Draco wasn't confident about going into his fifth year. On one hand, it would be a good break from his home life, on the other, he would have to face his classmates. No one knew he had came out as trans over summer, so he imagined there would be a lot of rumours. Of course, some people probably heard, and it was probably common knowledge by now. What would be most awkward would be the humiliation of having to stay in his own room, as Dumbledore and Snape thought it wouldn't be right for him to stay with the girls anymore, but it would be too dangerous to put him in with the boys. Mind you, it wasn't that they seemed to care about his safety, it seemed more like they didn't want to get in trouble with equality laws. Luckily, Draco had the law on his side, even if the majority of the wizarding world weren't too fond of trans people. Although, magic did seem to make transitioning easier. Well, in theory it did. He would have to drink a potion everyday, and if he wanted to permanently alter a feature in similar ways to muggle surgery, there were spells that could do that. Unfortunately, those spells were almost impossible to find any information on, and the people who did do them would only do them if you met all of their criteria. Draco tried not to think about it too much. He wasn't even allowed to take the potion until he was sixteen, so there would be no point worrying about that stuff just yet.
Draco brushed his hair out of his face. He was still adjusting to his first short haircut. It felt weird to not feel his hair blowing in the wind. Taking a deep breath in, Draco boarded the Hogwarts express. He immediately went into the bathroom on the train to change into his robes. He put a spell on an old black shirt so it would make his chest look flat. Much to his dismay, the spell would wear off quickly. He tried the spell on the shirt again, and it worked well, but he knew he'd have to excuse himself during the feast later in order to recast it. As he put on his robes, he sighed. No matter what he did, he couldn't seem to get them to sit right on his body. He knew he was being stupid. He knew that they didn't cling to the feminine curves of his body, they were about three sizes too big! Still, he tried to shake off the uncomfortable feeling and find somewhere to sit. Draco kept his head down, trying not to draw attention to himself, yet he still heard murmurs about him.
'Is that Draya?' a fourth year Ravenclaw said to her friend.
'I heard it got disowned. What a fucking delusional little thing,' Said a seventh year Slytherin.
'You know, I'd feel bad for her, I mean him, if he hadn't been such a rotten person before. At least now he knows what it feels like to be hated over something so small,' That voice belonged to Hermione Granger. For a moment, Draco felt bad for what he had put her through. He tried not to dwell on it and he ducked into the closest carriage, which had a few first years inside. Luckily, they paid no attention to him. He pulled out a book, hoping the journey wouldn't be too boring
Sitting in the great hall was possibly the most awkward experience of Draco's life. No one wanted to sit near him, and he could hear multiple people mocking him. He decided to keep his head down and not let them get a rise out of him. Everything would get easier when the sorting began. The first years still hadn't been called in, but now in his fifth year, Draco was used to the long wait.
'Malfoy, with me please. The headmaster wishes to discuss something with you,' Snape said from behind Draco. Draco immediately got up and followed him to Dumbledore's office.
'Ah, Draya, I trust you know why I called you here?' Dumbledore asked.
'With all due respect, sir, I thought we already had everything sorted out. Also, you know that's not my name anymore. My name is Draco,' He said. If anything, Draco was always calm and assertive in situations like this.
'Yes, I'm sorry, it slipped my mind. I'll try to remember from now on.' Dumbledore began to pour some tea for himself and Draco.
'Now, I'm aware you and your family had a bit of an altercation after you came out,' Dumbledore said.
'Yes, but I'm living with a lovely family now, They let me be me,' Draco replied.
'Well, I've spoken to them, and they've given me the go ahead to let you see a specialist to talk to about your gender. They will see if you're suitable to start hormone changing potions when you turn sixteen. You will speak with them every two weeks, and hopefully they'll help you figure things out.'
Draco couldn't hold back his tears. Everything he'd ever wanted seemed so close. It would make this year of bullying worth it.
'That's great! Thank you so much!' he exclaimed.
Draco left and went back to the Great Hall. He'd missed a good chunk of the sorting, with only three first years left to be sorted. He wished time would pass by quicker. He just wanted to get some food and get out. Once the feast began, he ate quickly then snuck off back to his room before anyone else could tease him. Tomorrow, classes would start. The real trouble had barely begun.