand.
“Damn shitting fuck,” he said, linking all swear words in one.
He shook his head again and quickly grabbed his wand from the table and shut the door.
“I cannot think of Harry Potter Like this! It’s irritating! Who wants to think of the Boy Who bloody Lived anyway? He’s always so irritating and mysterious; he’s too nice for Merlin’s sake!”
Draco moaned and went to the kitchen is search of something to distract him, and something to eat. He opened the refrigerator. Green pickles…Harry’s Eyes…
Scare Cereal, which contained plastic body parts. Scare Cereal…Scar Cereal…Harry’s Scar…
On the far corner was some bundle wrapped in aluminum foil…how mysterious this was…just like…
Draco closed the door of the refrigerator shut; it slammed with a ‘bang!’ He’d just look for something to drink in the cupboard. Harry lived in a…
Coffee, Draco always wanted to know how coffee tasted like. It just looked so nice; that jet black color, that magical aroma. It was as if he was drinking…
“What do I have to do to get Harry fucking Potter out of my fucking mind?!”
He closed the cupboard and went back upstairs. He was going now and alone.
When Draco got back upstairs, he put a spell on his trunk to follow him and it floated somewhere behind him. As he got back downstairs, Draco reached for the door, expecting someone to ask him why he was leaving so early, and as always, someone did.
“Master Draco, sir,” A house-elf said. “Would you like some breakfast before you leave sir?”
Draco was surprised just because the house-elf called him sir even if he wasn’t a ‘sir’ anymore.
“No,” Draco said politely. “No thank you.”
“Yes, sir.” He said. “Have a happy trip.” And closed the door.
Draco sighed. “Watch out Hogwarts.”
As Draco reached platform 9 ¾, it was half past nine. He went inside the train to see that no one was there yet. He found his reserved seat and, well, sat down. He waited for what seemed like eternity for someone to arrive. When nine fifty-five came around, someone knocked on Draco’s door which surprised him since there was a sign outside that said ‘reserved’.
“Um, excuse me,” it was the Mudblood and she had background sounds.
“I’m telling you, Harry, this is stupid! It’s reserved! Can’t you read?”
“Shut up, Ron. Hermione’s trying already, can’t you wait, all the other compartments are full! Even―”
“It’s all Crabbe and Goyle’s fault! Why’d they have to be so damn big anyway?!”
Draco was interested at what Harry and Ron had to say, but they were cut off by Granger.
“Shut up! Sorry about that,” she said, turning to Draco with a smile.
Draco nodded. “Anyway, may we share this compartment with you? Everywhere else is full.”
“Oh,” Draco said, trying to sound as friendly as possible. “Sure, no problem.”
“So, uh,” Harry started conversation after ten minutes of silence. Everyone turned to him. “What’s your name?”
“M-my-my name?” Draco stuttered. “It’s-uh-it’s…”
“Hey, Harry,” Ron cut in, obviously not listening.
“Wanna go to the bathroom wimme?”
“Yeah, sure. Let’s continue this when we get back, okay?” he said, turning to Draco.
“Excuse me,” Hermione said as the boys left. “You seem to have short-term memory, forgetting your name. What’s your real name?”
She obviously knew something was up.
“Okay, listen, Granger. I know this is going to sound stupid, but I’m Draco, Draco Malfoy.”
Hermione gasped and put her hand to her mouth. Then she said one word that led Draco to his doom. “Explain.”
“It’s a long story. First I wanted to make a genial potion for dad. But after a few days, I noticed I was doing the wrong page, but I continued to do it and I didn’t look at the name because I didn’t want to know what it was and ―”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Hermione said, waving her hand. Her eyes were wide with shock and she was a little pale. She was rubbing her temples. “You mean to tell, me, uh, Draco, that you didn’t look at the name, but – but you drank it anyway? And just because you were scared what it would to turn out to be, need I point out?!”
“Look, Granger,” Draco said, narrowing his eyes. “What’s done is done and there’s nothing you can do to change it. And your pointing useless stuff out is not helping the situation. What I need now is a new name and you to keep this as a secret, knowing how insensitive your two friends are, their bound to run around Hogwarts screaming that I’m a girl to the universe. So, what?”
“We can start by picking your name…” Hermione said, smiling.
“Oh boy.” Draco said, throwing himself backwards.
“Oh, come now, I’m real good at choosing names, I’ll have you know. It has to be something that starts with ‘D’ so that when they find out who you are, they won’t be shocked.”
“What?” Draco said, putting a hand behind his ear. “I don't think I heard you right, Granger. ‘When’ they find out? Are you implying that you’re actually going to tell them that I’m Draco?”
“Well, they’ll have to notice sooner or later, won’t they Malfoy.”
“But let them find out on their own! Don’t you go spreading rumors!”
“I’m not the type, Malfoy. Anyway, back to your name before Harry and Ron come back. How about Dina?”
“It was just a suggestion! Dorry?”
“Malfoy! What’s your problem?! You want a name that’s longer than Dina, shorter than Dorothy, less flowery than Daisy, weaker than Donna, more outgoing than Debbie, newer than Dianne, more interesting than Dorry, tougher than Daniella, more unique than Danica, more common than Donalyn and it all has to start with the letter ‘D’! And to top it all of, all I can understand you not liking is Draca since it’s too obvious. Sheesh Malfoy, is that really you being picky or is it the potion who’s talking?!”
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