Okay so here I am again. I know you're waiting for chapters of other stories and now that I finally have a break from UNI I'm trying to get to them but I found this the other day in my computer and thought I'd post it as a celebration of finally finishing my last ever exam YAY! Anyway It could be a one off or I could add another part to it depending on the response I get, let me know if you like it and if you do I'll write another part.

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When Hermione's angry...Run!

He had to be crazy…nuts in fact, there was no other reason why he would be out doing this. Well, that's not entirely true, he was doing this for a very good reason actually - he just couldn't help feeling like he'd lost the plot anyway.

Slytherin parties were not the place for Gryffindores, particularly when your name was Harry Potter, but Harry was desperate, he couldn't carry on like this any longer.

If only he'd moved just a little to the left like Ron had all those weeks ago, then he wouldn't be in this predicament. He'd never considered himself slow, but his opinion had changed drastically that day and he'd cursed himself hourly for his slowness regardless of the number of people who tried to convince him that his current predicament wasn't his fault. They were half right however, it wasn't entirely his fault. It was Ron and Hermione's as well and he made sure to remind them of that every chance he got.

"Hey, baby, you wanna dance?" a voice slurred from beside him and he turned to find a very drunk, very ugly, Slytherin leering at him from less than two feet away.

Harry did his best not to cringe as he politely declined and slipped away into the crowd as quickly as he could. This was a nightmare, how the hell was he supposed to do this?

As soon as he was safely out of the drunk's line of sight he stopped and leaned against the closest wall allowing himself a moment to breathe. He wasn't sure how yet but he was going to get Hermione and Ron back for this if it was the last thing he did.

"Are you all right, love?" a feminine voice asked from beside him and he looked round to find Pansy Parkinson looking at him concerned. She looked lovely but now wasn't the time to tell her.

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you," he replied with a friendly, and he hoped reassuring, smile.

"All right," she replied and continued on her way.

Wow, maybe she was nicer than Harry thought.

He watched her go and sighed, he was almost Slytherin in his lying ability. He wasn't fine, he was anything but fine and he wasn't going to be fine until this was all over.

Groaning internally at his own weakness he slid down to the floor, in the shadows, and buried his face in his hands. This wasn't fair, how the hell was he supposed to do this now…he'd never done it before now?

His mind wandered back to that awful day a month ago when all of this had started and he tried not to groan at the memory.

Ron, Hermione and himself were sitting in the Gryffindor common room doing homework. Well, they were supposed to be, instead Ron and Hermione were arguing about the difference between men and women and how Ron thought women were difficult. Harry had been trying to ignore them and he'd been about to get up and leave them to argue alone when Hermione had gotten so angry she'd hurled a curse at Ron. Ron had been fortunate enough to move out of the way, Harry … well … wasn't.

When Harry had regained consciousness Hermione and Ron were looking at him sheepishly and before he could ask what had happened he'd caught sight of himself in a patch of reflective surface … and proceeded to scream in a very girly fashion. That would have been incredibly embarrassing under normal circumstances, at that moment however it was completely normal because Harry had been turned into a girl.

Hermione and Ron had grabbed his invisibility cloak and smothered him in it before slipping him through the school to Madame Pomphrey. He'd been examined by her as well as McGonagalland Dumbledore –although thankfully not Snape – and they'd determined that the hex could not be reversed. Before Harry could panic however Pomphrey had come up with an idea.

Hermione had cursed Ron wanting him to understand what it was like to be female; perhaps the curse would end once Harry had experienced life as a female for a while. Harry had clung to the hope that the mediwitch was right because he could not spend the rest of his life as a woman.

So Hermione had gone out of her way to make sure he had every female experience possible enlisting the help of Ginny and Luna. He'd been shopping, swimming, had a "girl talk" and a slumber party, he'd had his nails painted and his hair done, he'd had a massage, he'd even dressed up, worn makeup and gone out for a "girl's night out". He swore he'd been through every female emotion within the first day only to find out there were more with each day that passed after that. Honestly, how did girls live like this?

Four weeks down the track and having had no contact with anyone outside Luna, Ginny and Hermione - since he refused to let anyone else see him like this - he was sure he'd experienced everything there was to do as a girl and he still hadn't changed back. He was beginning to think it was hopeless, then Hermione had come to him with an idea … one that he didn't like one bit.

He'd experienced everything there was to experience as a girl except for two things; love and sex.

He disagreed with the first one; he knew what it felt like to be loved and love another and those feelings hadn't changed when he'd become a girl. The second part however he had not experienced … ever.

So, with that in mind, he'd gone shopping with Hermione for an outfit she thought he looked 'hot' in and had his hair and makeup done before heading over to the Slytherin dorm for the party everyone knew they were throwing that night. He had figured it would be the best place to find someone to 'cure his problem' so to speak, seeing as it was Slytherin and he was sure half the revellers at least would be drunk.

So here he was; all dressed up, ready to pull. The only problem was he was scared out of his mind and even though Hermione had warned him that he was going to be nothing could have prepared him for how truly scared he was. That and he honestly couldn't find anyone in the room that he'd want to pull, the thought of any of them touching him at that moment made him feel ill.

He lifted his head up once more, suddenly remembering his makeup, and pulled out the pocket mirror Hermione had given him to check that he hadn't ruined it. The lighting was terrible but he couldn't see any smudges so he put the mirror away and stood up. He had to do this and avoiding it wasn't going to help anything. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and picked a direction deciding that he would choose whoever was in his line of sight and just go for it. Steeling himself he opened his eyes and immediately felt a thrill pulse through him along with a healthy dose of fear.

Standing directly in his line of sight was none other than the Slytherin ice prince himself, Draco Malfoy.

Well, wasn't that just the luck?

Draco would never go for Harry, and regardless of how much that thought gnawed at Harry he knew it was true. Despite all their fighting and arguments Harry had always been enamoured with Draco. The first moment he'd laid eyes on the other boy he'd wanted him. Of course it had taken him quite a while to admit it to himself and he'd never tell anyone else, but it was most certainly there, and honestly, if he had his choice of anyone in the entire school to help him through his current predicament he would pick Draco in a heartbeat. Even if the Slytherin had no idea who he was with Harry would still have a night with the ice prince to look back on and smile, he really wanted that.

Still, that wasn't going to happen. Draco had girls lining up around the block for his attention he was hardly going to give it to Harry even if he looked like a girl at the moment. With a sigh he turned away intending on looking for someone new and possibly attainable to set his eyes on only to stop when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. Well, maybe he wouldn't have to look after all.

He turned around to see if the person currently touching him was at least a little bit attractive to him and found himself face to face with the object of his affection.

Oh bugger!

Draco smiled a real, honest to goodness smile, not a smirk – Harry was sure it was the loveliest thing he'd ever seen - and held his hand out to Harry. "Hi there, would you like to dance?" Draco purred.

'Yes, yes, oh my god yes!' the words flew unbidden into Harry's head and since he didn't trust them not to come flying out of his mouth if he attempted to speak he simply nodded and took the Slytherin's hand with a smile of his own.

Draco's smile grew wider and he led Harry out onto the dance floor. As soon as they found an open spot Draco drew him close and they began to move. Harry hadn't even noticed what kind of music was playing until Draco began to lead him in a slow, romantic dance but he certainly wasn't complaining. They swayed to the music cheek to cheek and Harry could feel himself melting in the Slytherin's strong embrace. After a few seconds he closed his eyes and allowed the movement and the music to sweep him away along with Draco's intoxicating scent that surrounded him like a cloud of seductive mist.

The song felt like it lasted forever, but at the same time it felt like it ended too quickly and before Harry knew what was happening Draco was pulling away from him. He barely managed to fight back a whimper of disappointment as the other boys lovely heat disappeared from him along with that wonderful scent and he looked up into the Slytherin's lovely grey eyes afraid that he was going to thank Harry for the dance and walk away. Harry was struggling to think of what he could say to keep Draco there when the Slytherin spoke.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Yes, thank you," Harry answered a little too quickly and cursed himself mentally hoping he didn't seem too eager.

If Draco noticed he gave no indication. He took Harry's hand and led him over to the bar the Slytherin's had set up at one end of the common room. When they got there he asked what Harry wanted and Harry asked the Slytherin for a lemonade. Draco ordered both their drinks and handed Harry his before taking his hand again and leading him out of the main room and into a quieter corridor with a very comfortable looking couch, probably the one which usually resided in the common room, pressed up against the wall. Draco offered Harry a seat before slipping gracefully down beside him.

"So," the Slytherin began once they were settled. "What's your name?"

Oh bugger! Harry hadn't thought that far ahead figuring whoever he ended up hooking up with wouldn't care. He racked his brain for a moment before saying the first name that came into his head. "Hannah."

Draco raised his eyebrows and studied Harry for a moment. "Hannah?" he asked sounding a little surprised.

Harry fought not to panic while at the same time cursing himself mentally. Hannah was as muggle name what the hell had he been thinking? "Yes, Hannah," he replied thankful that his voice didn't shake. "My parents were a little on the different side," he continued the lie hoping the Slytherin would buy it.

After a few moments Draco nodded a small smile touching his lips. "All right, Hannah, I'm Draco, it's nice to meet you," he replied holding his hand out.

Harry shook his hand and took a sip of his drink to calm himself before replying. "It's nice to meet you too."

"So which house do you belong to?" Draco asked. "I know you're not a Slytherin."

"Actually I'm a Gryffindor, is that a problem?" Harry asked figuring he should keep the story as close to the truth as he could so he wouldn't have to remember too many lies and hoping like hell Draco wouldn't stop talking to him because of it.

To his surprise and relief Draco shook his head. "No, it's an open party, we didn't invite any other houses to the event but we're not going to kick anyone out who happens to turn up. Half the Slytherin's out there are too drunk to tell who's who by now anyway," he replied with a grin.

Harry chuckled, "I noticed," he replied, "I also notice you're not though," he added curiously.

Draco shook his head, "No, I like to keep command of my faculties. You never know what might happen and it's best to be prepared for any eventuality. Besides, I don't need alcohol to have fun. I'd much rather watch the rest of them make idiots of themselves and remember it in the morning to make fun of them than end up being one of those lying on the couch feeling sorry for myself and having no idea what I did the night before," he replied.

"I have to agree with you there," Harry agreed.

For a moment it was silent while they both took a sip of their drinks, then Draco spoke again.

"So, tell me more about you, Hannah, what are your favourite subjects at school?" he asked.

"Well, actually…"

The pair spent the next little while talking about themselves and Harry was shocked to find he had more in common with the Slytherin than he'd originally suspected. He did his best to tell the truth as much as possible and whenever possible turned the conversation to Draco rather than himself. When their drinks were finished they headed back out to the dance floor to dance a little more.

Several hours, lots of dancing, lemonade, talking –with Draco on his own as well as with some of his other friends- and games with the group later saw Harry wrapped up in Draco's warm arms swaying in time to another soft melody. When this one ended Draco pulled back just enough to take Harry's face gently in his hand and tilt it up so they were gazing into each other's eyes.

"May I kiss you, Hannah?" the Slytherin's lovely voice washed over him and Harry had to fight back a shudder of pleasure as he nodded.

Draco closed the gap between them and as the Slytherin's lips brushed against his own Harry had to fight not to groan in pleasure. Draco's lips were so soft and warm and the Slytherin's fingers were so gentle as they cupped his face, the thumb softly grazing the skin of his cheek. It was all too soon that the kiss ended and Harry once more had to fight back a whimper of disappointment at the loss of contact.

His feelings must have been obvious in his eyes however as Draco chuckled quietly and whispered, "Don't' worry, I'm not going anywhere," before bringing his lips back down to Harry's.

This time Draco's lips moved over his for a few moments before Harry felt the Slytherin's tongue gently brush against his lower lip seeking entry. Harry immediately granted the Slytherin access and soon Draco's tongue was softly stroking his own and mapping crevices of his mouth. Harry kissed him back, sliding his hands up around Draco's neck and pulling his currently female body closer to the Slytherin's.

Draco purred quietly in response and wrapped his free arm around Harry's waist pulling him closer still. Harry gasped in surprise and pleasure and kissed Draco harder. They pulled away after a few moments, both of them breathless, and Draco leant his forehead against Harry's. They stayed like that for a few moments, Harry not wanting to open his eyes in case he found out it was all a dream. Eventually Draco spoke again and it was barely above a whisper.

"Do you want to go back to your dorm tonight or stay with me?" he asked.

Harry opened his eyes and looked up into Draco's lovely, grey orbs. The Slytherin had never been easy to read but right now Harry would have to have been a complete moron not to see what the ice prince wanted. That was fine, he wanted the same. "I want to stay with you," he replied honestly and a small smile flickered across Draco's lips before the Slytherin was kissing him once more.

Harry kissed him back, desire flowing through every molecule of his being. This was really going to happen, he was really going to spend the night with Draco Malfoy, the Ice prince of Slytherin, the very thought made him feel light headed and weak in the knees.

A few moments later Draco broke off the kiss and moved his lips to Harry's ear. "Hold on tight," he whispered and Harry did as he was bid just moments before he felt the floor disappear from beneath him only to reappear moments later. For a few seconds he was confused about what had happened, then he realized he was in a different room than he had been previously. Candles began to flicker to life around them and within seconds Harry realized he was in the Slytherin prefect's room, Draco's room, almost identical to his own except green and black in colour rather than the red and gold.

Draco allowed Harry a moment to orient himself before his lips returned to Harry's and began to devour him once more. Harry kissed him back with abandon sliding his fingers up into Draco's lovely, platinum locks and marvelling not only at how soft they were but also the fact that he was doing it at all. He gripped the platinum silk softly in his fingers and he heard Draco purr softly in response before deepening the kiss.

The next time they broke for air Draco's lips moved from Harry's down to his neck gently kissing and nipping the skin of his throat all the way down to his collar bone and back up before moving on to the other side. Harry moaned and whimpered in pleasure throwing his head back and gripping the Slytherin's hair more tightly.

Draco purred louder all but crushing Harry's body to his own with the arm around his waist while the other supported Harry's head as he attacked his throat.

"Oh god, Draco," Harry heard himself moan just moments before a possessive snarl escaped from the Slytherin and Harry suddenly found himself lifted into Draco's arms and carried over to the bed. He was expecting Draco to dump them both down on it and attack Harry immediately, he was more than a little surprised when instead Draco lowered him gently down onto his back before crawling onto the bed beside him. He wrapped one arm around Harry and pulled him close before gently stroking his long, black, curly hair away from his face, cupping Harry's face in his soft, alabaster hand and slowly lowering his lips back down to Harry's.

The kiss was so gentle it sent tingles of desire through Harry's body causing him to shiver. In response Draco pulled him closer and stroked Harry's cheek gently with his thumb. After a few moments Draco pulled back from the kiss and gazed into Harry's eyes, his lovely grey orbs smouldering with desire but also holding more affection than Harry had ever thought he'd see from the normally cold, cruel Slytherin.

"You're so beautiful," Draco purred and Harry felt himself gasp as the words washed over him bringing with them another surge of desire. He wanted to reply but all he could do right at that moment was pull Draco down into another long kiss.

The rest of the night turned into a wonderful blur for Harry. Everything Draco did was perfect; from the way he kissed, to the way he held Harry just the way he wanted, to the way he found every erogenous zone in Harry's body and teased it, and finally to the way he slowly and gently buried himself inside Harry and brought him to his peak over and over.

When Harry had come out that night he'd been intending on getting what he needed and leaving, he hadn't banked on being too tired to move when it was over nor had he banked on getting what he needed from the boy he'd wanted to touch his entire life. As Draco pulled him close and kissed him goodnight drawing the covers softly over their still naked bodies Harry realized that at any moment he could change back to his male form and Draco would probably hex him into oblivion. Right at that moment however, he was too tired, too content and far too comfortable to care.

XX

The next morning Harry awoke with a soft smile on his face, still wrapped up in Draco's warm, strong arms and surrounded by the Slytherin's lovely scent. That smile quickly faded however when he remembered what he'd come out last night to do and the result that was supposed to come of it. Terrified of what he might find he looked down at his body and fought not to gasp. The female body he'd been living in for the past few weeks was gone replaced by the stronger, more solid, male form he'd been born to.

Seems Hermione had been right again.

Trying not to move too much he looked up at Draco to see if the other boy was awake and just waiting for Harry to wake up so he could feel it when Draco hexed him into oblivion. He froze when his eyes encountered the beautiful, sleep tousled and still very much unconscious face of the Slytherin ice prince. He didn't know how it was possible but somehow the boy looked even more beautiful with his hair not so pristine, his eyes closed and his lovely lips relaxed into a soft smile.

Without thinking Harry reached out and brushed a lock of Draco's hair out of his face, smiling at how natural it felt to be doing it. Draco was so beautiful, and so lovely in ways Harry had never imagined. He'd been so gentle with him the night before, so warm and caring, so giving; Harry had never felt so special in his life.

Then, reality hit Harry like a brick to the face and he jerked his hand away, his smile dying completely. What the hell was he doing? He couldn't lie here like this with Draco, smiling like an idiot and touching him like he owned him. He had to get out of there before the Slytherin woke up and realized what had really happened.

He gently extricated himself from Draco's arms, careful not to wake him, and gathered up his clothes not wanting to leave anything behind that could point to him. He could only imagine the look that would be on Draco's face if he ever found out who he'd really been with last night. He paused in the middle of his cleaning up process when his vision started to blur and it was only then that he realized he was starting to cry.

He'd wanted to be with Draco since the first moment he understood what attraction was and now he had. He'd expected to be happy about it, he should be happy about it, but he wasn't, because it had all been a lie. Draco didn't know he'd been with Harry he thought he'd been spending the night with a nice, young girl and if he ever found out otherwise he'd hate Harry even more than he already did. It really shouldn't bother Harry seeing as Draco already hated him but it did, it bothered him a great deal. Not only had he used Draco for his own ends, he'd also deceived the boy he loved.

Wait a minute, where did that come from? He didn't love him did he? He was more than a little startled to realize he did love Draco and he had for a long time despite all their arguing.

He choked back a sob as the tears slipped from his eyes and down his face. He loved Draco Malfoy. He loved him and yet he'd used him and lied to him, what kind of an asshole was he? Feeling lower than dirt Harry finished picking up his stuff and pulled his wand out of the spot he'd hidden it in the dress he'd been wearing the previous night.

He knew he should stay and tell Draco the truth but he couldn't. Not only would Draco want to hex Harry he'd also feel horrible about what had happened last night. Harry couldn't stand the idea of Draco scowling and yelling at him about how dirty he felt having slept with Harry, it would hurt too much, but more than that if Draco had enjoyed last night as much as Harry had then telling him the truth would only ruin that for him and Harry didn't want that. One of them should be able to remember last night with fondness. No, Draco couldn't find out; it would hurt them both far too much.

With one last look at the Sleeping Slytherin, Harry closed his eyes and apparated himself back to his room. As soon as he reappeared he dropped all the clothes on the floor, ordered the painting of Godrick Gryffindor not to let anyone in and crawled into bed, pulling the covers up over his head and sobbing brokenly. He didn't know which felt worse, the fact that he'd used the boy he loved or the fact that he'd never have the Slytherin ice prince as his own. Either way he felt worse than he ever had in his life and suddenly found himself hating Hermione and Ron more than he had the day this whole mess started.

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The end

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