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CHAPTER 4: A Manly Problem

Blaise Zabini woke up earlier than usual. He groaned and smothered his face deep into his pillow, upset that Monday morning had arrived so fast. With a deep intake of breath, he sat upright and smirked.

It was Monday morning. The morning Granger, and her friends planned to avenge Malfoy. He continued to smirk. He knew exactly what their plan was, and boy, did he have a plan of his own.

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"Hermione! Just pour the potion into his goblet!" Parvati yelled across the empty dining hall.

Hermione nodded, as she walked towards the Slytherin table and began to unscrew the top of the potion bottle. Draco Malfoy sat in the same spot everyday and it was well known that he went down to the kitchens and specifically asked for a mug of coffee and a goblet of orange juice to be poured and waiting at his seat every morning. Hermione stopped herself from thinking about the rights of House Elves, as she concentrated on the current task at hand.

"The bastard deserves what's coming to him!" Ginny yelled as she sat down with Parvati and Luna across the hall at the Gryffindor table.

Hermione stopped in front of Malfoy's place setting. She tipped the bottle over slowly and watched the colorful liquid pour into Malfoy's orange juice. The juice glowed a bright pink before returning to its original color.

She smirked, placing the empty bottle in her pocket and walked back to her seat.

As soon as she sat down, the Great Hall began to fill up with students and teachers.

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Draco Malfoy entered the Great Hall with his usual group of Slytherins. He sat down and immediately pulled his mug of steaming hot coffee towards him and raised it to his lips.

He began piling eggs, bacon, and toast onto his plate. He just began eating when he was interrupted.

"Hey, Draco."

He turned around, angry with anyone who dared to interrupt him during his breakfast. But his anger slipped away as his eyes met Pansy, his friend since childhood. He smiled back at her.

"Hey Pans." He used the name he had called her since she was eight.

She grinned and put a hand on his shoulder as she slid into the empty seat next to him.

"Drakie." She replied with a wink. They both laughed as Pansy joined him for breakfast.

"I haven't seen you around that much lately, Pans. How's life been?" Draco asked as he put jelly on his toast.

Pansy sighed, and picked up a piece of bacon. "You know. The same old stuff. Mother is trying to push me into marrying Fillmoore over there." She jerked her head in the direction of a Slytherin sitting at the end of the table. Draco cringed at the thought of it. Pansy laughed at his reaction. "And Father, well, he's never paid much attention to me anyway." She sighed and chewed a piece of bacon. "So, How abo-" She stopped talking, and started coughing as the bacon became lodged in her throat.

Draco patted her forcefully on the back. She kept coughing as her eyes started to tear up from the bacon scratching at her throat.

Coughing, Pansy reached for the nearest beverage, Draco's orange juice.

Taking a huge gulp, she coughed and swallowed.

"You okay?" Draco asked.

Half the Slytherin table was staring at her after her coughing fit. She smiled and nodded. "Yeah. It went down the wrong way."

Over at the Gryffindor table, Hermione gasped and dropped her fork.

Ginny, Parvati and Luna's heads all snapped to look at Hermione.

"What? Is everything alright?" Parvati asked, concerned.

Hermione's eyes were wide, and fixed in the direction of the Slytherin table. The three girls heads slowly turned to look just as Pansy placed down an empty goblet. Pansy had just drunk Malfoy's orange juice. She just swallowed that whole bottle of Mind O' Sexuality.

"Shit!" Ginny swore. "Women aren't supposed to ingest that potion! We don't know what's going to happen to her!" Ginny hissed quietly.

"Who cares about what's going to happen to her. The point is, nothing is going to happen to Malfoy now. Our plan failed!" Parvati whispered.

Luna nodded her head.

Hermione shook her head. "We might have hurt an innocent student. Pansy wasn't supposed to drink that potion."

Ginny scoffed. "I'd hardly call Pansy an innocent student."

Hermione was about to reply but was interrupted by a shriek. All four of their heads, along with everyone else in the hall, turned towards the Slytherin table.

Pansy had jumped out of her seat, and was screaming. She was obviously in pain. She had her hands gripping her hair and she was crouched over. Suddenly, she collapsed to the floor and shrieked. The entire Slytherin table was watching with wide eyes. Pansy had tears flowing from her eyes, and with an even louder shriek her hands gripped the crotch area of her pants. Her eyes widened as she continued to scream.

By now, most of the hall had stopped eating and were watching Pansy with wide eyes. Moments later, the hall doors burst open as Madame Pomfrey rushed in. Her and several other teachers were able to stun Pansy and levitate her off to the hospital wing.

As soon as the doors to the hall closed, the students began talking about what had just occurred. Students were running from table to table, whispering to each other.

Blaise Zabini took one look around the dining hall as chaos consumed it. He saw the students gossiping, and shook his head thinking about all the rumors that were probably being started. His eyes caught what he was looking for, and smirked as he saw three Gryffindors and a Ravenclaw quietly slip out of the hall. Without another thought he followed.

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Draco Malfoy sat silently in the Great Hall. He saw people running around him, their mouths moving at a rapid pace but he heard nothing. What had just happened? Pansy was fine one moment, and then next she was screaming her head off. And he just watched. Pansy was probably his best friend. One of the only people who truly knew the real him, and he just watched as she screamed in pain.

After a few moments, Draco silently got up and followed Madame Pomfrey out of the hall.

He arrived at the hospital wing, and saw Madame Pomfrey rushing around. He looked around, and saw that only a single bed was occupied, with a curtain drawn around it. Pansy.

Madame Pomfrey stopped when she saw him enter. "Can I help you with anything?" She asked in a somewhat polite voice.

His gaze shifted over to wear Pansy lay. "Is she going to be alright?" He asked.

She sighed. "She'll recover. She may need to visit St. Mungo's though. I'm not sure if I have the right things to treat her."

Draco's head shot up. "What's wrong with her?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

Madame Pomfrey was shocked. She had never seen this particular student show any emotion besides coldness. She grew uncomfortable under his gaze. "Would you like to speak with her?"

"She's awake?" Draco asked but he didn't wait for a response as he ran towards her bed. He pulled back the curtains gently, and walked to the side of her bed.

Pansy turned to face him. Her skin looked even paler against the stark white of the hospital bed. Her eyes looked dull, but when they fell upon him Draco saw their spark return for a moment.

"Pans. I'm so sorry." He grabbed her hand. "I'm a horrible friend. I just watched as you screamed-" He stopped when Pansy raised her hand.

She shook her head. "Drakie, you're a great friend. There was nothing you could have done."

Draco nodded slowly. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Pansy dropped her head, and a faint blush grew slowly on her cheeks.

"Well, um.." She started.

Madame Pomfrey suddenly came to the other side of the bed. "Would you rather me explain, Miss Parkinson?"

Pansy shook her head.

Madame Pomfrey nodded her head. "Very well. I can only let you stay for five more minutes, Mr. Malfoy." She said as she returned into her office.

Pansy cleared her throat. "Apparently, I ingested some potion. Madame Pomfrey is still trying to figure out exactly what. Anyway, I was in so much pain because the potion made me grow an extra body part."

Draco's mouth dropped. He looked Pansy over, expecting to see an extra leg, or arm. Nothing could have prepared him for what Pansy said next.

"Not another leg or an arm, though." She blushed and looked down. "It made me grow.." her voice cracked. "..manly parts." She covered her face with her hands.

Draco's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"W-What?" He coughed. "You mean you have a..a penis?"

Pansy shook her head and buried her face into her pillow.

Draco placed his hand on Pansy's back and rubbed it softly.

She looked back up. "Madame Pomfrey says she might not have the right things to reverse the effects of the potion, and I might have to visit St. Mungo's."

"Don't worry, Pans. Everything will work out in the end."

Pansy nodded.

"And just think how great a story this will be to tell your grandchildren!" He laughed and Pansy punched him in the arm.

"God! That hurt!" He rubbed his arm.

"Serves you right." Pansy replied as she laughed.

Madame Pomfrey came out of her office. "Miss Parkinson, I have flooed your parents and they requested that you be brought to St. Mungo's."

Pansy nodded.

"Mr. Malfoy, I do believe classes are to begin shortly."

Draco nodded, and after promising Pansy that he wouldn't tell anyone about her 'condition', he left the hospital wing.

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A/N: Tell me what you think! I was trying to portray a different side to mean Draco. Review! Please!