"—SHIT!!!" Harry cried out. His jaw was currently breaking and reaching the limit of it's ability to stretch.
"Heavens!" Hermione exclaimed as she placed both of her hands on top of her gaping mouth.
"Who's the woman?" Ron asked as she pointed at the one they were staring at.
"Potter!!! What did you do to me?!"
"Well… Umm… You see—" Harry tried to make something come out from him, no success. He thought of a quick slip out… Nah. He quickly pointed at the one beside him… Hermione. After all, it 'is' her fault. "It's her fault." Damn he's hot.
Hermione quickly glanced at Harry and then to his finger. She smacked the pointing finger away. "Hey! I am 'not'! You were supposed to concentrate on the project for potions!" Hermione reminded him. Harry mouthed 'oh'. Then he quickly shook his head.
Harry quickly looked at 'Draco'. He… erm… he was standing in front of them with his hands on his waists. He was currently giving them the famous 'Malfoy-Death-Glare'. Damn.
Draco was wearing his usual underclothes and his Slytherin 'proud' robe. Just slight difference. He has his short silverish-blonde hair long. His face was more of a triangular. There was a large bad swelling in his chest… make that two large badly swelling on his chest. In addition, he was quite thinner… Harry eyed Draco more carefully. Make that sexier.
In other words… Draco Malfoy… One of the most famous family of all wizardry nobles… The one and only proud son of Lucius Malfoy… Most outstanding irritable guy. Is… Was a he… For he is now a she.
"Potter!" Draco's angelic voice rang through the halls. Harry blinked.
"Calm down Malfoy." Gods, I'm going to have a nose bleed. He smiled at the Malfoy.
"Don't you smile at me Potter! How am I gonna go to classes looking like this?!"
Harry looked up at the ceiling and then, as if a light bulb appeared on top of hi head, he looked at Hermione smiling. Hermione nodded, as if having telepathy.
They both looked at Draco.
"I do wish you'd tell me who this girl is… and why does she talk like Draco?" Ron crossed his arms on top of his chest.
"Why you—" Draco was about to lounge at the boy but Harry stopped him… eerr… she… him and Hermione placed a hand on Draco's mouth.
"Ron, would you please go back to the dorm? I think I forgot my wand." Harry lied. Fortunately, Ron nodded… Still eying the girl they were with. When Ron was far they let go of Draco.
"We won't be having potions for a week… Or make that any classes for a week." Harry grinned.
"And what would do for me?"
"We can look for the antidote or cure."
"Potter, that would be impossible."
'Why would it be?"
"Because, Snape invented this potion and that means…?"
"He has the cure?"
"Correct! Now, if only I could smash you face…"
"Stop it! We'll find a way out after we set a plan for the lessons teachers."
"Fine!" The two chorused.
Short isn't it? I have no time. I have troubles.
