The Girl Who Was A Boy:
Author's Notes: For the moment, Draco's still a 'he' in this chapter despite the fact he is physically female. Possibly, this is because he still doesn't accept the situation or possibly because it's too early to break out the girly-stuff. I don't know, take your pick. Later, I'll refer to him as a she, but for now I'm going with masculine pronouns. Hope that's not too confusing.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm merely borrowing them for the time being. This is slash (sort of). Don't like it? Don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy.
Draco woke up, aching all over. He imagined he felt exactly like someone would after having the Cruciatus Curse cast on them. Draco's memory of the past few hours or possibly even days was a blur of pain and heat, followed by cold so intense it seared his bones. He cracked open his eyes and then shut them tightly against the bright glow. After a moment, he opened them again and blinked away the excess moisture lingering in the corner of his eyes.
He was lying in a large bed in an unfamiliar room. The walls were a bright white color and the wizarding lamps were turned on so high it was no wonder his eyes had hurt so much. The crackle of magic in the room alerted him to the fact several spells had been cast, possibly ones to monitor him, though he hadn't seen anyone since he'd woken. Draco looked around him, wrinkling his nose at the strange smell of the place and the sterile atmosphere. He felt a little dizzy and disconnected from his body, but even with all that he knew this wasn't home.
"Ah, hullo there. How are you feeling today?" Came a cheerful voice and Draco turned with painstaking care to see a wizard with a scroll in hand and a beard long enough to rival Dumbledore's.
Draco scowled. "Like I got trampled by a hippogriff. Where am I?"
The doctor smiled gently at him. "St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. You're on ground floor right now in the Artifact Accident ward, but your parents made sure you got your own private room."
"Why aren't they here?" He asked plaintively, wanting his mother to fuss over him. Of course, seeing Father can wait for a bit, he thought hastily.
"Hmm? Oh. They've got another appointment with the Department of Accidental Magic Reversal. They'll be here shortly. Now, I'm Healer Adams. I'll be casting a few spells on you to make sure you're in good health, if that's alright?"
"Fine." Draco said shortly and sat back while the healer started. The old man waved his wand and muttered several Latin phrases, making small 'hmm' sounds as he scribbled down notes on his parchment with a self-inking quill. "What exactly is wrong with me?" Draco asked as soon as the physician tucked his quill away.
Adams smiled nervously. "Physically, nothing. But it appears that ah, your contact with the Dark Arts object in Mr. Borgin's store, um. Well, you've changed sex."
"What?!" Draco shrieked, for the first time aware of just how high the pitch of his voice was. The Slytherin groped himself and was alarmed to find that he did indeed have breasts. "Why haven't you changed me back yet?! What's wrong with you people? I demand to be fixed, right now! My Father will have something to say about your incompetence!"
"Now, calm down Draco or I'll have to give you a sedative potion. The Department of Accidental Magic Reversal is in charge of that. I'm just here to make sure that your transition from male to female didn't damage you. For a while there, your life was in great danger."
Draco slumped to the bed, too tired to continue his hysterics. He was utterly speechless. He'd been turned into a GIRL?! His father was going to kill him, no doubt about it. "Oh Merlin." He said weakly, looking down at himself in helpless horror. He chanced a glance down the front of his hospital robe and blanched, looking away quickly. Yes, those lumps of flesh were most definitely breasts.
The doctor searched through his medical robes and removed a vial from one deep pocket. "Drink this, Draco. You seem to be going into shock. It will help." Draco cast a glance at the dark blue liquid and took the vial from the healer, swallowing it's contents quickly.
"Bleh." He grimaced at the taste.
"Try and get some sleep." The physician advised. "Your parents won't be here for at least another two hours. If you need anything, just give the nurse a holler. I'll be back to check on you later this afternoon. Sweet dreams, Draco." He left, his footsteps receding into the distance.
The dread, panic, and the numerous aches receded as the potion starting taking effect and Draco was left in his funny smelling room to hope fervently this was all just a bad dream.
To Be Continued…
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