Dracaena Malfoy and Harriet Potter.
Summary: Draco and Harry are assigned to work together in a potions lesson. Disaster happens and causes both to change into girls, Dumbledore decides until they find a cure for 'the little accident' then Malfoy and Potter must share a dormitory together. (You'll find out why later!) Okay, done with the summary, let's rock 'n' roll!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters mentioned in the following story.
A/N: Deleting all other stories apart from Innocent Eyes, I'm still writing for that one by the way! Hope you like this story. WILL UPDATE SOON, big promise!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 1 - The Accident
They hated each other.
Draco Malfoy looked at the Professor who had just assigned him to work with that scar head Potter.
"But Professor.." Draco pleaded with a cold Snape, Snape shook his head and pointed to the empty workspace. Draco got up lazily and scowled at Harry who didn't look so amused with the situation either.
Snape seemed to be coiling his lips when he looked at Harry, he knew Harry couldn't stand that ferret face and yet Snape didn't care, wait he never cared. Ruthless bastard.
Harry also began picking up his things and moving to sit next to Draco.
"What are you doing Potter?" hissed Draco. Harry frowned at him.
"I'm sitting down Malfoy, it's not illegal you know or do you - is there no brain in that hollow skull of yours? Are you really just a pretty face?" Harry asked, finding enjoyment at the confused look on Draco's face.
"Oh please shut up Potter," Draco said, slowly a sly smile crept on to his face, "however I never thought you were that way inclined Potter, I always thought you had a thing for that mudblood." Harry thought for a moment and realized Draco thought he was queer. Suddenly, their conversation was interrupted by Snape who stood in front of the class explaining the assignment.
"The Ingredients for Baniculus Broth, for healing the wounds of an animal or plant consist of equal amounts of specimen. Make sure you weigh each ingredient accurately and with the precise measurement which is indicated on the board, failure to do so will result in an automatic fail for the assignment, I also expect a written up method, conclusion and results sheet for the homework, failure to bring it in by next lesson will result in detention and an automatic fail to. Well, begin!" With that Snape flocked to his desk to finish marking the third years' essays.
"So," Draco smirked, "you get all the ingredients Potter and I'll just sit and watch." Harry frowned again, no way, he wasn't going to do all the work while Malfoy gets to sit on his ass and smirks while he, Harry does all the work.
"No, I think you should get half of the ingredients, you should do half of the work Malfoy," Harry replied, "you get the ingredients up to the beetle legs and I'll get the rest." Draco got up with a huff and made his way over to the trays, lagging behind Harry.
"How are you getting along?" someone whispered from Harry's side, he turned to see Hermione standing next to him.
"Oh things are just brilliant with Malfoy, we get on like best pals," Harry said sarcastically, pouring the exact measurement of vanilla extract mixed with bat blood. Hermione gave him a guilty smile, at least she got to work with Neville, she presumed Snape didn't want another cauldron blown up this lesson.
"Well, I'm sure you'll be okay," Hermione answered nervously collecting a couple of vials and other ingredients, "I only trusted Neville to get the cauldron, you see he never listens properly and he would probably bring back the wrong ingredients if I left it to him, I'll see you later."
"Yeah maybe I'll be okay if Malfoy drops dead or something, " Harry muttered to himself as Hermione made her way back to her workspace that she and Neville were using.
"Done yet Potter?" a malicious voice asked daringly, great, Malfoy was here, Harry turned again to see the blond holding a load of things, Harry was sure that half of them weren't even on the list, however. Malfoy was smirking at him again, oh wait - he thought he was queer didn't he?
"Leave it out Malfoy and get those dirty thoughts out of your head!" Harry said firmly, walking back to their workspace. Draco sniggered to Harry's annoyance and laid the ingredients down.
"Okay great, I think everything's here, so lets get the cauldron warmed up," Harry confirmed, preparing a match to alight some wood underneath the cauldron. They would only be using a miniature fire for this potion.
Draco sat down and watched Harry get on with cutting the spider's legs into fine pieces. Right now seemed to be the perfect opportunity to insult him, Draco thought happily.
"So Potter, how was summer with the Weasley's?" Draco asked with enthusiasm. Harry looked up for a moment but knew better than to answer the question.
"Aren't you going to answer me Potter?" Draco taunted, "don't you know that it's rude not to answer a person when they ask you a question? I suppose your parents never taught you that one though, no they can't have, they weren't even around to see when you spoke your first word, let alone teach you manners, no wonder Potter!" Draco knew he was winding Potter up by going a touch to far by talking about his parents. Harry was red, red with anger, more of a furious crimson, he wanted to beat the shit out of Malfoy for talking about his parents like that but Snape was in the room and he had a feeling that he was keeping a very special eye on Harry, waiting for Harry to crack.
Harry violently chucked the spider's legs into the cauldron, it hissed a little at the reaction but then returned to bubbling. Draco knew Harry wasn't falling for it, he wasn't going to try and beat him up in front of Snape, oh well he would just have to wait until after this class, transfiguration, that should be perfect, right in front of McGonagall's eyes, now that would be good.
Draco looked up, he was bored and wanted to do something, he looked at the ingredients that was laid out neatly in front of Harry. 'Why on earth did I get sea salt?' Draco thought suddenly but remembered the little plan from earlier. He, Draco Malfoy was going to try and get Potter a fail, knowing that Snape would never award his favourite student with a fail, especially if Lucius Malfoy had anything to do with it. Draco smirked evilly, watching Harry sweat from the heat given out by the cauldron.
"Hey Potter, I've decided that for this assignment, I should at least do half of the work," Draco suddenly said, walking round to the front of the cauldron, still holding the sea salt tightly in his hand. Draco rapidly thought what deadly reaction the potion might have, he would have to be ready to run.
"Oh, I'm glad Malfoy, at least you haven't sent a house elf to do your half of the assignment," Harry said, he eyed Malfoy with suspicion, since when did Draco Malfoy ever make an effort?
Draco was at the front, all he had to do was drop the sea salt into the boiling potion below and he would have landed Potter with a fail, an automatic one at that. He was holding out his hand, he felt the steam hit his pale skin as his hand rose above the cauldron.
"MALFOY!" Harry suddenly yelled, it was too late, Draco had dropped the sea salt and now the potion was bubbling violently, spitting furiously at the nasty reaction. Harry had now grabbed a hold of Draco, whose head was dangerously close to the hot cauldron. Harry was angry and gave Draco a nasty punch that sent him into the side of the steel cauldron, which began to sway, spilling the contents all over Harry and Draco. Both were screaming in agony, as the liquid covered their whole bodies and began melting their features.
Most of the girls in the classroom were screaming in terror, the boys were gawping at the site, all were wondering what was happening to Harry and Draco.
Snape was staring also, he had to stop watching and get those two to Madame Pomphrey as quick as possible, even if he really did want to watch Potter screaming in pain. He shouted at Neville, who was whimpering under a table to go and get the medi- witch, Neville nodded and took off as fast as his legs could carry him.
Harry and Draco, by now were unconscious, they looked totally unrecognizable, their features were of a molten form. Madame Pomphrey looked out of breath when she arrived about two minutes later.
"Good Merlin!" she declared and she cast a spell so the boys levitated to the hospital wing. Once done, she looked at Professor Snape who had a cold stare with her name on it.
"Severus, I think you have some explaining to do, care to come along to the hospital wing, I'm sure Dumbledore will be there within the next few minutes," she folded her arms and waited for Snape to take a step towards the door. He looked at the medi-witch for a moment, considering what she had said, then finally he began walking towards the door that exited the dungeons.
He turned to face the rest of the class, who were still dumb founded by what they had seen.
"You are excused from this class, go back to your common rooms and make sure that you are not late for your next class," Snape announced, slowly everyone proceeded to the door after he had exited. 'What right in mind does a medi-witch have to talk to me like that?' Snape thought as he walked with the medi-witch to the hospital wing, 'it's not like she has to be here, most of us Professors actually have medical qualifications, if only Dumbledore, the old fool read our MCV (Magical Curriculum Vitae) then maybe he wouldn't have employed the hag'.
They entered the hospital wing and saw that Harry and Draco were still floating in mid air, only they weren't Harry and Draco, they were more of a floppy version, with no features. Madame Pomphrey, directed their floating forms to a couple of beds.
"Severus," Madame Pomphrey addressed the cruel Professor, and he glared at her as she said his name, "what is happening to these two lumps of Merlin- knows-what?"
"Well, I thought as you are the medi-witch here and you are professionally trained then you are the one to answer that question," Snape said, his lip coiling as he watched the medi-witch squirm under his stare.
"Hmmm," she replied, but gave him a frown that could match his own, she walked over to her vast collection of medical books and picked a few random ones that caught her eye. Flicking through the pages, she didn't seem to find anything better than 'leave the patient in a comfortable position, continue to check their breathing and heart rate levels until they regain consciousness, keep repeating the checks for at least five hours after the patient has re-woken'.
"Severus, Poppy," a warm voice sounded from the entrance to the hospital wing, Albus Dumbledore was standing in the doorway. Both went over to the headmaster, both trying to explain the situation. Once Dumbledore knew what had happened, he went over to see the two patients.
Dumbledore looked to Poppy, "have they showed any signs of regaining their features?" Poppy shook her head sadly. "All I can say is time will tell, perhaps tomorrow they will have regained their features and awaken. Severus, I need to know exactly what happened so that I can inform Mr Malfoy and The Durleys of this peculiar accident, perhaps you will join me in my office now." Snape nodded and followed Dumbledore out of the hospital wing, leaving Madame Pomphrey with the two odd forms that used to be Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Read and review! No flames please!
Summary: Draco and Harry are assigned to work together in a potions lesson. Disaster happens and causes both to change into girls, Dumbledore decides until they find a cure for 'the little accident' then Malfoy and Potter must share a dormitory together. (You'll find out why later!) Okay, done with the summary, let's rock 'n' roll!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters mentioned in the following story.
A/N: Deleting all other stories apart from Innocent Eyes, I'm still writing for that one by the way! Hope you like this story. WILL UPDATE SOON, big promise!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 1 - The Accident
They hated each other.
Draco Malfoy looked at the Professor who had just assigned him to work with that scar head Potter.
"But Professor.." Draco pleaded with a cold Snape, Snape shook his head and pointed to the empty workspace. Draco got up lazily and scowled at Harry who didn't look so amused with the situation either.
Snape seemed to be coiling his lips when he looked at Harry, he knew Harry couldn't stand that ferret face and yet Snape didn't care, wait he never cared. Ruthless bastard.
Harry also began picking up his things and moving to sit next to Draco.
"What are you doing Potter?" hissed Draco. Harry frowned at him.
"I'm sitting down Malfoy, it's not illegal you know or do you - is there no brain in that hollow skull of yours? Are you really just a pretty face?" Harry asked, finding enjoyment at the confused look on Draco's face.
"Oh please shut up Potter," Draco said, slowly a sly smile crept on to his face, "however I never thought you were that way inclined Potter, I always thought you had a thing for that mudblood." Harry thought for a moment and realized Draco thought he was queer. Suddenly, their conversation was interrupted by Snape who stood in front of the class explaining the assignment.
"The Ingredients for Baniculus Broth, for healing the wounds of an animal or plant consist of equal amounts of specimen. Make sure you weigh each ingredient accurately and with the precise measurement which is indicated on the board, failure to do so will result in an automatic fail for the assignment, I also expect a written up method, conclusion and results sheet for the homework, failure to bring it in by next lesson will result in detention and an automatic fail to. Well, begin!" With that Snape flocked to his desk to finish marking the third years' essays.
"So," Draco smirked, "you get all the ingredients Potter and I'll just sit and watch." Harry frowned again, no way, he wasn't going to do all the work while Malfoy gets to sit on his ass and smirks while he, Harry does all the work.
"No, I think you should get half of the ingredients, you should do half of the work Malfoy," Harry replied, "you get the ingredients up to the beetle legs and I'll get the rest." Draco got up with a huff and made his way over to the trays, lagging behind Harry.
"How are you getting along?" someone whispered from Harry's side, he turned to see Hermione standing next to him.
"Oh things are just brilliant with Malfoy, we get on like best pals," Harry said sarcastically, pouring the exact measurement of vanilla extract mixed with bat blood. Hermione gave him a guilty smile, at least she got to work with Neville, she presumed Snape didn't want another cauldron blown up this lesson.
"Well, I'm sure you'll be okay," Hermione answered nervously collecting a couple of vials and other ingredients, "I only trusted Neville to get the cauldron, you see he never listens properly and he would probably bring back the wrong ingredients if I left it to him, I'll see you later."
"Yeah maybe I'll be okay if Malfoy drops dead or something, " Harry muttered to himself as Hermione made her way back to her workspace that she and Neville were using.
"Done yet Potter?" a malicious voice asked daringly, great, Malfoy was here, Harry turned again to see the blond holding a load of things, Harry was sure that half of them weren't even on the list, however. Malfoy was smirking at him again, oh wait - he thought he was queer didn't he?
"Leave it out Malfoy and get those dirty thoughts out of your head!" Harry said firmly, walking back to their workspace. Draco sniggered to Harry's annoyance and laid the ingredients down.
"Okay great, I think everything's here, so lets get the cauldron warmed up," Harry confirmed, preparing a match to alight some wood underneath the cauldron. They would only be using a miniature fire for this potion.
Draco sat down and watched Harry get on with cutting the spider's legs into fine pieces. Right now seemed to be the perfect opportunity to insult him, Draco thought happily.
"So Potter, how was summer with the Weasley's?" Draco asked with enthusiasm. Harry looked up for a moment but knew better than to answer the question.
"Aren't you going to answer me Potter?" Draco taunted, "don't you know that it's rude not to answer a person when they ask you a question? I suppose your parents never taught you that one though, no they can't have, they weren't even around to see when you spoke your first word, let alone teach you manners, no wonder Potter!" Draco knew he was winding Potter up by going a touch to far by talking about his parents. Harry was red, red with anger, more of a furious crimson, he wanted to beat the shit out of Malfoy for talking about his parents like that but Snape was in the room and he had a feeling that he was keeping a very special eye on Harry, waiting for Harry to crack.
Harry violently chucked the spider's legs into the cauldron, it hissed a little at the reaction but then returned to bubbling. Draco knew Harry wasn't falling for it, he wasn't going to try and beat him up in front of Snape, oh well he would just have to wait until after this class, transfiguration, that should be perfect, right in front of McGonagall's eyes, now that would be good.
Draco looked up, he was bored and wanted to do something, he looked at the ingredients that was laid out neatly in front of Harry. 'Why on earth did I get sea salt?' Draco thought suddenly but remembered the little plan from earlier. He, Draco Malfoy was going to try and get Potter a fail, knowing that Snape would never award his favourite student with a fail, especially if Lucius Malfoy had anything to do with it. Draco smirked evilly, watching Harry sweat from the heat given out by the cauldron.
"Hey Potter, I've decided that for this assignment, I should at least do half of the work," Draco suddenly said, walking round to the front of the cauldron, still holding the sea salt tightly in his hand. Draco rapidly thought what deadly reaction the potion might have, he would have to be ready to run.
"Oh, I'm glad Malfoy, at least you haven't sent a house elf to do your half of the assignment," Harry said, he eyed Malfoy with suspicion, since when did Draco Malfoy ever make an effort?
Draco was at the front, all he had to do was drop the sea salt into the boiling potion below and he would have landed Potter with a fail, an automatic one at that. He was holding out his hand, he felt the steam hit his pale skin as his hand rose above the cauldron.
"MALFOY!" Harry suddenly yelled, it was too late, Draco had dropped the sea salt and now the potion was bubbling violently, spitting furiously at the nasty reaction. Harry had now grabbed a hold of Draco, whose head was dangerously close to the hot cauldron. Harry was angry and gave Draco a nasty punch that sent him into the side of the steel cauldron, which began to sway, spilling the contents all over Harry and Draco. Both were screaming in agony, as the liquid covered their whole bodies and began melting their features.
Most of the girls in the classroom were screaming in terror, the boys were gawping at the site, all were wondering what was happening to Harry and Draco.
Snape was staring also, he had to stop watching and get those two to Madame Pomphrey as quick as possible, even if he really did want to watch Potter screaming in pain. He shouted at Neville, who was whimpering under a table to go and get the medi- witch, Neville nodded and took off as fast as his legs could carry him.
Harry and Draco, by now were unconscious, they looked totally unrecognizable, their features were of a molten form. Madame Pomphrey looked out of breath when she arrived about two minutes later.
"Good Merlin!" she declared and she cast a spell so the boys levitated to the hospital wing. Once done, she looked at Professor Snape who had a cold stare with her name on it.
"Severus, I think you have some explaining to do, care to come along to the hospital wing, I'm sure Dumbledore will be there within the next few minutes," she folded her arms and waited for Snape to take a step towards the door. He looked at the medi-witch for a moment, considering what she had said, then finally he began walking towards the door that exited the dungeons.
He turned to face the rest of the class, who were still dumb founded by what they had seen.
"You are excused from this class, go back to your common rooms and make sure that you are not late for your next class," Snape announced, slowly everyone proceeded to the door after he had exited. 'What right in mind does a medi-witch have to talk to me like that?' Snape thought as he walked with the medi-witch to the hospital wing, 'it's not like she has to be here, most of us Professors actually have medical qualifications, if only Dumbledore, the old fool read our MCV (Magical Curriculum Vitae) then maybe he wouldn't have employed the hag'.
They entered the hospital wing and saw that Harry and Draco were still floating in mid air, only they weren't Harry and Draco, they were more of a floppy version, with no features. Madame Pomphrey, directed their floating forms to a couple of beds.
"Severus," Madame Pomphrey addressed the cruel Professor, and he glared at her as she said his name, "what is happening to these two lumps of Merlin- knows-what?"
"Well, I thought as you are the medi-witch here and you are professionally trained then you are the one to answer that question," Snape said, his lip coiling as he watched the medi-witch squirm under his stare.
"Hmmm," she replied, but gave him a frown that could match his own, she walked over to her vast collection of medical books and picked a few random ones that caught her eye. Flicking through the pages, she didn't seem to find anything better than 'leave the patient in a comfortable position, continue to check their breathing and heart rate levels until they regain consciousness, keep repeating the checks for at least five hours after the patient has re-woken'.
"Severus, Poppy," a warm voice sounded from the entrance to the hospital wing, Albus Dumbledore was standing in the doorway. Both went over to the headmaster, both trying to explain the situation. Once Dumbledore knew what had happened, he went over to see the two patients.
Dumbledore looked to Poppy, "have they showed any signs of regaining their features?" Poppy shook her head sadly. "All I can say is time will tell, perhaps tomorrow they will have regained their features and awaken. Severus, I need to know exactly what happened so that I can inform Mr Malfoy and The Durleys of this peculiar accident, perhaps you will join me in my office now." Snape nodded and followed Dumbledore out of the hospital wing, leaving Madame Pomphrey with the two odd forms that used to be Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Read and review! No flames please!