Chapter 11

"Well…um… You know the basics of women right?" He looked at me quizzically, and somewhat frightened.

"Yeah…?"

"Well" laugh." I'm…uh…In the middle of a cycle right now."

"What do you…?" His eyes widened in realization. "Ah hell no! You've got to be kidding me!"

"Nope sorry." I said laughing."Like I said. This is gonna be good."

"Great. I'm going to be the only male, ever to get a period. Great. Juuuuust great."

He continued grumbling, until a wide grin spread across his face. I was suddenly very frightened.

"Okay then. If I have to do this then you get to play quiddich."

"What?! But I'm afraid of heights!"

"I know." Draco grinned.

"Why?" I whined.

"Well, I'm captain, so there's no way that I'm going to miss practice this week, even if you're in my body, and plus. If I have to suffer, then you are going to be suffering with me."

I glared at him, my earlier happiness quickly fading away.

This was definitely going to be a week of hell.

I growled, and then stomped over to the closet, tripping in the process. I resurfaced amid loud laughter, and I turned and glared to see myself/Draco/whoever rolling on the floor and clutching her/his sides (Dammit, I'll never get used to it)

"I'm glad you think that's so funny, seeing as it's your body I'm breaking while doing it."

That stopped him. "Just be careful, and don't do anything stupid, alright."

"Well I'm sorry, but being a girl for the past seventeen years, I'm a little off balance. And besides, I'm not used to having feet the size of Sasquatch!"

"You know what they say about men with big feet right?" He smirked, still sitting on the floor.

"Arrgh!" I turned and again stomped over to the closet. I could hear Draco get up off the floor snickering, and following me, however when I re-emerged with a bra, skirt and blouse that's when he blew.

"Oh no! I will not have the school see my body in a skirt. That is just so wrong!"

I stared in confusion, then realization hit me and I started to laugh.

"They're not for me wise guy. They're for you!"

"Wha…?"

"You're a girl remember?"

He looked down and blushed clearly embarrassed. "Oh…Right." He stepped forward and took the clothes.

"Oh and by the way, you need to come to the bathroom with me."

"Why? How much more torture can you put me through?!" He whined. I grabbed his hand and pulled him, half dragging across the hall and into the bathroom. I grinned evilly. Maybe having toned quiddich muscles wasn't so bad after all.

"Well, you have your period right now so I need to show you how to put on a pad, as I really don't feel comfortable with you using a tampon." I grumbled back and fished in the cabinet under the sink for the pad.

"This is so humiliating! Why me?! If the guys ever saw me!"

"Well they won't. And even if they did, you look and sound like Hermione Granger, so unless you fancy telling them…"

"No!"

"Well then stop complaining." I found the pad and showed him how to use it. That process wasn't as painful as I thought it would be, I was just glad that I wouldn't have to suffer through it for a change. "It's about time that at least one of you males realized what we females go through every month." I added, and stood up. A last minute thought made me crouch back down and fish out a small bottle of pills.

"What are those for?" He asked pale faced, clearly afraid to ask. I opened the bottle, shook out two pills and offered my open hand towards him.

"They're pain meds." I tried to explain. "I usually have pretty bad cramps during my period, trust me, you're going to want to take them."

He scoffed at me. "Ha! Is that all? I'm a man! I'm tough. What's a little pain here or there?"

"I really think you'll want to…"

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." He stood up and went back into the bedroom, I followed.

"Oh, and you'll want to change your pad in few hours, there should already be a couple of pads in my book bag. My periods can be heavy."

He groaned again and made his way over to the bed. When he got there he seemed to eye the small pile of clothes tentatively, before he picked up the bra between his thumb and forefinger as if it might try to eat him.

"How do you put this on?"

I strolled up behind him and grabbed it out of his hands. "Years of practice now turn around." He did, "And please don't look down, you may be in my body, but I won't have you ogling at it." He rolled my eyes and did as he was bid.

"Raise your arms." He did so. I looped his arms through the straps, then made sure it was in place and hooked the two ends together.

"Geez! How can you guys breathe in these things?! I feel so constricted!" He complained, and tugged at the bra.

"And I feel somewhat violated now shush."

I was able to force him into the blouse, and skirt, to which he replied.

"I'm a chick, this is just wrong." He said looking at himself in the mirror as he tied the Gryffindor tie around his neck. While I was getting dressed, I had caught him trying to put on one of his own Slytherin ties. I won't go into details but let's just say that I won that argument.

"Tell me about it."

I deemed us to be presentable, so we grabbed our robes and book bags and stepped out of the portrait for breakfast. We had already walked down a few hallways when Draco spoke up:

"Wow, I never thought I would say this, and I will seek revenge upon you if you tell anyone, but wearing a skirt isn't so bad." I snorted, and several passing students looked at us strangely.

"I don't know what it is, but I feel so free in it." He said twirling again. I was still laughing at this point.

"Just wait until you walk outside for Herboligy."

"What do you mean?" He stopped spinning and fell into pace beside me.

"Well, its autumn, so when a strong breeze comes by, you're legs will freeze."

"Like I said before, I'm a man, I'm tough. What's a little cold wind."

I shook my head. This was going to be a long week.

Back in the common room after dinner

"Would you mind telling me about that tough part again?" I asked smugly. Watching as Draco dragged himself through the portrait and flopped on the couch, obviously in pain.

"Shut up." He groaned clutching his stomach.

I grinned triumphantly, "I told you I got bad cramps, but you didn't listen did you?"

"Stop laughing and get me the drugs." He groaned from his spot on the couch. I smiled, but got the pills and a glass of water anyway. He took them, and his head fell back on the armrest of the sofa.

"They should start to work in a few minutes." I said, hopefully reassuringly.

"I'll be fine." He opened one eyebrow and glanced at my face, "You might want to hurry, or you'll be late for Quiddich.

"Damn."

"My broom is in a box under the bed by the way." He chuckled, clearly enjoying my suffering.

I waved him off and walked reluctantly up the stairs to replace Draco's school robes with his quiddich ones. Then I took out the box from under the bed, opened the clasps and groaned. I grabbed the broom and went back down to the couch.

"Do I have to use this one?!" I half-yelled, slightly panicking.

"Of course you do. Why not?"

"It's so fast!!"

"Yeah, that's why I bought it."

I was holding in my hands the new Lightning bolt racing broom. I had seen it shopping in Diagon alley. It was supposed to be faster even, than the Fire bolt. I suddenly felt nauseous.

"Cant I use something slower?" I pleaded. "Maybe a shooting star, or the clean sweep." I named off the two slowest brooms ever made. Hey I wasn't always ignoring Harry and Ron's Quiddich debates, no matter how boring they got sometimes.

"Absolutely not!"

"You're not going to give in are you?" I said in defeat.

"Nope." He smiled. Jerk. "Have fun. And don't worry everyone on the team pretty much takes care of themselves, so you won't have to do much. Just be happy that there is only one practice this week"

At least that made it somewhat better, I think. I grumbled the whole way down to the quiddich pitch. I didn't even know how to fly, and I hated heights. Perfect. Note sarcasm.

Two hours later

"Where have you been?! Practice ended an hour ago!"

I had just got back from the quiddich pitch and I was covered in mud. I cast a repellant charm on the sofa and sat down on one side.

"I was at practice." I shrugged my shoulders as Draco in my body sat down at the other end of the sofa.

"Like I said, practice should've ended an hour ago."

"It did." I replied.

"Well then, what took you so long to get back?"

"Well…"

Draco suddenly got very curious. "What did you do?" He asked worriedly.

"Well, I may have stayed late."

He rolled his eyes. "I know that part, but what were you doing?"

"Flying." I stated simply. Draco started to laugh.

"Ha, wow, you're funny. For a minute there I thought you said that you stayed late to fly some more… Wait…You were serious?!" His shocked face took in my smiling one. I nodded.

"I thought you hated flying?!"

"So did I." I smiled back.

"What changed your mind?"

Flashback

I entered the pitch only to look up and see the rest of the Slytherin team already in the air.

"Here goes nothing." I huffed, swung one leg over the broom, and held on for dear life. Closing my eyes as tight as they would go, I pushed off from the ground like I had seen Harry do many times. I felt wind rush past my face, and I hesitantly opened my eyes. It took all of my will power to not scream when I did. I was hovering nearly two hundred feet in the air. Almost double the height of everyone else on the team. I felt petrified.

Oh dear lord.

"Hey Draco! Get down here!" It took me a few minutes to remember that they thought I was Draco, and when I did I racked my brain trying to figure out how to make the broom go lower.

The jerk couldn't even have given me some basic tips on how to even think of accomplishing this.

"I'll be right down!" I seemed to remember Harry mentioning something about leaning forward so that's what I did, and I was rewarded by the broom plummeting towards the ground. I pulled it up just in time though, to hover, level, to the Slytherins.

"Where've you been?" I dark haired almost Italian looking boy asked me. I recognized him as Blaise Zabini. "Was your ball and chain keeping you busy?" He laughed; the rest of the team joined him. Everyone that is except for one, I groaned when I saw Pansy Parkinson glaring at me from her broom, she wasn't carrying a bat so I assumed that she was a chaser.

"What? OH! No she wasn't. I couldn't find my gloves." I hoped that was a good enough save. Apparently not.

"Right, sure. You never lose anything Draco…Any ways, what do we do now oh great and wise captain?"

Dammit. "Ummm…The usual?" It sounded more like a question than an answer. I didn't even know if there was a usual.

Apparently there was as the team immediately broke off into roughly two even teams. One beater each, two chasers per side, and the remaining chaser went with the keeper, Marcus Flint, to the far goal posts with a spare quaffle. I was seeker. Perfect. I can't even play and they expect me to play one of the most important positions on the team.

I didn't know which side of the make shift teams to play for so I just grabbed the practice snitch and decided to just focus on not losing it.

I was just about to release it when a sharp pain hit me on the back of the head. I turned and growled.

"Oops, sorry. My bad." Pansy apologized, innocence etched onto her face. I noticed her glare at me when the rest of the team had their backs turned. Innocence? Ha! Yeah right.

I sat hovering above the rest of the team searching for that small gleam of gold, thinking about how completely ridiculous and impossible that was when I spotted it. It had to be my lucky day. I tried to keep my eye on that small flitting gleam of gold, while I tried to figure out how to move the broom forward.

I leaned forward slightly again, and the broom shot forward, again too far and I had to duck at the last minute to keep from smashing into one of the three goal posts. I pulled up on the broom, and searched around me again, finally spotting at about fifty feet in the air directly above me. I didn't know how I did it, but I shot up and soon I was racing at breakneck speed chasing the snitch around the quiddich pitch.

I sensed that I was closing in on it so I reached out my hand, sped up, and snatched the snitch out of the air.

I whooped loudly as I reined in Draco's broom and smiled. This wasn't so bad; I was actually starting to enjoy it.

I was just about ready to release the practice snitch again, when Another Quaffle hit my head.

"Ow! Dammit!" I rubbed the back of my head with my free hand, and turned only to glimpse Pansy's retreating figure.

I rubbed the sore spot again, growling, and released the snitch.

An hour later, practice was over and the team put away the equipment. I stayed in the air and continued to fly around as they landed and made their way back up to the castle.

I was really getting the hang of this whole flying thing. I smiled as I raced, flipped, turned, and spiraled around the pitch. It got dark long before I realized just how long I had been up there, so I reluctantly landed Draco's broom and ran up to the castle and into the Head's common room.

End Flashback

I finished my story and looked up to see a very stunned, openmouthed Draco staring back at me. After about five minutes he spoke.

"I don't believe it."

"Well you should, because I wouldn't lie about something like this."

He took in my smiling face, and a wide grin stretched across his own. "Now you see, I told you it wasn't that bad, but you didn't listen." He said smugly to me.

"Oh really, just like you wouldn't listen about the cramps?" I smiled back.

"That reminds me. Since I am still being tortured by this monthly curse of yours, and since you seem to not be tortured at all by the flying anymore, I'm going to have to find a new way to torture you this week." He grinned. I didn't like that look on his/my face at all.

"If you remember correctly, I was tortured."

"Oh? Pray tell."

"Pansy kept hitting me on the head with a quaffle; if I were you I would watch my back for a while."

"Technically you are me." Draco stated innocently.

"You know what I mean!"

"Wow, my wife can play quiddich. Personally, I find that to be quite sexy actually."

I shook my head, and playfully slapped his arm.

Draco laughed. I got up off the sofa.

"where're you going?"

"As much as I want to avoid it, I need a shower."

"Well this should be interesting."

I nodded. "And quite possibly, slightly scarring as well."

"Hey! I resent that! Might I have you know that I spent a long time getting my body to look the way it does. You should at least be happy that it isn't Potter or Weasly's body that you're in now."

I shuddered visibly. "Please don't. That is a mental image that I really do not want to visualize. They're like brothers to me. That would be so wrong."

He laughed. "Indeed it would." He paused, and then sniffed his/my underarm. "Come to think of it I need a shower as well. He got up and followed me to the bathroom.

Fast forward to the bathroom.

Despite my new, longer legs, Draco still managed to beat me to the bathroom. I entered it only to see that Draco had already removed his shirt and was now working on the skirt.

"alright first things first." I waved my wand and the rest of his clothes became a blue bikini.

"What the…?"

"I really don't feel comfortable with you seeing my body. This is as far as I'll let you go." I stated. As far as I'll let you go for now. No! Stop! Bad Hermione bad!

Draco didn't respond, he was staring at himself open mouthed in the mirror. I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes to bring him back into focus.

"Enough! Now get in that shower." "And don't touch!" I called as an afterthought.

I really couldn't stand there waiting for the shower while covered in mud so I removed his Quiddich robes and transfigured his shirt and pants into a pair of swim trunks, then I warmed the water in the pool sized bath tub (with magic of course) and dove in.

I swam a couple of laps before returning to the side and grabbing the soap and shampoo, with which I cleaned myself of all the mud and sweat. I tried not to blush as my hands lathered soap over my/Draco's muscular shoulders and toned abs. (A/N: Drool).

I finished quickly, stepped out of the bath and muttered a drying spell. I turned as I heard the water in the shower turn off and Draco stepped out and onto the marble tile floor. He stepped back when he saw me

"But how…?'

I pointed to the bath tub, then to the swim trunks and smiled.

He rolled his eyes and dried himself.

I transfigured the swim trunks into a pair of red boxers and headed into the bedroom.

"Awe hell no!" I heard Draco exclaim. I turned to face him; he was staring at my boxers.

"What's wrong?" I asked innocently, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"They're red!"

"Yeah, so?"

"That's for Gryffindors! I am not a Gryffindor! I'm a pureblooded Slytherin!"

I rolled my eyes. "Well I'm not. And since I'm going to be in your body for a while, you better get used to red boxers."

He groaned.

"Look if it'll make things better, I have an idea."

"What is it?" He looked up. He seemed truly interested.

"Follow me."

I lead him over to my dresser and opened the drawer with my nighties. I pulled out the green one with silver lacing and tossed it to him.

"There, happy?"

He grinned. "Very. Now tell me, why a Gryffindor like you would be in willing possession of such a Slytherin garment?" He smirked at me, Draco waved his wand so that he was now wearing the nighty.

"Because green and silver are my two favourite colours." I muttered quickly getting into the bed. I hoped that he didn't catch that.

He did.

He laughed incredulously at this statement, from his side of the bed. "And would the reason for that come from our glorious new relationship we have now?"

"Of course not! Geez, you have a big head."

"Hey!" He exclaimed in mock hurt.

"If you must know, green and silver were my favourite colours long before I even found out about Hogwarts. Since I was seven actually."

I waved my wand and turned out the lights. Draco spoke.

"Aren't most girls supposed to worship the color pink at that age?" He asked innocently. He turned in the bed so that he was facing me on his side. I laughed.

"Most girls do, however, after living with me for a while, you will come to find that I am definitely not like most girls."

"That you are not."