Author's Notes : Hi! So I was in need of a Drarry fanfic and…here it is! :D Hope you'll like it ! Plus, it'll be comical, I tell ya :P! Enjoy ;)!
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A Secret Well-Kept
Chapter 1. Self-Questioning
The class was silent. Everybody was concentrated trying to follow Snape's strict instructions for the making of the newly-learned potion.
Draco had problems, though. He had many quick furtive glances at the instructions in his schoolbook which he followed closely with his index finger, then he clumsily manipulated the phials into the cauldron placed on the desk in front of him. He stopped, after a few uncertain additions to his cauldron to look at Harry. He was tro tables away from him but Draco could see him well through his sad eyes. Harry had always been one of his main preoccupations and a mystery to him…
Today's potion class was about a somewhat difficult potion; it permitted people to age a few years for a certain period of time. Though the idea of aging up wasn't quite a good one to Draco, he still wanted a good mark for this one and a continuity into showing off his intelligence.
After and undetermined moment spent by staring at Harry, he shook himself and dropped the last required ingredients into his boiling cauldron. It was noe black and bubbluing at some places as he stirred it.
''Quite a good potion. But you could have done better, Mr. Malfoy…'' said Snape as he came to observe Draco's progresses. ''5 points to Slythering.''
Draco smiled. He was putting his school things back in his bag as Snape walked up to the chalkboard to write on it the homework for the next class.
The blonde boy wrote it down in his agenda before leaving, his potions book held firmly against his chest.
He couldn't stop thinking about Harry as he walked toward the Slytherins' common room near the potions class. He knew Harry didn't care about his achivements. He had never cared! He never would! And somehow, as strange as it may sound, this hit Malfoy's heart…
Suddenly, his potions textbook fell flat on the cold ground of the dungeons. It was open, as Malfoy could see.
''P.176… The gender-switch potion.'' Read Malfoy, thoughtfully in his mind.'' A gender-switch potion, huh?''
''This is curious…!'' he said.
He felt someone looking at him and quickly turned his head. He saw a young Gryffindor staring at him as if he were crazy.
''Hey! What are you looking at, stupid?'' shouted Malfoy.
The boy turned his head pretty rapidly and was now shaking. Malfoy sneered then kept on reading while he walked towards his common room.
''When taken and well-prepared, this gender-switch potion permits someone for a limited amount of time to transform into what he or she would have looked if born as the other gender.''
''Humpf! Interesting.'' said Malfoy as he dropped the textbook onto his nighttable.