A/N: WOW! Thanks for opening this story- and I apologize if you find it a little rough. I wrote this many months ago (it is complete) and only now have I decided to upload, even though I previously was unhappy with it. I would appreciate some reviews, and again thank you for reading! ~Phoebe
It was before breakfast when a loud yell startled the Slytherin common room. Girls jumped and squealed and all heads turned to the boy's dormitories where the scream had resonated from. The green and silver clad students were frozen for a suspended moment of time, when a blonde figure appeared at the common room door.
Her hands gripped her dishevelled blonde hair that hung below her shoulders and her delicate mouth open in a shocked, soundless scream. The common room was too stunned to move, until one girl found her voice and broke the silence.
"Fuck Draco," Pansy Parkinson breathed. She was Malfoy's closest friend - if Malfoy admittedly had friends. "Someone got you with a gender switch spell."
Draco's pale blue eyes burned, creating a quite ravishing look on his new features. The room was suddenly filled with cat-calls and hoots, even yells from the female students. Malfoy glowered in the doorway before turning on his heels and raced back up the stairs.
Pansy joined him in his room nearly instantly, joined by seventh year Viola Darlings. Viola had long brown hair braided down her back and somehow she and Pansy had formed a comfortable existence together even though they'd both held positions as popular girls in their respective grades. They locked the door behind themselves and both dropped onto his bed. The other beds in Draco's room were unused, since neither Crabbe nor Goyle had returned. Neither could return.
Malfoy glanced away from the full length mirror for a second. "What's she doing here?"
Pansy huffed, rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as if doing just one wasn't effective enough. "Because it looks like her tits are the right size," she said.
Malfoy jumped around, stumbling backwards slightly when he realised Viola had already removed her tie and was working on her shirt buttons. "Wha- What are you doing?"
"Honestly Draco," Pansy sighed. "Have you seen yourself?"
"Have I fucking seen myself?" He snapped, spinning back to mirror. He stared at his large blue eyes and blonde hair hanging from his head. His face shape had become slightly rounder, and he felt shorter by an inch or two. He pinched one of his cheeks and bit down on his lips.
"Oh you are such a gay," Pansy exclaimed, jumping up beside him. "Look down!"
Draco did, and startled himself. Boobs! There were breasts on his chest: underneath his grey sweatshirt was a pair of them, sitting there so casually.
"Oh fucking hell!" Draco yelled, jumping backwards. Of course, his boobs moved with him, seeing as they were permanently attached. "What is this?" He looked sharply, at Pansy. "Who the hell did this?"
She shrugged, utterly unhelpful as always. "Someone who hates you?"
"Bloody big list that is," he muttered, pressing his fingers against his eyes. He grabbed his arms and dug in his nails. "Who should I go see?"
Viola stood, her shirt and tie back in place and a petite purple bra with grey lace in her hands. "Maybe McGonagall?"
Draco stared at the bra. He was not putting that on.
"It's a charm," Pansy argued. "Flitwick."
Draco hesitantly took the bra from Viola's outstretched hand, blood rising in his ears.
"But McGonagall's Headmistress and the Transfiguration Professor. She'll fix it." Viola glanced at him and his slightly trembling hands. "Okay, Draco, let me help you with that."
Before he could speak she snatched the bra back and pushed him around so he had his back to her. Viola pushed the sleeves of his shoulders, pushed his arms through the straps and clasped it behind his back.
"There, baby." Viola glanced at Pansy. "He'll need actual clothes."
"I'm not wearing a skirt," Draco quickly said. He shifted the uncomfortable thing around his chest before opening his closet and pulling out his uniform. "This'll be fixed before breakfast is over."
Draco pulled his pants on, grabbing a belt to secure them tighter and higher than usual and clumsily put on his shirt. Viola and Pansy stared critically.
"Do you mind?" He snapped.
Pansy shrugged, and shared one of her female glances with Viola. "He isn't that intimidating when his voice his so cute." Viola nodded, looking him up and down and making his cheeks burn angrily.
"Well, I'm going," Draco said as he pulled on his shoes. Pansy and Viola appeared behind him as he opened the door and strode down the corridor.
While the common room might have normally been half empty by now, instead it was filled with nearly every student from first year to repeating seventh years (also known as eighth years). As soon as he strode in, the calls and yells picked up again.
"Rocking body, Malfoy!"
"I'd tap that!"
"Hey hot stuff." Zabini appeared by his side with a wink as Draco crossed the room through the crowd. "Looking cute, Draco."
Draco shoved him away, glaring at the cheeky smile still on his lips. He was closing in on the door, but the girl leaning beside his exit unsettled him. He sped his pace and reached out for the handle.
Angela pushed her cropped, blonde hair from her eyes to obviously look him up and down. Her tongue brushed over her bottom lip. "I wouldn't mind if you stayed that way, Draco." She winked. "Hit me up if you decide too."
Draco could have torn the door from its hinges when he yanked it back and began to sprint down the corridor. The roar of Angela's laugh and the laugh of the whole common room still echoed in his ears as he sped past bewildered portraits.
Despite the situation though, some part of Draco was laughing too. This was the Slytherin house's best event of the year, after enduring several months of corridor murmurs, inter-house rows, and unsavoury hexes. Draco Malfoy becoming a girl had probably united his house for one brief day- or even one week- of good humoured stories and jokes.
For a moment Draco felt pleased.
And as he rounded a corner and leaped up the first step of a stairwell he thought 'Fuck it all.'
At the top of the stairs, three Gryffindors halted and very nearly dropped their bags in surprise. Draco's eyes fixated on the boy on the right, his hair a disgraceful mess and his eyes wider than… Draco forgot what he was thinking as he stared into those green eyes.
Harry Potter gripped the hand rail on the staircase. "Draco Malfoy?" He uttered slowly, realisation dawning on his face as he looked him up and down.
"Bloody Merlin," Ron Weasley whispered. "Malfoy?"
Malfoy snapped his gaze away from Potter and squared his shoulder, conscious of how it made his chest stick out. Why now? He was so close to McGonagall's office, and these bloody three appeared from thin air.
In the silence, Potter licked his lips, and Draco tensed for his comments, his remarks and teases and promises that everyone would hear. (Everyone was going to hear anyway though, granted the reception he'd had in the common room).
"Who did it?" Harry asked, voice strangely void of scorn or mockery.
Draco blinked and cleared his throat in shock. "No idea," he said with a dry mouth.
Granger gave a concerned glance at Weasley, who couldn't seem to tear his gaze from Malfoy's breasts.
"You sure?" Potter looked at him critically.
Draco looked at his feet and climbed the staircase, trying to pretend and hoping they would move out of his way. When he stopped one step below them, they hadn't. He really shouldn't have expected any less from the trio which saved the wizarding world.
Potter waited patiently- or stubbornly- until Draco could raise his eyes to his. "I don't know who did it," he said with conviction.
They stared for a long moment, until Granger coughed slightly and subtly jabbed Weasley with her elbow. She gave him a sympathetic tilt of the head.
"Your hair looks lovely," she told him awkwardly, pulling Harry to the side. Draco stared at her until her cheeks were bright red and she was staring at the ground.
"Um… thank you." The words slipped from his lips. Hiding his own shock, he took off up the last step and down the corridor. Potter, Weasley and Granger stood stunned for a minute, gathering their muddled senses as they watched the bobbing hair of a shapely, cute female Malfoy disappear.
When he had rounded the corner the three looked at each other, struggling to find words. Ron appeared in shock.
"That's a new one," Hermione finally managed to say. "That definitely doesn't happen every day."
"That doesn't happen in a million years," Ron whimpered. "I'll never get rid of that image."
Hermione patted his shoulder gently, giving Harry a wondering what-are-you-thinking look.
Harry just shook his head. "I wasn't prepared for that this morning."