A/N: Hellooo! This is just one of the many gender-bended Draco Malfoy fics. Personally gender-bending was never my thing, but I was just sitting around one day and BOOM! Idea! So, without further ado, Poor Draco!


"Mr. Malfoy!" Draco snapped awake from a deep sleep and blearily looked around.

He saw the dank, dark walls of the potions classroom. The blonde Slytherin turned his head a little and saw all of his potions classmates staring at him. Draco groaned and put his head down, back on his desk, feeling a horrible headache creeping up on him.

He heard a soft cough from above him, he slowly looked up to see a rather irate Professor Snape.

"I take it you accidentally took a whif of your Sleeping Drought rather than letting it sit?" The Professor shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Yes sir," Draco said still sleepy. He could hear other people around him chuckling. People shouldn't be laughing at him. He didn't know why, but he knew they shouldn't be. He sent a quick glare around the room and they immediately shut up.

Snape sighed, "To the Hospital Wing, I suppose. And the rest of you," he glared at the class, "back to work."

Draco got up from his chair and blearily stumbled towards the door. He suddenly felt a large blow to his nose. He had apparently ran into the wall rather than the door, how embarrassing.

Professor Snape pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered something to himself. It was odd for Professor Snape to even show a little disdain towards his dear little Slytherins, but having a sleepy Draco only ended with a whole world filled with annoyances. Also with Umbridge going around driving everyone bat-shit crazy, even Professor Snape was bound to take at least a bit of it out on his house.

"Crabbe," he snapped, "would you kindly assist Mr. Malfoy in finding the door?"

Crabbe grunted and hauled himself from his seat.

He grabbed Draco gruffly by the arm causing the shorter man to glare. Crabbe then pushed Draco over two feet to the left than sat back down.

Draco blearily stumbled out the potions room and made his way to the hospital wing.

All of the castle was quiet. Everyone else was in class. This was a small blessing for Draco, it meant that there was nobody to see him in this sleepy, almost drunk state.

As he made his way to the Hospital Wing he started to hear voices.

"Sure this works, Freddie?"

"Course I am, Georgie. I tested it on myself, remember?" The person paused, "Then again, I was stuck for about a month."

Draco groaned inwardly. Through his muddled process of thought he managed to distinguish these two people as Fred and George Weasel. He was close to certain that they were planning something. Draco stopped walking-well shuffling, not really walking-and tried to think about what this would mean for him.

"Who do you think we should use it on?" one of the twins said, George most likely.

"What about Mr. Ferret?" said Fred deviously.

Draco cursed. In his drunken state there was no way that he could fend the two red-headed maniacs off. He could deduct points from Gryffindor, except there was so little left it wouldn't really make a difference. Draco doubted that the 'My father' card would work on them. Perhaps he should just endure the curse...or potion, or was it one if their Canary Creams? No, that wasn't an option, whatever they had planned it couldn't be illegal, hopefully

Draco sighed and cursed again. Only realizing his mistake seconds later.

"Did you hear something Georgie?" Fred said softly.

"I think a certain little ferret has gotten out of his cage."

The twins rounded the corner grinning like mad geniuses. Draco swore, that there was a mad, maniacal glint in their eyes.

Malfoy opened his mouth to object, or at least do something.

But as soon as he did that one of the twins blew a green powder from his palm into the air. Draco gagged as he inhaled, the powder was sickly sweet and making it impossible for him to breathe. The world turned black as Draco Malfoy fell back asleep.

" Nighty-night, little ferret. When you wake you will be so very, very different.


When Draco woke, again, he felt terribly disoriented. All he saw was white, meaning A) he had died, B) he was in his families sitting room, or C) he was at the Hospital Wing.

He sat up to see Madame Pomfrey fussing over another patient, meaning that Draco was neither dead nor home, how unfortunate.

"Oh, good, you're awake," Madame Pomfrey said bustling over to him, "Now dear, can you tell me: Who are you?"

Draco paused, what could she mean? He had been going to Hogwarts for over five years. The Malfoy's tended to have many dinner parties and Draco knew for a fact that the Hogwarts Nurse had been invited to more than of those parties.

"What do you mean?" Draco's eyes widened.

His voice was all wrong, it was high pitched and girlish. He looked down at his hands, they were small, smooth, and slender, not at all like normal. He looked over at the bedside table and saw a small hand-held mirror. He scrambled towards it, causing a small sound of indignation from Madame Pomfrey.

He picked up the mirror and lifted it towards his face with shaking hands. He slowly examined himself.

His facial structure was mostly the same, except for the fact that his cheek bones were higher, his lashes were longer, and his eyebrows were slimmer and slightly arched. His platinum blonde hair was now down to his neck and had a small curl to it, which flattered his newly attained cheekbones. What was most starling though, was the fact that he had curves. He, Draco Malfoy, had curves!

All of this could only mean one thing. Draco, son of Lucius Malfoy, was a girl.


Disclaimer: The characters in this fanfiction are not mine, they are property of J.K. Rowling, creator of the wonderful Harry Potter series.