A/N: Well, I have to admit that the idea
for this story isn't completely mine. After watching a bit of Star Trek: DS9
last night, this came to me. Yes, it was inspired by it. I don't remember what
the episode was called, but it's the one where Quark gets dressed up as a girl
because they're trying to convince this other Ferringhi guy to back their side.
Something like that. Never mind, it was all quite hilarious and it got me
thinking.
Things that just, well,
happen.
'Twas tough times for the Malfoy family.
Not only had Lucius lost his position on the Hogwarts board of directors, but
they were running short on money. Draco was informed of this by his slightly
stupid house-elf, Binky when he arrived at the Malfoy manor.
"What do you mean cutting back on our
servants?" Draco asked, turning around to face Binky, after being informed of
Binky's inability to produce his hot chocolate immediately, as he always had.
"Every one of them is needed!"
"W-w-well, Master said-" Binky stuttered,
realising he was out of his depth, and should probably leave the explaining to
Lucius.
"I don't care what Father said, you idiot!
I want my hot chocolate now!" Draco shouted.
"S-sir, I do not know how." Binky cowered
as he said this, afraid that Draco would do something to him, but knowing full
well he deserved it.
Draco brandished his wand, waving it about.
Finally he remembered how to produce hot chocolate. "Poculum chocolatum!"
he yelled, his wand pointed at Binky. A mug appeared in Binky's shaking hands.
Binky blinked. "H-h-here sir." He offered
the mug to Draco, and ran off to find the head house-elf.
Draco took a sip from the mug. "Hmm." He
said, "Needs a little something." He got out his wand again, and waved it at
the mug. He took another sip. It still lacked some special ingredient. He
reached for the bell, and the door opened.
"That was quick." He mused to himself.
"Binky, take this to the kitchens and tell them to make it the usual." He held
out his mug, expecting the house-elf to take it.
"I am no servant, Draco." Lucius' cold
voice sounded.
"Father!" Draco jumped and spun around to
face him. "I'm sorry, but that house-elf is misbehaving badly."
"Oh?" Lucius was slightly amused.
"He won't get me my hot chocolate!" Draco
said petulantly.
"Hot chocolate? I thought you favoured
brandy." Lucius was mildly surprised. "But forget about that for a moment. A
business associate is coming tomorrow, and I need a hostess. Your mother, as
you know, is unwell."
"What does that have to do with me?" Draco
said, surprised at this news, and curious.
"You will find one for me."
"Where?"
"Just find one!" Lucius said, getting
angry. He walked out of the room, and the door closed behind him.
"Find a hostess, hey? I'll find you a
bloody hostess!" Draco said to the door. Binky still hadn't appeared yet, and
Draco needed the drink. Then he recalled that he hadn't rung the bell, and did
so.
Little footsteps could be heard, running
down the hallway. The door opened.
"Yes sir?" the house-elf said.
"Get me my usual." Draco told him, and sat
down at his desk.
"Yes sir!" the house-elf ran off, eager to
do Draco's bidding. Obviously, he was a new one.
"And Father says he's cutting down on
staff." He muttered. Draco's mind wandered for a moment, then he remembered his
father's command: find a replacement hostess for his mother. Fleetingly, he
wondered what exactly had happened to her.
Draco got up and went to the door. To her
bedroom, or to the living room? Draco decided that his mother's bedroom would
be a likely place to find her. So he bent his steps in that direction.
As he drew closer to his mother's room, he
could hear screams and gasps. He also heard swearing. A lot of swearing. And
coming from his mother, which was quite unusual. Mostly, it was his father that
swore. Draco had picked up many useful words from him. Draco crept to the door.
He turned the handle slowly, and opened the door a crack. It gave a tiny
squeak, and Draco winced.
"Why the hell did he do this to me!"
Narcissa screamed, "I could kill him for this, the ugly brute!"
Draco opened the door further. He peered
around, and found his mother on the bed. She was fat. Really, it looked as
though she was pregnant. And then Draco realised his mother was in labour.
After 16 years, his mother was having a baby?
Draco closed the door, not wanting to know
more. He walked slowly back to his room, deep in thought.
***
Draco woke up with a sense of dread.
Something he had forgotten to do…something that was important to his father…did
he forget to hide the empty liquor bottles last night? Nah, he hadn't drunk
nearly anything last night. Was it his school report? Nope, he had done very
well this year-except in transfiguration. Something to do with Father's
business…yes, that was it. He had to find someone to host tonight's dinner, or
whatever it was. His mother had a baby. He had a little brother or sister. What
had happened during the ten months he had been away at school? Draco decided it
was too early in the morning to think about all that. He just wanted some strong
coffee and a croissant or two.
"Binky!" he yelled, exercising his lungs.
The little house-elf came running.
"Yes sir?" Binky said eagerly.
"Breakfast. Now." Draco told him, while he
went through his wardrobe. On finding his favourite black robes missing-the
ones with the tight-fitting sleeves with points, and the nice embroidery around
the hems, he rung the bell. Another house-elf came running.
"Yes sir?" It said.
"Are you new?" Draco looked at it closely,
"I don't remember you."
"Oh no, sir. Kinky has been here for many
years, working for the Master."
Draco raised his eyebrows. "Kinky?"
"My mother had run out of names for all of
us." Kinky explained. "What would you like, Master Malfoy?"
"Find my favourite robes." Draco commanded.
"The pretty ones?" Kinky looked eagerly at
Draco. "They are very nice."
"Yes, the-" Draco made a face, "-pretty
ones."
"Straight away, sir." Kinky ran off in the
direction of the laundry.
Binky came back with Draco's breakfast soon
after. As he sat down to some very buttery croissants, his mind drifted back to
finding a hostess. At first he thought of the canary & magenta pages.
Leaving greasy fingerprints all over the brightly coloured book, he flicked to
'Replacement mothers'. Finding the largest and most eye-catching ad, he got up
and chucked some powder on the fire. "Most Motherly Replacements" he said, and
a person's head appeared in the fireplace.
"Hello there. What may I do for you, son?"
a lady with grey curly hair said kindly.
"Uh-well, I need a hostess for my father's
dinner party tonight." Draco said, uncertain about what he was getting himself
into.
"Oh." The lady's face closed and turned
into a mask. "I'm sorry, I can't help you." She said automatically. "Goodbye."
Her head disappeared.
"Damn!" Draco swore, and went back to
perusing the canary & magenta pages. Obviously they were thinking motherly
mother replacements. He needed someone with a bit more…sophistication. Under
'hostess', there were several promising looking advertisements. Draco contacted
all of them, but they were all out-apparently, with the end of the school year,
there was a surge in the number of parties that needed hostess-type people.
Draco sighed. Then he owled his friends-Crabbe and Goyle. Perhaps their mothers
would agree to be a stand in hostess. But no, they were coming as the wives of
their husbands, who were also coming to this party that his father was holding.
Draco's thoughts drifted back to his
classmates. He thought of all the girls…some looked quite old. Would they do?
But what were their names? Pansy Parkinson just didn't look right; furthermore,
she had a bad case of acne. Millicent Bulstrode was a definite no-no. He
thought of the Gryffindors, and how they all looked rather fetching-he would
have asked some of them out, but they were Gryffindors. Still, Father didn't
have to know. Hermione Granger, in particular, looked the part. Draco wrote a
short message to her, and sent it off before he was too disgusted with himself.
"What the hell am I doing?" he said.
***
Hermione heard a tapping on the window. She
sighed. It was the third time this morning she was interrupted from reading War
and Peace. It was so annoying-every time she got to something interesting,
someone or something interrupted her. She opened the window, and a huge, grey
owl flew in.
Hermione untied the message from its leg.
It pecked her softly. "Oh, okay then." She said, and pulled a Mars Bar out of
her pocket. Ripping off the wrapper, she fed it to the owl. It hooted softly,
but made no sign of flying off again.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Waiting for an
answer?" she said, and the owl bobbed its head, as if in reply. She broke the
seal on the parchment, not noticing there was a snake on it, and read what was
inside.
Miss Granger,
Unfortunate
as this is, my father has commanded me to find a suitable lady to host his
latest business function. I do not wish to associate with you, but, seeing as
this is one of my last choices, it is necessary. The function is to be held
tonight, and you will be required to be here at 5:30 to serve cocktails.
Sincerely,
Draco
Malfoy.
Hermione gaped. What was Malfoy thinking,
bossing her around like this. And he expected her to go. She was one of
his last choices. He didn't even want to be associate with her. Well, stuff
him. She wasn't going. No way, Jose. Anyway, the finale of Voyager was on
tonight.
"Well that's that." She said to herself,
finding some blood-red ink and a slightly stuffed up quill. In big, blobby
letters, she wrote 'NO WAY' on top of his neatly written letter. She melted the
wax seal with a match, and stamped it with her seal-a cat.
Hermione tied the letter back onto the owl
and gave it a pat. "Now, off you go, sweetie." She said, and it flew out the
window. After watching it fly off, she turned back to her book, and lost
herself in it, completely forgetting about the letter from Draco Malfoy.
***
The owl flew in and landed softly on the
perch next to Draco's desk. He noted the smears of chocolate and caramel around
her mouth.
"Has that mudblood been feeding you, Cornelia?"
he asked. The owl hooted something that curiously sounded like 'maybe'. Draco
untied the parchment from her leg. He noted that the image on the seal was a
cat. How interesting. He thought to himself. But reading the reply on
the inside put him out of his 'good' mood.
"HOW CAN SHE TELL ME 'NO WAY'?" he yelled.
"I-I-I STOOP TO HER LEVEL, AND SHE DOESN'T ACCEPT MY KIND OFFER?" he screamed,
bringing Binky running.
"Is anything the matter, sir?" the
house-elf inquired.
"YES! I'M EXTREMELY ANNOYED! NOW GO AWAY!"
Draco yelled.
"Oh, yes sir!" Binky bowed and walked out
backwards, closing the door softly behind him.
Draco calmed down after downing a few shots
of brandy. "Okay." He said to himself. "How do I get a hostess?" He glanced at
the canary & magenta pages, and read their tagline. "Let your fingers do
the walking. Hah!" he snorted. "Like it works!"
After an hour of thinking, he finally gave
up and called for lunch. Instead of Binky, Kinky came running with the
fettuccine carbonara, the glass of white and the crusty bread.
"How to solve this problem?" he mused to
himself as he sat down. Kinky put the tray down.
"How to solve what?" Kinky asked, aware
what this single question could do to his employment in the Malfoy manor.
"How to find a hostess for Father's
business gathering tonight." Draco answered without thinking.
"Ah, yes. Missus is in bed with her new
baby girl beside her. She will not be able to come tonight." Kinky nodded with
importance.
"She had a girl? I have a sister?" Draco
said sharply.
"Oh yes. A pretty little thing." Kinky
nodded happily. "You have tried the canary & magenta pages?" he asked.
"What? Oh, yes. I couldn't find anyone."
Draco said, thinking about his sister and how she'd be like.
"Well, then may Kinky suggest someone?" Kinky
said, huge eyes sparkling.
"Who? Do you know someone?" Draco said,
eager to see whom Kinky would suggest.
"Yourself." Kinky said, smiling widely.
"Myself?" Draco said, puzzled. "I'm not a
girl." He said.
"But you can act like one." Kinky said,
jumping up and down with glee.
"I can?" Draco said, confused.
"Really, you're already halfway there."
Kinky said, pointing to Draco's hair. Over the past year at school, he had
grown it long. It could now be tied back in a ponytail, which was how Draco
wore it normally.
"Yes…but don't I need a…chest?" Draco could
think of nothing else.
"Oh, that is nothing. Kinky has done it
many times!" Kinky said, bouncing up and down. "It's fun." He added,
confidingly.
"Right…" Draco said doubtfully. "So…do I
need my spell books?" he asked, hoping he wouldn't have to drag them out of his
trunk.
"Nope. The spell is easy. All you have to
say is mamillarum, and point your wand at your chest. And you'll need
new robes as well." Kinky added.
"New robes?" Draco said, thrilled at the idea
of going shopping.
"Yes. Mail order should be fine." Kinky
said.
"Okay then. Would you mind excusing me for
a moment?" Draco said, and walked into his ensuite.
***
Draco definitely couldn't believe what he
was doing‑cross-dressing for his father. What would everyone at school
say if they knew? He thought to himself. He shook his head. They wouldn't
know. Nobody had to know.
One hour ago, he had grown himself some
breasts. They were big, but not too big. He had a good cleavage now-no need for
push-up bras, and he couldn't keep his eyes off them. Now he was leafing
through various dress robes mail order catalogues, looking for the perfect
dress. Kinky was helping him greatly.
Draco examined the page. The witch in it
was twirling around, so he could see all of the dress. It was very pretty- a
midnight blue low-cut tight dress, with another layer of glittering transparent
stuff over it. It had very, very high slits, which was practical-Draco couldn't
envisage anyone walking in it otherwise. He read the price tag-only 50
Galleons, and it came with matching shoes. It would do. He'd borrow some of his
mother's diamonds, and it would look fine. Quickly, Draco filled out the order
form, and sent it off with Cordelia. Hopefully it would arrive soon.
***
With only two hours left, Draco was getting
nervous. What should he call himself? Should he wax or shave? How should he
wear his hair? It was nearly too much for him to handle.
"Kinky has a good name for Master-uh,
Mistress Malfoy." Kinky said, letting in Cordelia with the package.
"What?" Draco said, hoping it wasn't half
as bad as the twenty-six other names Kinky had come up with.
"Portia." Kinky said proudly.
"Well, it's definitely better than
Elizabeth, Jane, Mary, Catherine and Lydia, along with the twenty-one others."
Draco said dryly. "It will do." He sighed. Well, that was one question out of
the way. "Now, Kinky, should I wax or shave?" he asked the house-elf.
"Magic, sir, uh, madam, is always better."
Kinky said knowledgeably.
"And what is this spell?" Draco asked.
"Deradere." Kinky said.
"Okay then. Draco took off his robes, and
aimed his wand at his legs, which looked hairless. "Deradere!" he said,
and to his surprise, nothing happened. Draco looked up at Kinky.
"Sir is already hairless." Kinky said, stating
what he thought was the obvious.
"Okay then. I'll need perfume…Get me some
of that stuff…Dumgrop, I think it was called." Draco said. "And how should I
wear my hair?" he added.
"Any way you want, master-uh, mistress."
Kinky said.
"Would you stop it with the girl thing
already? I only have a lovely pair of knockers on me-I'm not a girl." Draco
said, a trifle annoyed.
"Okay, master." Kinky said, going to get
Draco's perfume.
***
Draco had dressed himself in the dress-it
fit perfectly. His mother's diamonds looked particularly good, and his hair was
all smooth and drawn back in a knot. He put on some lipstick, some eye shadow,
and a tinsy bit of blush. He looked at himself in the mirror-and liked what he
saw. He was pretty. He was feminine. He was a girl.
"Arrgh!" he yelped, jumping in fright. He
didn't want to be a girl!
"Master looks stunning tonight." Kinky said
reverently. "But you need to be changing your voice. It is too deep."
Draco frowned at himself. "I suppose you're
right, Kinky. And I suppose you know how to do that as well?" He said, looking
hopefully at the house-elf.
"Yes, master, I do! Acutus!" Kinky said,
beaming at his master.
"Okay then. Good bye, voice." Draco said. "Acutus!"
he said, pointing his wand at his throat. A purple beam of light surrounded his
neck, and he felt his vocal chords tighten.
"Uh, how do I sound?" Draco said, now
definitely a soprano.
"Like a girl!" Kinky said.
"Umm…Good." Draco said. He glanced at the
clock on the wall. It was 5:15. "I'd better go, Kinky. Thanks for your help."
He waved at Kinky, and wobbled down the hall on his high heels.
***
"Uh, hello Mr Malfoy. Draco sent me?" Draco
said, his voice squeaky, even though it was supposed to be high-pitched.
"Hello, my dear. And what might your name
be?" Lucius said, taking Draco's hand and kissing it.
"Portia, Mr Malfoy." Draco said nervously.
"Portia? Portia who? And please call me
Lucius." Lucius said charmingly.
"Portia…Moulinmerde." Draco said, dragging
up two of the few words he knew of French.
"Quite interesting." Lucius said.
"Uh…yes." Draco said, hoping his father
didn't know what he such said.
"Well, my dear, we must get down to work.
You see, tonight I will be hosting a goodbye party for myself, seeing as no one
will do it for me. But the invitations came from my wife. This is supposed to
be a surprise for me. Unfortunately, my wife is…indisposed. That is why I need
you." Lucius explained.
"I…see." Draco said. Really, his father was
worse than he thought.
"So, from 5:30 until 6:30 you will be
serving cocktails and greeting guests. Do not worry about not knowing anyone, I
will give you a list with photographs, and you will memorise them instantly
with the help of a little magic. At 6:30, dinner will be served. You
understand, this is a 13-course dinner. It is expected it will go on until 8:30
or 9 o'clock. Then, the band will be unveiled, and there will be dancing until
the last guest leaves. Is that clear?" Lucius said.
"Clear as can be." Draco said, slightly
unsure about what was going on.
"Okay. I'll show you where to go now."
Lucius took Draco by the elbow, and led him through the double doors.
***
Draco sat down, trying to be graceful. He
had just spent the last hour serving cocktails and greeting everyone. It was
quite tiring, especially with those damn high heels on. He was really hungry
now, and was eager to start dinner.
As the first course was served, he turned
to the person next to him. It astonished Draco greatly to discover that it was
Harry Potter. What Harry Potter was doing at Lucius Malfoy's farewell party was
quite above him. Draco had apparently missed him on the guest list. Then he saw
Dumbledore next to him. That would be it-Potter following Dumbledore like a
lost dog.
***
"So…Miss Moulinmerde. How are you?" Harry
said, nearly choking over her last name. Really, it was quite ridiculous. She
was so beautiful…silver blonde hair, just like…Draco Malfoy. Harry fleetingly
wondered where Draco was; this was, after all, the Malfoy mansion.
"Uh, quite good, Mr Potter. And yourself?"
Draco asked.
"Very well. Actually, coming here at first
didn't sound like a good idea. But when I saw you, well…" Harry trailed off. He
smiled.
Draco blushed and batted his eyelashes. Ow.
He thought. How do those girls keep it up? "Oh, Mr Potter, you're too
kind." He smiled.
"Please, call me Harry." Harry said,
pleased at the progress he was making-much quicker than with Cho.
"Only if you'll call me Portia." Draco
smiled sweetly.
"Very well, Portia. Don't you think this
steak is delicious?" Harry said, chomping on a large hunk with his mouth open.
"Why, yes." Draco said, inwardly cringing
every time Harry chewed the piece of meat. How on earth could he stand the
night sitting next to him?
***
Draco sighed in relief. Finally, at 9:15,
he would be able to escape from Harry Potter. Draco didn't realise how much
Harry had changed since he saw him back in 91. Before, he never had any
reason-or any chance to look at Harry closely. Now, after a full 2 and 3
quarters of an hour sitting next to him, he had figured out why every girl in
the school was after Harry Potter.
"Would you care to dance, Portia?" Harry
inquired hopefully.
"What? Oh, of course." Draco replied,
smiling, reminded of back in fourth year, when Harry said he didn't dance.
Harry led Portia out onto the dance floor.
Surprisingly, Harry was a good dancer.
After about fifteen minutes, Portia excused
herself, saying she needed to 'go freshen up'. Harry let her go willingly,
knowing she'd be back soon.
***
Mad-eye Moody walked up to Harry. "Having
fun, young Harry?" he asked.
"What?" Harry said, his eyes fixed on some
distant point. "Oh, yes, I am. That girl, Portia Moulinmerde is quite
charming."
"Who?" Mad-eye Moody said.
"Portia. The hostess. With the silver
blonde hair and blue-grey eyes, in the blue dress." Harry sighed.
"What?" Mad-eye Moody said, confused.
"You know, she was sitting next to me at
dinner?" Harry said impatiently. It appeared that old Mad-eye's memory was
going.
"You were sitting between that Malfoy pup
and Dumbledore, Harry. What are you talking about?"
"Draco Malfoy? He isn't here." Harry said.
"Of course, his hair was all coiffed up,
and he was wearing girl's dress robes." Mad-eye said, chuckling as he
remembered.
"But-but…" Harry trailed off, trying to
arrange his thoughts in his mind.
Draco overheard Mad-eye and Harry from a
distance. At first, he couldn't make out what they were saying. But as he came
closer, on the pretext of giving them some after-dinner mints, he heard them
talking about Portia.
"…not really her, Harry."
"It can't be! She was so nice!" Draco heard
Harry.
Uh oh, danger. Red alert, red alert!
Draco thought to himself. Dropping the mints, he walked straight up to Harry.
"Hello Harry, Mad-eye." He purred, putting
an arm around Harry.
"Hello, Master Malfoy." Mad-eye nodded,
"I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me." He wandered off, leaving Harry and
'Portia' together.
Draco's face went pale.
"What did he call you, Portia?" Harry said.
"H-he called me Draco." Draco said.
"And why might that be?" Harry said,
beginning to be a little suspicious.
"I have no idea, Harry." Draco thought it
was time he had better take some action. He turned to face Harry full on, and
kissed him.
After several seconds, Draco couldn't take
it anymore, and he pulled away.
"Wow, Portia." Harry said, breathless.
"Oh, Harry." Draco said, deciding that the
best course of action was to keep up the charade, no matter how repulsive even
pretending to fall in love with his archenemy was.
Mad-eye Moody appeared beside them again.
To him, it was utterly disgusting-Harry Potter playing tonsil hockey with Draco
Malfoy. He decided it was in all of their best interests to alert Harry to this
fact.
"Ahem. Harry, you are kissing Draco
Malfoy." Mad-eye said.
"Nonsense, Mad-eye. This is Portia." Harry
resumed kissing Portia/Draco, not caring who saw.
"Harry. You are not kissing a girl. You are
kissing Draco Malfoy and it's absolutely disgusting!" Mad-eye shouted, as the
entire population of the hall turned to look at them.
***
Lucius heard something about Draco and Harry.
To hear their names mentioned in the same sentence was quite alarming, and he
turned around to see who had said it. It turned out to be Mad-eye Moody.
Next to Mad-eye Moody, he could see…Portia
and a black haired boy with glasses-he wasn't sure who it was, but they were
kissing…Lucius twigged, and realised that that boy was Harry Potter. POTTER?
AND HIS HOSTESS? Lucius roared and charged over to them.
"Portia! You will stop this immediately!"
Lucius yelled.
"What, Father? Oh, yes." Draco said
vaguely. He was just beginning to enjoy this.
"I'm sorry, Portia. What did you say?"
Lucius looked closely at Portia, who was still standing in Harry's embrace.
"What? Nothing. Nothing at all." Draco
realised his slip, and tried to hide it.
"See?" Mad-eye said triumphantly, "He is
Draco Malfoy. And Lucius is his father!"
"What?" Harry yelped, and jumped a metre
into the air, releasing Portia or Draco or whoever it was.
"Unless…" Mad-eye trailed off thoughtfully.
When he realised everyone was staring at him, he said "Never mind."
"Draco? Is that you?" Lucius said,
suspiciously.
"Umm…" Draco looked around, trying to find
a means of escape. "Er-yes." He flushed bright red, but didn't make a move.
"Look at me, um…Draco." Lucius put his
hands firmly on Draco's shoulders. Draco looked up at him, fearfully.
"This is an outrage. How can you do this to
me? Everyone will remember me as the guy with the cross-dressing son!" Lucius
shook Draco.
"I-I'm sorry, Father. I couldn't find
anybody else." Draco said.
"Not even some stupid Muggle? Not even a
mudblood?" Lucius shook Draco harder, unaware of the even bigger than before
scene that he was causing.
"Well, I tried the Granger girl but-" Draco
said.
Harry, still listening, moved closer.
"Hermione?" he said, wondering briefly if the same thing would've happened had
Hermione been hostess.
"Yes-Hermione." Draco ground out, still in
the clutches of his father. "Father-people are staring." He added, noticing the
many pairs of eyes fixed on them.
"Oh. Right. Well, Draco, go to your room-now!"
Lucius ordered. He turned around to face everybody else. "Well, there's nothing
here for you to be gawking at!" he yelled. "Now go home, before I call the hit
wizards!" and he glared menacingly.
People stopped staring, and slowly filed
out the door, talking in hushed voices. Soon, Dumbledore, Mad-eye Moody, Harry
and Lucius Malfoy were the only people left.
"Well, Mr Malfoy, tonight was very
entertaining. Thank you for your hospitality." Dumbledore said jovially.
"You're…welcome." Lucius said.
"Now come, Harry, Mad-eye, we must be
leaving. Goodbye!" Dumbledore said, and apparated, leaving Harry to find his
broomstick and Mad-eye to apparate as well.
***
Draco was feeling…well; there was no other
way to put it- scared. He didn't know what his father would do after finding
out about the cross-dressing. A knock sounded on the door. Draco jumped.
"C-come in." he said hesitantly, hoping it wasn't his father.
Lucius stood in the doorway. "Oh good." He
smiled. "You haven't changed yourself back, I see."
Draco swallowed, unable to speak.
"Now, my son. Or should I say, daughter? I
will teach you a lesson. Come with me." Lucius turned and walked down the
hallway.
Draco stood stock still, not moving a
muscle. What was he in for?
"Don't worry, Draco. We'll have fun."
Lucius said, sensing Draco's apprehension. "Now come with me."
Draco decided that it was in his best
interests to follow. So he followed Lucius down the hall, dressed as Portia
Moulinmerde.
A/N: Well, was it good? I won't write a
sequel-I'll leave your imaginations to that. Please review, comments (whether
they are positive or negative) are appreciated.
And if anyone wants to tell me exactly what
Portia's last name means, feel free. (I already know, but hey, why not?)
