Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of Draco and various characters played by her. Harry and other characters played by me.

Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of Harry Potter, we're just fans.

Chapter 7

Draco thought nothing of Harry's comment as he grabbed the bag and wandered off. Draco took a seat on a bench by the school, Hogwart's was a good place, he had friends, enemies, everything he could possibly need. But there was pain here, lost teachers, friends, futures. Another school might help him find what he was missing.

And the torturing began, at supper. Harry had cleaned up and made a stop in his new room to pick up a special little item. He had ate dinner with his house and endured the laughter and pointing. He had watched Draco do the same. Near the end of the meal, before Draco would get up to leave, Harry set his plan in motion. He slipped beneath the table and pulled on his Invisibility Cloak. He slowly snuck over to the Slytherin table and stood behind the pillar behind Draco. He then pulled off his cloak, took a deep breath, and launched. "DRAKY-POO!" He shouted happily, launching himself from behind the pillar and wrapping his arms tightly around Draco, pinning his arms to his side. He nuzzled his face past Draco's think curly mane and lightly took Draco's ear in his teeth, flicking his tongue against it. "How I missed you! When shall we retire to our love nest?" He batted his eyes and looked around the table. "We've bonded!" He gushed.

Draco eventually returned to his new room to get cleaned up, noting with distaste that he really did have to share it with Potter. Dinner was...tolerable. Barely. The House poked fun at him every chance they got, but it was a relief to see Harry getting the same treatment. Just as he was about to leave and make his way out of the Great Hall he was attacked. That was the only word to describe it. "Draky-poo?" He squeaked, suddenly being grabbed. He paled, a feat that seemed impossible, what was Potter up to? "Love nest!" That made him fall backwards, off the bench and out of Harry's grasp. His House was roaring with laughter, as was the Gryffindor table, and soon enough everyone would be. "What are you doing Potter?" He hissed through clenched teeth, pulling himself of the floor and backing up a few steps, his back hitting the pillar.

Harry gave him an injured look and then launch himself again to Draco. "Draky-poo!" He placed on hand above Draco and leaned in close, whispering, "What's the matter Draco? Do I make you nervous? I told you since you were leaving I wasn't going to hold back. And since you said everything I do would be considered cool and whatnot, I have nothing to lose." He grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him forward. Wrapping his own arms around Draco's arm and said louder so everyone can hear, "Yes our love nest!" He turned back and looked at the Slytherin table, "We get to share a room! We're going to stay up all night! Braiding each others hair! Doing our make-up!" He looked at Draco and said huskily, "Bonding!" He giggled happily. "C'mon Draky-poo! I wanna get started on our love!"

"I don't get what you're trying to achieve, except chase me away." He hissed in return, glancing at the table in panic. Pansy was the only one not laughing, in fact, she seemed pissed off. Help He mouthed in her direction, and she rose, disappearing out of his sight quickly. He was hoping she was planning something. He figured he could sleep in the Common room, it was the only place Potter couldn't get him. But the others in his house could. He was trying to think up an escape, when Pansy grabbed his other arm, trying to pull him out of Harry's grasp.

"Draco's mine!" She declared, glaring at the Gryffindor boy.

Harry gave her the fake pouty look, "Oh really? I believe he dumped you. In front of your entire House. I'm surprised you can still show your face around him, or any one else for that matter." Harry turned his attention back to Draco, burying his face in Draco's hair so he could talk to Draco without anyone hearing, but making it look like he was doing something too intamite. "If you're going to leave then you're going to be as normal as possible, love." He then released Draco. "Oh come on now Draky-poo. We're both girls now. Our emotions are hay-wire aren't they? Especially you. On your period and all, and here I was just trying to help!" He looked ready to cry. Then he spun to Blaise. "She just needs some love! Tell her she's pretty! It'll make her feel better!" He nodded, placing a hand on Blaise's shoulder and then he spun away. "Try to help one girlfriend and they push you away!" He looked back as he was walking away. "Don't worry. I'll find you some tampons and pads!" He then bounded away.
Step one: Complete! he thought. Might as well have some fun before the end.

Is this what he had done for the past seven years? Tormented people this badly? Well, of course he had done it to Potter, but Potter was an exception. Pansy was watching him, hurt, everyone else was too busy laughing. "This isn't over..." He growled at his table, before storming out of the Great Hall. It was official, he hated Hogwarts, and the instant he returned to normal he was gone. They had offered him a spot on the Quiddich team and everything in Durmstrang, a chance to start new, and finish without being the laughing stock of the school.

Here he was, actually beginning to trust, and even like Potter, but then it all gets shattered. Well, two can play at this game, he would destroy Potter, and both his friends. Shatter their lives in the next few days. This was war.

Harry had returned to his new room and flopped down on his bed. He didn't know if Draco would be returning or not so he set to work on his homework. From the way he was laying, and the fact that he had finally forgotten that he was wearing a skirt, he was giving the door a full...view. Whenever he got an idea he'd put the parchment aside and grab another one, jotting down an idea. He felt a bit bad about what he had done to Draco. "It's his own bloody fault." He muttered. Draco had said that he was leaving. And Harry was just starting to like Draco. How could Hogwarts be Hogwarts without Malfoy? It wasn't right. He felt a wave of sadness wash over him. "Stupid female hormones..."

Malfoy had grabbed a few things from the room, returning to the Common room, and slipping into the girls showers. He wasn't supposed to be there, but the stairs let him, and he didn't want to be near Potter. He had something to try first.

He emerged from the dungeon, making his way to the room he and Harry were sharing. His hair was indeed under control, in very delicate, perfect ringlets, his makeup was soft and smoky, and he had to say, rather sexy. Of course he had cried in the shower, he was so angry, and apparently he was victim to female hormones. He burst into the room, recoiling at the first view that greeted him. "Ah Potter! Close your bloody legs!" He covered his eyes and made his way to the other side of the room. He'd managed to perfect the girls walk, he was taking this better then he had thought. "So once this girl thing blows over I'm leaving..." He said softly, looking at his own pile of homework sitting on his bed.

During the tossing and turning on the bed, flipping over to grab parchment. He looked up as Draco come in and Harry froze. He had changed, completely. He looked, for lack of a better word, hot! And Harry ended up falling off the bed. He was staring at Draco in shock. After Draco spoke Harry shook his head. "Yeah...yeah." He pulled himself up and back onto the bed. "I know." He said softly, turning back to his homework. He was silent for a moment before speaking again. "But then you'll be normal again."

Draco stifled a giggle as he heard a soft thud, and looked back to see Harry on the floor. "You like it? I told you the hair was no problem. Being a girl is time consuming, but not really that hard." He shrugged. "Yeah, I'll be normal, and but normal I mean a dude. Not like I was going to leave looking like this, i don't need to be the laughing stock of two schools..."

"Too bad I wasn't talking about gender." Harry said, not looking up from his homework. "And yeah. You look good. Too bad you weren't born that way." He smiled softly, it was supposed to be a compliment. Harry finally looked over at him. "I told you I would torture you. Consider it punishment." He took a deep breath and let it back out, having finished his homework he put it away. Then he grabbed his parchment list and began looking it up and down. "Though you should stay until Christmas."

"What is normal for me? Angry and bitter and cocky? Ha, those days seem long gone." Draco sighed, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. "I'm not going to stick around and let you ruin every waking moment." Perhaps Durmstrang was a bad idea, perhaps it would be hell, but he had to try. What was the worst that was going to happen, things were bad and he came back? He had ignored Harry compliment, it didn't fit with the rest of the conversation.

Harry looked at him again. "You're already halfway there." He scoot back against the wall and crossed his legs. "Got the anger and bitter." He sighed and leaned his head against the wall. "I won't be staying either you know. Don't worry, I'm not following you to Durmstrang. I have another way out. But I seem to have an uncontrollable need to save people. If you're going to leave, then I want you to be able to take care of yourself. And right now you can't. So we just need to make you the same as you used to be." He smiled at Draco. "And if I get to repay you for your years of kindness or punish you for leaving, then good!" He slumped down a little lower. "Maybe you'd end up staying, if only to get back at me."

"I'm not staying, and I don't want to be the spoiled brat you all got to face. My parents creation. You know, Voldemort gave me the task of killing Dumbledore to get back at my father. If I failed, and if I died the Malfoy line would end there, their one son gone." No one had faith in him. Right now he would love to finish the year, head down out of the spotlight. But it was too late for that.

"So go ahead and do your worst Potter, in the end I'll be the better man for changing and outgrowing my need to torment you." He picked up his Potions book, flipping to the page they were supposed to read from, hoping it would send Harry a hint to stop talking.

Harry was surprised at Draco. And strangely felt a large well of pride for him. And respect. "Then don't be spoiled. But I remember those guys from Durmstrang. And I know if you don't start acting a little bit like your old self...they're going to flatten you." He picked up a book Hermione had given him in the carraige on the way to school and flipped it open. "Just wait until I molest you in front of the entire school!" He said in a happy sing-song voice. But the look he gave Malfoy said that he didn't know if he was really going to do it or not. Harry looked back at the book. "Just be prepared for tomorrow!"

"I'm not going to be a complete wimp like Weasley, I can handle myself around those guys. Who are you to care if they destroy me or not?" As for class? He really wasn't planning on going, Potter had something up his sleeve, so it was probably best not to leave the room at all. "You touch me again like you did earlier, and will make sure you suffer."

He had lowered the Potions book, glaring at Harry. And then looked in the mirror, his hair was still perfect. That gave him a brief moment of happiness. Potter was weakening his defenses, but why? Surely not revenge?

Harry smiled happily. "Oh, I won't touch you again...for a while. But that won't stop me from the other things." He smiled mysteriously. "And don't even think of trying to avoid the public. You have to come out of this room eventually." Harry then turned in for the night. Disappearing into the bathroom with a pile of clothes. He gave a girly shriek and came back out in his pajama's. "Nonononononono! WHHHHHHHHHY!" He came out in...a frilly pink nightgown. "I put on my pajama's and they...they turned into...this!" He stared down at his clothes in horror. "Oh come on! The skirt was bad enough!"

"They said it was only a few days...I can stay here." Draco let out a sigh of relief as Harry disappeared, giggling madly when he heard the distinct shriek. He came out wearing the frilliest, laciest pink nightgown one could imagine. He was almost curious as to what he would come out wearing. "Wish me luck." He disappeared into the bathroom, and time ticked by, but he didn't come out. He was in the middle of a crisis. He needed Pansy. A girl. A real girl! Hyperventilating was the least of his problems, he needed to escape this room, without having to answer to Harry. How was he going to explain he was bleeding!

Harry stood outside waiting. And waiting. And waiting. He sighed and knocked on the door. "Oy, Malfoy! Did you fall in the toilet or something? Come on, what kind of outfit can be worse than this pink thing?" He waited, starting to worry. "You ok, Malfoy?" Harry was getting ready to burst down the door.

"I'm fine...nothing I can't handle." Somehow he managed to keep the panic out of his voice. This wasn't normal, and to think girls went through this every month! No wonder they're so moody. He did the first thing he could thing of. Wadded up a bunch of toilet paper, and put on clean, normal Hogwart's clothes. "I - I need to go for a walk..." He stammered, headed for the exit. Pansy would know what to do. She was his only real link, that was, if Harry didn't destroy it.

Harry watched him leave with a worried expression, but he didn't follow. Somethign was bothering him and Harry knew that if he followed Draco would probably kill him. So Harry sat back down with his book and read...or at least tried to. He ended up pacing, trying to read again, pacing...and finally went to bed. He laid there in the dark, waiting for sleep or Draco to return. Sleep came first.

He didn't care if Potter was following him, where he was going the Gryffindor boy couldn't follow. Finding Pansy was the easy part, convincing her that he still liked her and he needed her help was the tough part, so he thought. He explained his situation, and after she finished giggling, walked him through the tampon and the pad. The tampon however, was a difficult thing to master, and eventually he settled for the pad, which felt like a diaper but worked. And it wasn't obvious, even in his skirt.

It had seemed like forever, but after everything was done, he and Pansy talked, like friends, and thats exactly what they decided to be, for now, just friends. She knew he was going through a hard time and he promised once everything made sense he would come back to her.

Slipping back into the room, he was glad to see Potter fast asleep. Slipping into the bathroom he changed, the outfit much like Potters, only green. At least he got a good color. Slipping into bed he tried to sleep, but it was uncomfortable, first of all trying to get comfortable with breasts,and not adding a diaper to the mix. He knew he would be tired when he woke up, spending the whole night tossing and turning in and out of sleep.