~I still don't own any of the characters owned by anyone else.
Albus wasn't sure when the last time was that he had witnessed such conflicting emotions playing across his friend's face. He could just barely detect the smallest twinge of disappointment in his friend's face mixed with elation at finding something so challenging. Albus figured that the disappointment was because Flitwick knew he shouldn't be as amused by the curse as he was.
Flitwick's frown deepened as he tried another counter spell that he was sure should have worked. A part of him was slightly disgusted with himself for not being able to instantly lift the curse. He knew that he should have been able to easily remove the curse as it had only been cast by an eleven year old witch. His long held expectations were falling apart however as he tried more and more obscure counter spells. He looked up at Albus, "I'm not sure I'm going to be able to remove it today. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm out of ideas, maybe if I get in touch with some friends in the field they could point me toward a solution. I believe we have plenty of time to reverse the curse as it seems stable enough and doesn't appear to be harmful to his physical health. Now if you will excuse me, I've got a class to prepare for." Flitwick hurried from the room to start preparing for the morning lessons.
Malfoy sputtered, he couldn't take it anymore, he had woken up in the infirmary and suffered quite the shock upon realizing that it hadn't been a dream, he really had got beaten by an eleven year old girl. Added to that misery was the fact that he had been stewing about the snot-nosed witch that had cursed him, for the last hour while the professors had been trying counter charm after counter charm to try to break his curse and he was more than just pissed. "Harmful, I'm a bleeding girl, when the ministry hears about this."
Albus shook his head in mild exasperation, "They will of course do nothing." He tried to hold in his amusement at the shocked expression on Malfoy's new face. "It was a legal spell cast during a legal wizarding duel that you yourself started. Furthermore as your father is in Azkaban prison there is no one to bribe the ministry officials into harassing young Miss Rosenberg unlike what you did with Buckbeak. Which was, if I do say so myself, a coward's act. In sort, I believe the muggle phrase that comes to mind is 'suck it up', or maybe it was 'grow up.' Either way you will need to learn to live with being a girl if professor Flitwick cannot reverse the curse. Of course you could always do something honorable and make an honest apology to Miss Rosenberg," Albus noticed Malfoy's face was twisted with anger, "but alas from the expression on your face that would be expecting the impossible. You could of course hope that the med-witches in Saint Mungo's will have better luck than our most excellent charms professor, they are however, quite busy treating real injuries caused by death eaters and such things as actual emergences."
Malfoy couldn't quite bring himself to glare at Professor Dumbledore's stern face so he settled for glaring at the end of the bed. "What am I supposed to do in the mean time?"
"Being that you are at a school that has a number of classes, some of which you are even enrolled in, I would think that the answer was obvious. Professor Snape said to tell you he expects you back in class for his first lesson today. I suggest not being late, he is rather cross at you for embarrassing his house."
"I can't go to class looking like this."
"Well, you could of course try to convince Professor McGonagall to attempt to transform you back but there is no guaranty that the process wouldn't turn you into some freakish monster as the curse's magic warps the spell." Albus smiled as he left the infirmary.
Draco had never experienced a more horrible morning at Hogwarts, even getting beat at Quidditch by Potter was nothing compared to the humiliation and whispered comments that trailed him. It had started in Defense when Snape took ten points from Slytherin for his tardiness. He wasn't sure if he was more shocked at the loss of points or the fact that Snape was ignoring the snickers and silent laughter that was directed at Draco's way.
His morning took a turn for the worse as Snape pulled him to the front of the room as an example of excellent curse work. He had to stand there for fifteen minutes while his peers peppered Snape with questions that were way too personal about the curses effects on him. Even that he could have lived with if it hadn't been for the damn mudblood Granger's supposedly innocent question about if the curse was good enough to have Malfoy bleed every month like a real girl. The horrible mental images that rushed through his head with that question had nearly caused him to faint in front of the class. By the middle of the lesson Malfoy was sure that Snape was punishing him for not confiding in him about Voldemort's mission. By the end of the lesson when he assigned people to write an eight inch essay on what it would be like to be a member of the opposite sex for a few days he knew Snape hated him.
By lunch Malfoy was realizing just how thoroughly the mudblood bitch had dethroned him when even Crabbe and Goyle were refusing to take his orders. It didn't help that the form he found himself in wasn't the least bit intimidating. He couldn't even hex the first years without it getting back to Snape and him racking up hours of detention. It was perhaps not surprising that his every thought through lunch was getting revenge. He forced himself to stay in his seat rather than reach for his wand when the little whore waved happily at him from her seat at the Gryffindor tables. Draco resolved to find her after dinner someplace private and use a few unforgivable curses on her until she broke.
Harry shook his head to clear the insane thoughts of sympathy as he watched Malfoy lose a little bit more of his, or was it her, sanity as Gabrielle taunted him by smiling at him innocently. Harry reflected that it might not have been such a great idea to have the children spend so much hunting time with Spike and Illyria. It had sounded great to start with, give them field experience, give them a sense of accomplishment with little real danger, but he was fairly sure that they were the source of some of his children's more dark personality quirks. He figured he could deal with that if it kept his children alive longer. Though he had to admit that Gabrielle's vengeful side could have been from her mother. He was just glad it only really came out when she was protecting someone else.
Hermione grimaced as she chatted with Ginny about the destruction of Draco's social life. Hermione knew it was a rather common topic of conversation around the tables that would normally interest her greatly but she really didn't want to talk about it at dinner especially when Ginny was going into morbid detail about other possible things to do to Malfoy. She was always a little shocked when Ginny proved herself the most vengeful of the Weasleys. She was just glad that Lilyanne didn't seem as blood thirsty as her mother. Hermione was growing slightly more worried as the topic continued over the dinner that Draco would snap at some point and hurt himself or another. She admitted she was mostly concerned with him hurting Gabrielle or maybe Trista. Her dinner tasted like ash as her mind ran through a number of distasteful actions that Draco might take to get revenge.
As the weeks flew by Gabrielle was more than a bit relieved that the Draco mess was dieing down. Not only was she feeling a wee bit of guilt for ruining Draco's life she had found that the attention she herself was receiving was annoying. She had found that once the shock wore off and people realized that the professors couldn't or wouldn't return Malfoy to his normal form the speculation started. Gabrielle found herself badgered often about how exactly she had pulled off the curse in the first place. Mostly she was tired of getting followed everywhere by her siblings and others in an attempt to keep her safe from Malfoy. She knew she could take him, she'd proven it but that didn't make her sisters leave her alone. Not that she wanted another confrontation with him, but she wasn't going to run away.
She sighed her workload with all her teachers save Binns had gotten so bad that she was working on one transfiguration paper while watching the Gryffindor Quidditch game. It wasn't the best solution but after almost two weeks of not having time to run in the forest she was forcing herself to finish early so that she had enough time to attend the party then sneak off. Her workload from McGonagall in particular had increased from it's already breakneck amount to a level where Gabrielle was very glad she needed almost no sleep otherwise she would have had almost no social life. She had come to the conclusion by the third week of the mind numbingly brutal pace that her professors were trying to work her to death. It was either that or they wanted her to have no social life or chances to get into trouble, she wasn't exactly sure which. She just hoped she could last a few more weeks until the Christmas break.
Draco sighed the only good thing about the whole mess was being allowed her own room. It had only taken waking up one horrifying morning to have Crabbe standing over her body groping at her while she had been sleeping to show Snape that her sleeping in the boys dormitory wasn't in anyone's best interest anymore. She was just happy that Crabbe had gotten himself expelled for that terminally stupid action. Not that anything could make her happy right now, for in her hands she held an object that spelled her certain doom. It was a letter from her Aunt, it said that if she didn't complete her task by the start of the holidays then there was no point coming back. She knew there was no way to fix the cabinet in time. Without anyone to watch for people trying to use it the room of requirement was simply too dangerous to use. He sighed and forced himself to head toward the room of requirement. It was too dangerous not to as well.
Draco was startled as she spotted a person she knew well. She had almost pushed the thought of revenge out of her head but that was mostly due to there always being other people around the Rosenberg bitch and the fact that she had won the duel, even if it was obvious she had used some type of prepared spell or item or something that she snuck past the judges.
Draco wasn't sure what she was thinking when she pulled her extra wand out of her sleeve. At least one good thing had came out of the confrontation with Crabbe, a stolen untraceable wand. She knew her luck was finally going to change. Her mind going over and over the Avada Kadavra spell. She burst into the room and took aim at the girl's back.