Year Two

Summer had been at Harry Potter's household, to say the least, tense. Harry was relieved that his aunt, uncle, and cousin had been giving him a fairly wide berth. But alas, this did nothing to solve his loneliness. Harry missed his two fast friends, and even though they owled regularly, it still wasn't the same.

Harry missed the late night adventures they would go on. He missed playing magical chess with Ron, and actually getting Christmas presents this year. Harry had taken to wearing the sweater Molly Weasley had knitted for him as pajamas. She had stitched his name, Harry, on the front and was immensely grateful for it. Hell, Harry even missed turning and seeing a blond head staring at him. Draco had become part of his regular day too in some ways.

Harry had been wary of Draco Malfoy at first, but their incessant teasing had become almost...enjoyable, to Harry. It didn't seem particularly hostile to him, and Draco never called Harry a tranny, as some other kids had taken to doing. Ron and Hermione always flanked his sides, ready to snarl at the children who teased Harry. He was so grateful for the friends he had made.

Hermione had been very helpful that year, offering to help Harry find books in the library that could give him more information on being transgender, and what that would mean in the future. There were spells that could make his voice lower, facial hair growth charms, and Harry could painlessly remove his breasts when they fully formed.

Even now, Harry's chest seemed to stick out more than it had the previous summer. It made him uncomfortable, so he tried not to think about it. If he just wore baggy shirts, he would be fine. It helped that the Hogwarts uniform often involved layers.

Harry Potter was currently reading up on Quidditch strategies in the middle of the night when he heard foot steps outside his door. Harry gasped and quickly clicked off his flash light, then held his breath. 1...2...3...And Harry was safe. The footsteps faded away and snoring resumed. Harry quickly stowed away the book Hermione had gifted to him and sighed. He mustn't forget to always be careful and on the lookout. Just because he was being left alone for now, didn't mean that would last long. Harry cringed at the thought of being slapped by Vernon again and put his book away. He would attempt at sleep for the moment.

Draco lay awake in his bed, thinking of beautiful ebony colored skin and messy hair. Harry Potter. He was the perfect friend. Draco just couldn't seem to make up for what he had done, and became very jealous and spiteful towards Hermione and Ron. He knew it probably didn't help one bit, but he just couldn't stop. His perfect friendship was stolen from him by those two brats. Draco sighed and turned on his side. He just needed to come up with the perfect plan. That was it.

III

Draco watched as his father rolled his eyes. Draco had been talking about Harry Potter all summer and his plans to be friends with him. His mother would quietly interject with "It's Harriette Potter, not Harry Potter" but Draco would ignore her.

"You know, Harry and I call each other by our last names mother! It's our thing, I think he likes it!" Draco certainly counted it as success.

"Would you shut up about that abomination for one second Draco? I don't want to hear another word about that tranny all summer." Lucius spat.

Draco sank back in his seat, thoroughly put out. He didn't speak another word about Harry all summer, but he did think of him often.

Second year went by smoothly for Harry Potter. Malfoy seemed to be even more bothersome than last year, but Harry could easily ignore him. Harry thought often about how to beat Draco in Quidditch, and even discussed plans with Ron. Little did Harry know that Draco also discussed plans, but much different ones. Draco discussed plans about how to win Harry over from Ron and Hermione. "Those annoying gits." Draco would think.

Harry was sitting with Neville in potions class, his least favorite class, when something created a hitch in his otherwise successful second year. Poor Neville had screwed up his potion horrifically, and Snape said some particularly nasty things.

"It's not his fault!" Harry suddenly burst out, unable to sit back and watch Snape bring Neville to tears. "If you weren't so bloody cruel to him all the time he wouldn't be so nervous! If you stopped breathing down his neck for one second maybe he could actually get his potions right!"

The whole class was staring, breaths held in shock, but Harry didn't care. Snape turned his steely gaze on Harry.

"Well, if it isn't the girl who lived, creating another show to get attention. Pretending to be a boy just isn't enough for you, Harriette?" Snape's words sounded slimy and disgusting, and made Harry's blood boil and his ears ring. Suddenly, a chair was tipped over as Ron stood up.

"OI! You can't say that! Harry is Harry, and he's a boy! I don't care if-"

"Detention, both of you!" Snape's voice was like a slap, but Harry was already storming out of the room, Ron Hermione and Neville hot on his tracks.

Draco Malfoy had watched the whole time, utterly shocked to his core. He couldn't believe that the man his parents liked so much didn't believe that Harry was a boy. He couldn't believe that Professor Snape had said such things, and he didn't say anything to defend Harry. Granger and Weasley were right. Draco was a coward. He spent the rest of the day shell shocked and in silence.

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