A Different Perspective

Chapter Two

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Draco: Whai am I a girl disgraceful muggle

curly: myeheheheeee

Hermione:*Facepalms*

Chapter Two

Draco

"That's it; time for a trip to the library." And with that, Hermione Granger (or whatever we were now) got up and grabbed my wrist. "Come on, Malfoy, let's go!" she huffed impatiently. Upon my giving her a strange look, she huffed, rolled her eyes and told me: "The library? To find a cure for this mess?" Ah. I see now.

"Come on then, filth, don't keep me waiting." I muttered under my breath. Quickly, we ran out of the wing, deaf to the cries of Madam Pomfrey. Descending the stairs two at a time, I decided that I could have a proper gawp at her. The boy version of Granger wasn't too different, but she had a stronger, bigger build and her once long hair was now short and only slightly curly at the edges. Meanwhile, my inconveniently long hair swishing infant of my face. It's so irritating! I thought. How do girls deal with this? Merlin's beard! I grumped.

"Here. It is annoying, isn't it?" she smiled. Taken aback, I replied with an insult:

"Get that gross, contaminated thing away from me! I don't want your disgusting…thingy…all over my hair! Remember: Pureblood here?" I hurled, my insult hanging in the air. Dammit! Why did I have to be so snappish right now? And she's right, I admitted to myself (though I'd rather die than tell her), this hair was hugely frustrating!

Keeping on my poker face and her looking miffed, we walked the rest of the way to the library in silence.

Hermione

I hate his Pure-blooded guts, thought Hermione savagely, one of these days I will… oh, I don't know! she screamed silently. His words were so hurtful. Why did blood even matter? The laws had been changed what felt eons ago. "Stupid ferret," Hermione mumbled. Draco chose to ignore her, a bad feeling rising in the pit of his stomach. And without warning, Hermione, who was so lost in thought by this time, walked straight into the oak doors of the library. Rubbing my head, I blushed angrily and muttered something that sounded vaguely like 'Pureblooded idiot' (I couldn't even be sure) before I opened the doors and stepped inside. Upon our entry, a few heads looked up, and then the whispering began.

"Who ARE they?"

"Forget the boy; the girl's a hottie!" (at this particular statement, it was Draco's turn to blush profusely in anger and embarrassment, I noted)

"Wow! I've never seen them before…"

A rather bold looking girl by the name of Amethyst came up to me and asked my name. I readily started to give my answer: "Oh! I'm Her-" But I never got any further, because Draco came up to me, covered my mouth and yelled: "Excuse us for a moment, please!" before running - WITH ME - to a small cul de sac within the library walls.

"mmph - mm - mphhh!" I struggled, giving Draco the evil eye. He gladly released me and hissed: "Stupid low - life! Do you really want to be forever known as the transgendite witch of Hogwarts?! Or something else along those lines? Well? DO YOU?!"

"Not really…"

"Then shut your trap! We need fake names…you can be…Hermus and I'll be…"

"How about Draksha?"

"Yeah that'll work." Shrugging, he walked back to the girl and I followed suit, taking care not to forget my new name. Hermus. The girl eyed me up, sniffed and remarked: "It seems your GIRLFRIEND is a little overprotective…I'll see you later…"

"Hermus."

"Hermus…" And with that, she sashayed away, winking at me over her shoulder and glaring at Malfoy.

Which just left two VERY embarrassed teenagers blushing bright scarlet red in the middle of the library, whispers encircling them both.

Oh dear.

Draco

"Come on, Hermus, let's just find what we came here for," I said, trying to disguise my embarrassment. Girlfriend! How outrageous and…wrong! The bushy - haired know it all, my boyfriend? Girlfriend? I don't even know any more! I screeched inside. We hurried over to the shelves and began our torrid search for a possible cure to this cursed spell.

"Magical Spells 101: a Dummie's Guide to casting complex spells." I flicked through the pages. "Contraria Permuto…Contraria Permuto…Argh, nothing!" I sighed, slamming the book down. Hermione was searching through a dusty old tome called 'A Wizard's Transfiguration Spell Book', her eyes scanning the pages. "A hah!" she exclaimed, causing me to lurch forward in my seat.

"Did you find the cure?" I snapped. I was none to pleased when, instead of giving me a straight forward answer, she began to turn red and hastily shut the book. "Ugh, give me that," I growled, snatching the book from her. the look of fear and fright was plain to see in her eyes as she gazed at me. I found the page. I choked and closed the book. "L-love? That's the only way?! You've got to be kidding me!" I cried, dropping the book. Nervously, I looked over to her, feeling an identical blush forming. Lowering her eyes, she whispered: "Nope. That's the only way."

"What the hell are we gonna do?!" I groaned, rubbing my eyes.

"What we should've done the moment this happened." she said, looking me straight in the eye. "Tell someone."

"Who?" I asked, well beyond exasperated.

"Let's visit Dumbledore's portrait."

Hermione

After receiving special permission from McGonagall to enter her study(mind you, she was very confused as to who we were, but Draco could be very convincing), we ran up the stairs towards the door. when we entered, I immediately began to search for the late Headmaster's painting. Finding it was a relief, the man himself asleep. "Drac - ksha…DRAKSHA! I've found him!" I yelled, pointing at his picture. Draco's head whipped around and he strode over to join me. The two of us stared up at him and, finally realising that he had an audience, Dumbledore woke up. "And how may I help you two young students? Or not so young, as it seems." he mused, casting a bespectacled eye over us.

"Please, sir, we want to know the cure to the Contraria Permuto spell."

"Ah, true love! A fine thing, that. But hard to come by."

"Sir, is there really not any other cure?" Hermione wanted to know.

"I'm afraid not, dear child. Not by my knowledge." The old man smiled a tired smile and, defeated, I went to leave the room when his haggard old voice piped up again: "Good day, Hermione Granger; Draco Malfoy."

"Goodbye Si -" I stopped, realising we'd been found out. There was a twinkle in the Headmaster's eye and he once again drifted off to sleep. Looking at each other in bewilderment, Draco and I headed off to the Great Hall; we had a feast to attend.