The slang/spelling of the words in this fic are English, for I am British,
and for my country's pride, I spell colour with a 'u'!
Disclaimer: The usual.
Bad dream.very bad dream.Draco told himself. He was lying down on the fluffy hospital bed, and started to pull himself up into a sitting position. It had to be a dream! There's no way in hell that he could be a...
He looked down.
The screams rang all through the hospital wing like a wailing, high-pitched fire alarm. You could hear the sound of pained groans coming from the other occupied beds form people who had obviously been sleeping.
"Will you please try to become calm, Miss Malfoy, the other patents need their rest too." said Madame Pomfrey sternly. Draco sprung to his feet, but fell down instantly from the weight of his chest. He was just not used to those things! The door opened whilst Madame Pomfrey struggled to keep Draco form getting up again. Dumbledor walked in with his annoying little twinkley eyed smile was accompanied by two people. Professor Snape (who took one look at Draco and swore rather rudely) and.
"POTTER!"
Harry took two steps back as Draco lunged himself at him. His regulation green night-dress stretched tightly over his huge bosoms, hitching it up to mini skirt length. Snape and Dumbledor both caught one of Draco's arms, catching him before he could fall flat on his face again. Rage was the only expression on his face.
"Now, now, mister Malfoy." Dumbledor started, eyes a twinkle "Mister Potter has come to say something to you. Isn't that right, Harry?" Dumbledor turned to look at Harry to find him with his eyes wide and his jaw hanging.
"Yeah.nice knockers." He blurted. The room went icily silent, Draco now going red form anger and embarrassment.
"Nice WHAT?!"
"You heard the boy." Dumbledor said with total seriousness. "Lovely melons you've got there, Mister Malfoy." He turned to Harry. "Excellent gender switching spell. No flaws at all. Well done."
"WHAT!?!?!"
"But Professor Dumbledor!-" Snape began to protest, angry that Harry had been congratulated for this disaster rather than hung by his thumbs form the dungeon ceiling whilst having to recite the ingredients of a tongue swelling antidote.
"Hush now, Severus, less I bring up the incident with James Potter where you were transfigured into a parsnip."
And with that, Snape abruptly shut up.
"Oh, do not worry, my dear girl." Dumbledor had turned to see the look of horror on Draco's face. He smiled and said "You are the perfect example of femininity. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine in the girls dormitory as you did in the boys." Draco turned in disbelief to Professor Snape, hoping to get support form him, only that he was sitting on a conjured chair, and had flushed a deep pink colour, mumbling angrily into his flattened palm that he rested his mouth on.
"YOU...CAN'T...BE...SERIOUS?!"
"I certainly am, my dear. Now, I'm sure you need some rest, so just relax, and we will-"
"I'M NOT STUCK LIKE THIS, AM I?!"
"Um, well I'm afraid that there's no known counter spell or reversal for this particular transfigurative spell, but-"
"THAT'S BLOODY RIDICULOUS!" Draco interrupted. "HOW THE HELL IS IT POSSIBLE TO CHANGE PROFESSOR SNAPE BACK FORM A FRIGGIN PASNIP AND NOT CHANGE ME BACK INTO A BOY?!"
"Nobody ever said the laws of magic were logical, Miss Malfoy" Dumbledor smiled exasperatedly. "I will have Professor McGonnagal try to find a reversal, but I can quite honestly say that you should by no means panic about the situation but relish it as an experience. All you should do now is relax. I'm sure we'll have you back to normal.soon." Dumbledor hesitated, then smiled and pulled out a brown paper bag form the inside of his robes.
"Lemon sherbet?"
But Draco was in no mood for confectionery. He had a look of shock, anger and bemusement all meshed into one unattractive sneer apon his delicate face.
"Just.just you wait till my father-"
"Your father" Snape said quietly in a menacing way only he can perform "already knows of your.transformation." His voice lowered to a growl "and I had the *pleasure* of telling him"
Draco stared down at the floor in disbelief. It was only now did he notice Snape's shoes were bright pink with neon yellow buckles.
"Well, we'll leave you to rest" Dumbledor said affectionately. "I'm sure you'll be perfectly fine once you've recovered; and I expect you back in class by tomorrow morning. Come along gentlemen."
The 3 men turned to leave, with the exception of Snape, who gave Draco one aggravated yet surprisingly sympathetic look (apathy he'd acquired form the memories of the parsnip incident) and then turned to leave, robes a- billowing behind him.
Draco curled up on the hospital bed. It all seemed so unreal! He'd been so caught up in the surreal conversation he'd had that he hadn't noticed the pains in his abdomen. He sighted tiredly, then he did something that he hadn't done since he could remember.
So for the first time in 14 years, Draco Malfoy broke down and cried.
Disclaimer: The usual.
Bad dream.very bad dream.Draco told himself. He was lying down on the fluffy hospital bed, and started to pull himself up into a sitting position. It had to be a dream! There's no way in hell that he could be a...
He looked down.
The screams rang all through the hospital wing like a wailing, high-pitched fire alarm. You could hear the sound of pained groans coming from the other occupied beds form people who had obviously been sleeping.
"Will you please try to become calm, Miss Malfoy, the other patents need their rest too." said Madame Pomfrey sternly. Draco sprung to his feet, but fell down instantly from the weight of his chest. He was just not used to those things! The door opened whilst Madame Pomfrey struggled to keep Draco form getting up again. Dumbledor walked in with his annoying little twinkley eyed smile was accompanied by two people. Professor Snape (who took one look at Draco and swore rather rudely) and.
"POTTER!"
Harry took two steps back as Draco lunged himself at him. His regulation green night-dress stretched tightly over his huge bosoms, hitching it up to mini skirt length. Snape and Dumbledor both caught one of Draco's arms, catching him before he could fall flat on his face again. Rage was the only expression on his face.
"Now, now, mister Malfoy." Dumbledor started, eyes a twinkle "Mister Potter has come to say something to you. Isn't that right, Harry?" Dumbledor turned to look at Harry to find him with his eyes wide and his jaw hanging.
"Yeah.nice knockers." He blurted. The room went icily silent, Draco now going red form anger and embarrassment.
"Nice WHAT?!"
"You heard the boy." Dumbledor said with total seriousness. "Lovely melons you've got there, Mister Malfoy." He turned to Harry. "Excellent gender switching spell. No flaws at all. Well done."
"WHAT!?!?!"
"But Professor Dumbledor!-" Snape began to protest, angry that Harry had been congratulated for this disaster rather than hung by his thumbs form the dungeon ceiling whilst having to recite the ingredients of a tongue swelling antidote.
"Hush now, Severus, less I bring up the incident with James Potter where you were transfigured into a parsnip."
And with that, Snape abruptly shut up.
"Oh, do not worry, my dear girl." Dumbledor had turned to see the look of horror on Draco's face. He smiled and said "You are the perfect example of femininity. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine in the girls dormitory as you did in the boys." Draco turned in disbelief to Professor Snape, hoping to get support form him, only that he was sitting on a conjured chair, and had flushed a deep pink colour, mumbling angrily into his flattened palm that he rested his mouth on.
"YOU...CAN'T...BE...SERIOUS?!"
"I certainly am, my dear. Now, I'm sure you need some rest, so just relax, and we will-"
"I'M NOT STUCK LIKE THIS, AM I?!"
"Um, well I'm afraid that there's no known counter spell or reversal for this particular transfigurative spell, but-"
"THAT'S BLOODY RIDICULOUS!" Draco interrupted. "HOW THE HELL IS IT POSSIBLE TO CHANGE PROFESSOR SNAPE BACK FORM A FRIGGIN PASNIP AND NOT CHANGE ME BACK INTO A BOY?!"
"Nobody ever said the laws of magic were logical, Miss Malfoy" Dumbledor smiled exasperatedly. "I will have Professor McGonnagal try to find a reversal, but I can quite honestly say that you should by no means panic about the situation but relish it as an experience. All you should do now is relax. I'm sure we'll have you back to normal.soon." Dumbledor hesitated, then smiled and pulled out a brown paper bag form the inside of his robes.
"Lemon sherbet?"
But Draco was in no mood for confectionery. He had a look of shock, anger and bemusement all meshed into one unattractive sneer apon his delicate face.
"Just.just you wait till my father-"
"Your father" Snape said quietly in a menacing way only he can perform "already knows of your.transformation." His voice lowered to a growl "and I had the *pleasure* of telling him"
Draco stared down at the floor in disbelief. It was only now did he notice Snape's shoes were bright pink with neon yellow buckles.
"Well, we'll leave you to rest" Dumbledor said affectionately. "I'm sure you'll be perfectly fine once you've recovered; and I expect you back in class by tomorrow morning. Come along gentlemen."
The 3 men turned to leave, with the exception of Snape, who gave Draco one aggravated yet surprisingly sympathetic look (apathy he'd acquired form the memories of the parsnip incident) and then turned to leave, robes a- billowing behind him.
Draco curled up on the hospital bed. It all seemed so unreal! He'd been so caught up in the surreal conversation he'd had that he hadn't noticed the pains in his abdomen. He sighted tiredly, then he did something that he hadn't done since he could remember.
So for the first time in 14 years, Draco Malfoy broke down and cried.