AN: I do not own HP or any of the characters.
This story will probably be very different from what you expect but I'm gratefull that you decided to give this a try. The storyline will be mainly the same as the books with onlysome scene's that are changed.
IF THINGS ARE NOT MENTIONED OR QUICKLY SKIPPED OVER IT MEANS THAT THEY HAVEN'T CHANGED FROM THE BOOKS!
I got the idea that if Draco had been a girl his actions would have been seen very differently by the fans. Nobody likes a stuck up boy but stuck of girls on the other hand are perceived as cute. I tried to find a story to read like this with just some altered scene's but couldn't found one. I kept wondering how everything would be different and eventually decided to give it a shot. It's just a try to see if people are interested in this. If the HP community isn't then I probably won't finish writing this. I'm very curious for your responses so have fun reading/reviewing!
Chapter 1: The beginning of the new year
Harry stood nervously in front of Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. Hagrid had gone for a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron since he hated the Gringotts carts so much and he still looked a bit sick.
He didn't really want to get his uniform fitted alone but swallowed and pushed the door open anyway.
Madam Malkin immediately came to greet him, she was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.
"Hogwarts, clear." she said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here - a young woman being fitted up just now, in fact. " In the back of the shop a girl was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up her long black robes. She looked quite uncommon, and as Madam Malkin told him to stand on a stool and slipped a long robe over his head so she could pin it to the right length, he found himself studying her.
He guessed she was probably the same age as him but since she barely reached 4 feet 5 and quite slender he might have guessed her younger. She had a pointed face but he couldn't deny she was really good-looking. Her face was pointed and with her pale skin(even her cheeks didn't support even a dash of colour), soft grey eyes and long, sleek platinum-blond hair that reached her lower back and looked incredibly white in the lighting, he almost wondered if someone had managed to magically turn of her colour. He had to admit though even if she wasn't being broadcasted in colour she was undeniably gorgeous and he could feel his face heat up when her eyes rested on him too.
"Hello," said the girl, "Hogwarts, too."
"Yes," said Harry.
Her eyes seemed to take him in completely and when she fixed her light-grey eyes on his green ones he found by some power that he couldn't look away. "My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said the girl. She had a bored, drawling yet smooth voice and he seemed to have lost her attention somewhat as she broke eye-contact with him. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow." Harry noticed that her eyes shone brightly with mischief and with a shudder he was reminded of his cousin. "Have you got your own broom?" the girl went on.
"No," said Harry.
"Play Quidditch at all?" She curiously questioned.
"No," Harry said again, wondering what on earth Quidditch could be.
"I do - Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"
"No," said Harry, feeling more stupid by the minute.
"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been" Her lips formed a thin line and unexpectedly her light eyes that had been so brewing with mischief turn into a dull stone-grey colour and hardened as she narrowed them. "imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
"Mmm," said Harry, wishing he could say something a bit more interesting to the girl.
"I say, look at that man!" said the girl suddenly, nodding toward the front window. Hagrid was standing there, grinning at Harry and pointing at two large ice creams to show he couldn't come in.
"That's Hagrid," said Harry, pleased to know something she didn't. "He works at Hogwarts."
"Oh," said the girl as she lifted an elegant finger to her lips, "I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?"
"He's the gamekeeper," said Harry.
"Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage - lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."
"I think he's brilliant," said Harry coldly. He was liking the girl less and less every second and already the dazzling first impression she had made on him crumbled.
"Do you?" said the girl, a slight sneer danced on her lips now and was clear in her voice. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"
"They're dead," said Harry shortly. He didn't feel much like going into the matter with this girl.
"Oh, sorry," said the other and he might have believed her if any emotion had showed in those stone-grey eyes. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"
"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."
"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families." She rambled on. "What's your surname, anyway?"
But before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin said, "That's you done, my dear," and Harry, glad for an excuse to stop talking to the girl, hopped down from the footstool.
"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," said the girl with a polite nod.
Chap 6, p 79 The train
The next day Harry couldn't believe he was already on the train that would lead him to his new school and had already made one new acquaintance.
Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside signalling a cart littered with candy he'd never heard of. Luckily for him Ron had. The redheaded boy seemed reluctant at first to take Harry's offer but eventually agreed to share Harry's candy. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harry's pasties, cakes, and candies. The redhead explained and chattered excitedly and Harry was glad to have found someone who he could ask about these sort of things.
Later there was a knock on the door of their compartment from a round-faced boy asking about his missing toad. Later joined by a girl who was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes. "Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she asked. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.
They told her they hadn't but by that time she was more interested in the magic Ron was about to perform, or at least tried too. The girl, who had introduced herself as Hermione Granger, left soon after that and the topic turned towards the houses of their school and then to Quidditch.
Ron was just taking Harry through the finer points of the game when the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn't Neville the toadless boy, or Hermione Granger this time.
Three people entered, and Harry recognized the middle one at once: it was the pale girl from Madam Malkin's robe shop. She was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than she'd shown back in Diagon Alley.
"Is it true?" she asked her eyes showing curiosity and wonder. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the boys that accompanied her. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Especially since they were standing on either side of the short, frail looking girl, they looked like bodyguards.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale girl carelessly and wove a quick dismissive hand at them when she noticed Harry's gaze on them. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Her eyes immediately depleted of her proud look and glared at him instead.
"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." She turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." She held out her own gloved hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks." he said coolly.
Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared on her pale cheeks for the first time since he met her.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," she said so slow and smooth that it sounded positively dangerous. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you." Both Harry and Ron stood up.
"Say that again," Ron said, his face as red as his hair.
"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered at him. Despite both of them being considerably taller than her she still found a way to raise her nose in the air and look down at them.
"Unless you get out now," said Harry, more bravely than he felt, because Crabbe and Goyle were a lot bigger than him or Ron.
"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some." Her smooth voice responded.
Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron - Ron leapt forward, but before he'd so much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell.
Scabbers the rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Goyle's knuckle - Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling, and when Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window, all three of them disappeared at once. Perhaps they thought there were more rats lurking among the sweets, or perhaps they'd heard footsteps, because a second later, Hermione Granger had come in.
"What has been going on?" she said, looking at the sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail.
I think he's been knocked out," Ron said to Harry. He looked closer at Scabbers. "No - I don't believe it - he's gone back to sleep-" And so he had.
"You've met Malfoy before?" Ron inquired and Harry explained about their meeting in Diagon Alley, leaving out the part of his first impression of her.
"I've heard of her family, the Malfoy's" said Ron darkly. " If you think my family's mental you should take a look at hers. Her old man wanted a son so bad he even gave her a boy's name. They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched. My dad doesn't believe it. He says Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father didn't need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side. He's completely mental, that one. He goes around spouting his beliefs that only the purest, ancient families should be allowed to attain magic. I'm surprised she's going to Hogwarts since it's lead by Dumbledore, who has always been very nice to Muggles and Muggleborns."
Harry shrugged at that, not really knowing what to say.
The rest of the ride to the castle was uneventful and Harry felt relieved when he noticed it would be Hagrid who would lead the first-years to the castle.
After that he fell from one surprise into the other. The ride in the boats, his first glance at the castle, meeting a stern-looking witch that Hagrid addressed as professor McGonagall, Ron telling him rumours (mostly false, he realised later) about the sorting hat, his first time seeing an actual ghost and of course his first time entering the great hall, at that point still unaware he would be entering it at least a thousand times in his school career.
He looked up at the ceiling in wonder and he heard Hermione whisper, "Its bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens.
Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. His aunt Petunia wouldn't have let it in the house, Harry had registered vaguely.
For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth - and the hat began to sing:
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuff's are true And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
"So we've just got to try on the hat!" Ron whispered to Harry. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll." Harry smiled weakly. Yes, it did seem a better alternative but Harry did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking rather a lot; Harry didn't feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment. If only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for him.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said.
Harry heard the woman call out a name, one of the students broke herself free of the mass, sat down on the stool and put the hat one. There was a short silence in which Harry held his breath. "HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat yelled and one of the tables broke out in cheers as the girl joined them.
There were more names called out after that but Harry didn't recognize any of the other first years that had been sorted. The routine was always the same, except for the fact that the hat took longer to think about some people then about others before sorting them in a house.
He remembered being picked for teams during gym at his old school. He had always been last to be chosen, not because he was no good, but because no one wanted Dudley to think they liked him. He realised that it wasn't exactly honest but he secretly wished he wouldn't be sorted into Slytherin, from what he'd heard and seen so far they seemed rather unpleasant. But he had to admit that he shouldn't judge things, or people for that manner, on first impressions.
Then professor McGonagall called out the first person that he to recognized.
"Granger, Hermione!" Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat. Ron groaned.
When Neville Longbottom, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR," Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to return it.
A horrible thought struck Harry, like they always do when he was nervous. What if he wasn't chosen at all? What if he just sat there with the hat over his eyes for ages, until Professor McGonagall jerked it off his head and said there had obviously been a mistake and he'd better get back on the train?
"Malfoy, Draco!"
Malfoy swaggered forward in her usual elegant stride, like she was walking on air or some form of red carpet. Her head was raised high and confidence radiated off of her in waves, like she was the most important person in the room. She didn't glance at anyone as she walked through the group of people and when she walked passed him she even had the nerve to bump him with her shoulder. She barely stopped but did glance at him and did say with a smirk "What's the matter Potter? Scared of the big bad sorting hat?" before continuing with her usual big, powerful strides.
If it had been Malfoy's plan to make him even more scared, it had seriously backfired. He wasn't going to lose to her and he definitely wasn't going to let her scare him or let her see how nervous he was. He proudly puffed his chest and stood a bit straighter.
Malfoy sat down on the stool in the same gracious matter and when the hat only barely touched her head it already screamed: "SLYTHERIN!" Malfoy went to join her new house, looking smug and pleased with herself.
More people were sorted and Harry nearly jumped when he heard his name being called. "Potter, Harry!" As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall. "Potter, did she say." "The Harry Potter."
The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him. Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited.
"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, A my goodness, yes - and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting... So where shall I put you?" Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, not Slytherin, not Slytherin.
"Not Slytherin, eh." said the small voice. "Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that - no. Well, if you're sure - better be GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the hat and walked shakily toward the Gryffindor table. He was so relieved to have been chosen and not put in Slytherin, he hardly noticed that he was getting the loudest cheer yet. Percy the Prefect got up and shook his hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" Harry sat down opposite to the ghost in the ruff he'd seen earlier. The ghost patted his arm, giving Harry the sudden, horrible feeling he'd just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water.
He glanced back at the remaining first years, noticing Ron giving him an encouraging smile, and past them he saw Malfoy sit with her arms crossed stubbornly over her chest and a glare fixed on him that would have shot lasers if it could.
He quickly averted his eyes and looked at the High Table, that he could see properly now. At the end nearest him sat Hagrid, who caught his eye and gave him the thumbs up.
More people were sorted until it was Ron's turn. He was pale green by now. Harry crossed his fingers under the table and a second later the hat had shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" Harry clapped loudly with the rest as Ron collapsed into the chair next to him.
"Well done, Ron, excellent," said Percy Weasley pompously across Harry as. Not much later Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away.
Not much later the table was filled with more food than Harry had ever seen and after all the student's had had enough to eat they returned to their rooms, where Harry spent his first night in Hogwarts.
Read author'snote down below please. It's very important to understand the story.
AN: This might seem very odd for those that have only seen the film since I have used the book as the base and it does have some significant differences.
Please don't send messages like: "This is a total rip off! It's exactly like the book!" It's supposed to be. I wanted to do the regular Harry Potter story only as I think it would have gone if Malfoy had been a girl. The story line will be different nearing the end but mostly it will just be the parts featuring Malfoy that will be changed. That's why some parts may be very detailed and I skip over others.
All the things that I did not mention (such as Harry's time with Hagrid and the talking with Ron on the train hasn't changed! I didn't write it all out but it still happened. But like I said earlier only the parts with Malfoy's appearance's will be changed. Things that are not written remain as they are in the books.)
This was difficult. I wanted to have almost the same dialogue as the book does, keeping Draco's personality the same but I also want to clearly show that he/she will be viewed in a different light during the story.
This story will probably be very different from what you expected but I'm gratefull that you decided to give this a try. I got the idea that if Draco had been a girl his actions would have been seen very differently by the fans. Nobody likes a stuck up boy but stuck of girls on the other hand are perceived as cute. I tried to find a story to read like this with just some altered scene's but couldn't found one. I kept wondering how everything would be different and eventually decided to give it a shot. It's just a try to see if people are interested in this. If the HP community isn't then I probably won't be worth finishing this.
If anybody has any questions, advise or comments please send them. I've doubted if I was going to write this for a long time and I really want to make this as good as possible.