Warning: Lots and lots of groping. Lots. Plus M/M
A tie dropping could be heard in the Slytherin boys' dorm. The scene looked as if everyone had been petrified by a Basilisk.
Then, there was slight movement. Eyes slowly fluttered open. They blinked sleepily. Then, they realized someone was standing beside the bed, staring at him.
"What is it Blaise?" The boy mumbled irritably and rubbed his eyes.
Blaise stood there gaping at him. His mouth moved, but nothing came out of it.
The boy looked around the room and lifted a brow. "Why are you guys staring at me?"
"Uhh… D..Draco?" Blaise looked as if he was unsure about something, a little afraid.
"What?" Draco snapped, getting annoyed by the weird stares he was receiving.
"Why are you… What did you do?" Blaise's voice went a notch higher at the end.
"What do you mean?" Draco got up from bed and stood up, looking at Blaise. "What's going on now? Is something on my face? Did you do something while I was sleeping?" He touched his face, a little self-conscious.
"Do you feel weird? Don't you feel… different?"
Draco frowned, puzzled. "Why should I feel weird or different for that matter?
A few more blinks and stares remained silently. Finally, Theodore calmly brought a portable mirror in front of his face.
Blood drained from Draco's face. He touched his face. He smoothed his longer hair. He touched his chest. His eyes grew wider with multiple emotions flashing through. He touched his lower region where something should be there.
The Slytherin boys took one step backwards. Then another. And another. One… Two…
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Theodore's mirror broke.
Birds in the Forbidden Forest flew into the sky in flocks.
Everyone in Hogwarts paused and lifted their heads.
The hairs on Mrs Norris stood up. Filch grumbled.
Fawkes ruffled his feathers and squawked as Dumbledore looked up from his desk, eyes twinkling.
"Did someone pull out a Mandrake at the corridors?" Neville asked in the Gryffindor common room.
Hagrid, sitting in the hut with his hot chocolate on the table, looked up. "Thought I heard something."
After the screaming had stopped for awhile, everyone casually went back to their activities.
All except one boy who stood in the room, looking distraught.
"Well… You still look good. Prettier even." Blaise bit his lip, trying not to smile, but failing terribly.
"Yeh, Draco." Goyle nodded.
"Still look good." Crabbe agreed.
"I would shag you." Blaise added after there was no response.
"Shut up Blaise! Oh Salazar, I'm a... a girl! A freaking girl!" Draco's eyes looked so horrified and traumatized that the boys almost pitied him.
At that moment, the door of the boy's dorm slammed opened.
"What the hell was that horrible…" Pansy stopped as her eyes focused on the pretty, slender girl with long, silky hair reaching her chest. "Is that…"
"Meet Draco. Female version." Theodore piped up calmly.
Pansy stared. She bit her lip. She pursed them. The side of her lips turned up. They trembled. A snort came out. Then, she was laughing out loud with much mirth. Blaise couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing too, hugging his stomach and stomping his foot. Goyle and Crabbe chuckled. Theodore smiled.
Draco gawked. A vein popped out of his temple. "Cease this laughter at once! Stop it! This isn't funny! It's a disaster!"
"Oh Draco!" Pansy smiled endearingly at him when they finally stopped laughing.
"If my father finds out what I've become, I'll die! Mourir! Intereo! Fenecer! I'll be killed and disowned!" He paced around, about to panic.
"Chill, Draco. He wouldn't know. We promise we wouldn't tell." Pansy said. Draco looked at them. The rest nodded. "At least you look like a really hot girl." Pansy tried to comfort him.
"Yeh. And your voice is not high. Just slightly higher than a guy's." Crabbe pointed out.
"And husky too." Goyle said.
"And like what I said earlier, I would shag you if you want." Blaise grinned.
Theodore stepped in front of Draco and brought his hand up placidly, touching a boob. He blinked. "D cup."
Silence.
Then, Pansy beamed and stood behind Draco. Without warning, her hands went around and grabbed his newly developed boobs and squeezed them continuously, shocking the boys.
"That's not fair! It's bigger than mine!" She whined and made a face.
Draco's face went red and he struggled, flailing his arms. "Stop it Pansy! Gaaahh! That feels so weird!"
Pansy released him and stared at his boobs in envy. "I love your boobs."
Draco pouted. He poked at them curiously. "It's bouncy." He cupped them and lightly bounced them and frowned. "And they're heavy."
The Slytherin stared in surprise at the boy poking and molesting his boobs as if it was normal and without being self-conscious.
Blaise snickered and he stepped forward. He reached and happily squeezed one of them several times. "Yup. It's real." He grinned. "You really are a girl."
Pansy slapped his hand away. "Stop molesting him. Only girls can do that."
"It doesn't matter does it?" Draco groaned, trying not to pull his hair apart. "I don't understand what's happening! It's a nightmare!"
"This is so exciting!" Pansy squealed. "Can you think of all the possibilities? We can do girl things together! You've to shop for clothes, go for dates…"
"Hold it!" Draco raised a hand. "I may look like a girl, but I'm not acting like one. Nor do I feel like one. I'm still a guy at heart! And mind!"
"And you'll be sleeping in the girls' room."
"What!" Draco yelled. The guys groaned.
"Aww man! And I thought we can have a girl with us!" Blaise side-punched the air in disappointment.
"You can't expect to stay here as a girl, Dray." Pansy folded her arms.
"How did you become a girl? What did you eat? Maybe someone jinxed you." Theodore asked.
"I don't know!" Draco furrowed his brows, thinking back on what happened yesterday.
Images rushed through his mind, picking out different events. Ate normal breakfast, Potions, laughed at Neville turning blue, taunted the Trio, hexed the Weasel, normal lunch, got tripped by the Weasley twins, hexed Creevy, twisted his arm, persuaded to stand near Thestrals by Luna, ate her muffin, got tripped by the twins again, casted a sticky spell in their clothes and shoes, stole Potter's quill…
Draco looked up with widened eyes. No way. Don't tell me… He gritted his teeth. He was tricked!
"Found the answer?" Pansy asked.
"Suspect it. I'm gonna hunt her down." He glowered, heading for the door.
"Wait." Pansy lifted her wand. In an instant, the long-sleeved shirt and trousers that Draco was wearing became snugger against him. Something wrapped around his chest.
"Looks nicer as a girl and you need a bra." She simply explained.
Then, he stormed out of the room in search for the one responsible for his demise, Pansy and the Slytherin guys followed him. Just to watch the drama that was to be unfolded.
Pansy smirked. It was going to be one interesting year.