AN:/ This is my first attempt at a story that is anything related to this, I've always found stories with Harry as a girl, or turned into a girl, fascinating and I never really knew how to write them. I've wanted to do it for months now, and I've been trying to map out a plot in my head to have it make sense and I think I might have pegged it. I am not forcing you to read this, if it isn't your thing or if you're just offended by the very notion of a female Harry Potter than I don't suggest that you read this. For those of you who do read this, I would love it if you would review, and if you read it and don't like it, just don't leave a review (flaming people isn't nice) if you like it but you think it needs work. Tell me in a review, constructive criticisms are always welcome. And you'll notice that I might make various grammatical errors throughout this story, I was diagnosed with a minor case of dyslexia when I was ten and I've always had trouble with my grammar, so if you aren't tolerant enough to accept those faults, I don't care, I'm going to do this. But I'm pretty sure that I can manage to iron out most of them. Well enough of my rambling, on with this show.

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Prologue

Ambition

"Potter!" snapped the voice of one very, veryirritated Professor Snape.

It took a full moment for the Boy-Who-Lived to raise his head out of the crook of his arm and stare up at the almost seething Potions Professor. He wouldn't even bother to spit out an excuse to get him out of the sure detention that he was going to get, he knew that the brooding man wouldn't care, so he simply returned the glare with a blank stare. Snape narrowed his eyes and sneered at Harry.

"Mr. Potter," Snape began. "I'm sure you won't mind spending tonight with me in a special session of detention for you awfully blatant disregard for this class?"

Harry shook his head, "No Professor, I was expecting it"

"Ah, well I hope you were expectingthe fact that I'm taking fifteen points from Gryffindor for your …actions… in my classroom today," He drawled bringing his head up to stare at the students of both Gryffindor and Slytherin house who were watching the event of avid curiosity. "As I was saying before Mr. Potter so cordially interrupted my lecture, I want you to open your books to page 184 and read up on the subject of tomorrow's class, Transformation Potions, it is the last subject that we will spend time covering before the midterm exams in two weeks"

One hand up went up at the last eighteen words that he spoke, inwardly Snape scoffed in utter annoyance, but outwardly he let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes before leering down at the girl. "…Yes, Ms. Granger what is it now?"

"Just curious Professor," Hermione Granger asked ignoring that irritated looks that were being shot at her from the Slytherin Students. "Why is it that we are spending two full weeks on Transformation Potions, while we spent a few days on medical potions, I mean I-I just find that quite astounding that you would do that"

Snape sighed again. "I'm under the direction of the Headmaster himself, he seems to think that this subject will require a full scale lesson plan due to the dangers of the various ways that a mistake could be made, and frankly I agree with him, a student's life could be utterly transformed by these potions, or worse ended by them"

"And seeing as I am in the best of moods anyway," He continued sarcastically, this time addressing the entire classroom. "I've made a quick change to my previous instruction to you, I want you all to pair up with the partners I have assigned on the back of the chalkboard, now get to it! Read, study and then you all can go"

Not bothering to even look at them one more time, he turned on his heel and raised his wand to the chalk board. With a quick flick of his wand the chalkboard turned over and it revealed the names of the students that Snape had paired. Harry almost wanted to believe that he wouldn't be pared with Draco Malfoy of all the people that he could have been paired with. But when he saw both of their names written together, he wasn't as irritated as he expected himself to be. He was just simply annoyed that he would have to deal with this right now, he didn't get any sleep last night and being addressed by names varying from 'Potty' to 'Scar Head' wouldn't help his mood change. Sighing heavily, he watched Ron move out of the seat that was next to him, he knew that any moment now that empty space would be filled by the arrogant, slimy, good for nothing ferret.

He felt so tired that he couldn't see straight, the entire night he had been tormented by Voldemort-ishdreams. The Dark Lord had been dead for months now, so he couldn't possibly be the source for the nightmares he had last night, and from their content he really doubted that Voldemort himself could really even think of them. He saw himself being humiliated, constantly in all sorts of situations that seemed to grow worse as they progressed, if he weren't the subject of that humiliation in those dreams then they actually might have been rather funny. That wasn't the case though unfortunately, he had ended up being just flat out annoyed the entire day, because those dreams had deprived him of six hours of sleep. "Potter," asked Malfoy in a snide tone. "Are you listening?"

Shaking his head, he realized that his thoughts had made him just sort of stare off into the stone wall of the classroom. He turned and locked his emerald eyes onto Draco's mercury gray eyes. "Just a little tired, I'm sorry what page?"

"You mean you didn't hear Snape's rant? 184, idiot" Malfoy responded tersely.

Harry sighed loudly and brought his hand up to rest his head in it momentarily, and then with all of the civility he could muster, he looked back at the blank face of his school archrival. "Look Malfoy, I hate his little paring as much as you do, but we need to get through it, I know you hate me with passion, I know that you wish that I'd jump up my own arse and die, and don't get me wrong the feeling is mutual, but can we get along with each other so we can pass the midterms?"

With a soft snort of laughter, and unknown to Harry it was actually amusement not sarcasm, Draco nodded his head slowly. "I'm glad we have an understanding Potty, but that doesn't mean we can be friends after we take the mid terms…"

"Don't worry," Harry shook his head vehemently. "I agree completely"

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'Sleep…Sleep…Sleep…' Harry thought to himself as he sort of stumbled his way into the Great Hall a few hours later. It was taking everything that he had to stay awake and he knew that he wouldn't be able to do it very much longer. And to make matters worse and rather infuriating, his Defense Against the Dark Arts Class was after lunch, he would have to force himself to stay awake through that long enough to get through to his free period. Then he would be able to catch up on some sleep during that free period, so that he could go to Dinner and spend the a few hours of the evening in the excellent company of Severus Snape.

Before he even knew it, he was sitting across from his two friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Setting his bag down roughly on the stone floor behind him, he turned back to the table and glared down at particularly nothing on the smooth surface of the wooden table. He actually had to shake his head as he felt himself drifting off to sleep just sitting there, with a sigh he looked up and met the concerned faces of both Ron and Hermione. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he felt a pang of irritability touch him and then a wave of it hit him.

"What in the bloody hell could you possibly be staring at?" Harry barked loudly, drawing the attention of the surrounding students who looked at him curiously.

Hermione jumped slightly, and Ron raised a single eyebrow, and then they continued to just take in his features as though he hadn't said a thing. They both noticed that he looked like the living dead. His normally bright eyes were dull with the black rings that he wore under them, and the observant Hermione noted that his hair seemed more tasseled and bedridden than normal. From Ron's point of view, he saw just a general tiredness from his male best friend that he could definitely relate too as it was with his own sleeping habits. Turning he shared a last glance with Hermione and then he looked back at Harry. "Mate, you look half dead"

"What a strange way to kick me when I'm down Ron," Harry deadpanned with an irate smirk. "I'm tired, I didn't get any sleep last night, and because of that I get to spend the better part of this evening with Snape scrubbing floors, I think I'm going to try to get out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts and go to the infirmary"

His other friend to Ron's left nodded while taking a sip of Pumpkin Juice. "I think that sounds like the right thing you need, I think a nice Sleeping Draught will do"

Harry rolled his eyes in oblivious irritation. "Thanks for that suggestion 'Mione"

"Speaking of Potions Harry," Ron said smirking at the slight interaction between his two friends. "How did things go with Malfoy today? Bet you gave him a lashing"

"Surprisingly not," Harry shook his head wearisomely, stealing a brief glance down at the table and then looking back up he wasn't in the mood to eat. "After I tossed him a few words, we decided that we should be …civil to each other until the exams, I don't know how it'll work out but we're going to try and do it anyway, what do you think?"

Ron's eyes widened, Hermione on the other hand simply smiled before nudging the red head in the ribs. "Although as much as I detest that pathetic excuse for a human, I think it's great that you're doing this, he should be doing it on a full basis anyway, I mean if it weren't for you, he and his family would be locked in Azkaban right now"

"Ungrateful little…ferret lord," Ron muttered looking over to the subject of their conversation at the Slytherin Table where Malfoy was currently being fawned over by Slytherin girls of all years. "I'd love to just smash up the conceited brat"

Harry raised his eyebrows. "It doesn't matter anyway, I fully intend on returning to being horrible to him after we take the midterms, he's the top student in the class anyway so what could it harm to kiss his arse for a few days to pass the class"

"A lot of harm could come from that Harry, this is Malfoy were talking about he's been making our lives hell for almost seven years," Ron stated, he was fuming in every word, every now and then he would look over at Draco with absolute murder in his eyes. "He fought against you on the side of You-Know-Who, and I'll tell you why you shouldn't even trust him as a partner in Potions, because he has no reason to study, he's the top student, and he could help you learn all of the wrong things"

Ron had a point, a point that he really didn't think about before when he had decided to just try and get along with Malfoy. His rival didn't have a reason to be cordial to him, he was passing all of his classes, and he was the front runner to become the valedictorian in their graduating class, oh and there was the little fact that he was Head Boy. This just didn't make sense to him, whatsoever, but he needed to find some way to pass that class, he needed to pass it to qualify for the Auror entrance exam. He would just need to take a risk on Draco Malfoy.

Even the words made him feel nauseous.

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Sometimes he missed the feeling of company like he had shared in the Slytherin Dormitories, but it was times like this that he was happy that he had complete and totally privacy. It gave him enough space to do what he needed to do, and right now he was in the middle of brewing the most complicated potion that he had ever fathomed. It was called the Amagus Potion, and it was one of the most dangerous concoctions known, if it was brewed incorrectly, than it was fatal to the recipient but when brewed correctly, you could make it do anything that you wanted it to do.

And in this case, Draco Malfoy, heir to the prestigious Malfoy Lineage and Fortune was brewing it to save that said lineage. In six months when he graduated, he would become the head of the Malfoy Family, becoming the public image of it, and he needed to produce an heir that was powerful as the Malfoy Family itself was. But there in laid the problem, after the war with Voldemort most of the Pureblood Wizard Families didn't want to be associated with the Malfoy Line, and the ones that were even stupid enough to do so were judged inferior by the current Head of the family Lucius Malfoy. So that being said, Lucius had come up with this scheme to get his only heir a bride with the genes powerful enough that it wouldn't even matter what her parents were.

Draco hated this because the subject of Malfoy Head's ambition was the one and only Harry Potter, The Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived, and he hated this even more because he was charged by his father to turn Harry Potter into a girl, court her and do everything he could to make her a part of the Malfoy Family. And he had been told to accomplish all of this by the time that he graduated, and that would be the hardest part of all. He could easily brew the potion, in fact he would be done in a few days, and he could find many ways to slip it to Potter, but to erase everything that had happened between them in five months would be the only hard thing he had to do. But he was Draco Malfoy, he could accomplish anything that he wanted, and he would make his father proud of him, even if it meant having his hated rival as the woman he would spend his life with.

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AN:/ Well isn't it oblivious that a lot of things are different? This is a post Voldemort story and most of the plotlines for the Deathly Hallows are followed, besides a few big ones. To go over them, the Ginny Weasley crap (And I am sorry if you're a big HP/GW shipper, but it is literal crapto me) didn't last long I'll go into greater detail with it later, and Albus Dumbledore isn't dead. If that irritates you, I am sorry, but I cannot stand Dumbledore being dead, I had a hard time getting through the seventh book because of that fact. And if you're curious about how Voldemort died, it happened essentially the way it did in Book Seven. I love to hear suggestions of things I should put into this story I'm more of a democratic author, so think about that if you leave a review. Thank you for you precious time.