Okay, so I adore you all.  Thanks to everyone who's already reviewed. :)  I still really want reviews, but since I'm now at five reviews, I'm again only asking for one more before I post chapter four. 

Yugi's Little Sister:  Hope this chapter answers your question.  And I'm glad you find my story idea original.

Nymoue:  Sorry the chapters are so short, but there should be fairly short waiting periods between chapters if this keeps up.  Cross your fingers.  And I am working to extend each chapter a bit.  There will be some that are longer, at least.  I hope you'll keep reading even after Draco's returned to his usual self. 

Peeves3:  Here's the third chapter.  Hope you like it.

There are spoilers for all the books, and for those who don't like slash, be warned.  This is a Harry/Draco fic, though hopefully a bit different from those you've read before.

If you like it, do let me know at elfflame@hotmail.com, or leave a review at the bottom of the page.  Particularly what you like.  Or if you think the characters are particularly in or out of character and why.  I'd love to hear any comments at all, aside from flames anyway.  This will probably not get any heavier than PG13, so it should be safe for most.  As long as you don't mind boys snogging each other. :)

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Outcast

I was wrong.  Things were worse.  The day started with a quick examination of my "new" body.  I really wasn't that different.  Mostly the boobs.  And hips.  And, as I had first noticed when I'd woken in the hospital wing, my voice was higher than before.  But my eyes were still the same, and the face they looked out of was still as pale and pointed as before.  I was still the same height, and my hair was exactly the same as before, though I decided that it would be easier if I went without my hair gel for a while.  Easier to hide if I felt like it. But I didn't feel like me. 

And if that weren't enough, I ended up in a struggle with one of my new bras.  I finally got so tangled in it that my mirror, which had been giggling to itself for at least a half hour finally explained to me exactly how to put it on.  Flushed and upset, I just wanted to escape from everything and everyone, but since I hadn't had dinner the night before, my stomach wasn't about to allow me to skip breakfast, so I just pulled on a clean robe, brushed out my hair and hurried to the dining hall.  Everyone was waiting for my appearance.  The second I stepped through the doors, everyone fell silent.  I ignored them and walked to my usual seat between Crabbe and Goyle. 

Which wasn't there.  This was new.  I tapped on Goyle's shoulder, but he didn't move.  I couldn't tell at first if he was ignoring me, or just couldn't feel me tapping, so I cleared my throat.  Nothing.  Neither of the two hulks budged an inch.  Then I saw Zabini leering over at me, and patting the seat next to him.  No thanks.  I turned away and walked down the table to the empty seats near the teacher's table. 

I just had to pretend like I had intended to sit here all along.  After all, no one ignores a Malfoy, right?  Except for their supposed friends, I guess.  But then, as my father always said, friends are only useful for the services they can provide.  Seeing how Crabbe and Goyle were no longer useful, I guess that meant that they were no longer friends, right? 

I hurried through breakfast, trying to make a show of eating, but really doing little more than pushing my food around my plate.  I suppose it would have gone fine, except for Pansy, who was talking as loud as she could about how much she hated other blondes.  I've never been able to back away from a challenge.  It's why Potter's been able to cause as much trouble for me as he has.  After several especially stinging insults, I'd finally had enough of it and told Pansy to just "Shut up."  She turned to me, smirking.  She'd obviously been waiting for me to respond.

"Oh, Draco!  I didn't see you come in!  I'm so sorry we didn't wait for you.  But we just figured it was that time of the month, so you wouldn't want to be disturbed.  I mean you don't have to be a bitch about it. You really need to learn to control your hormones, before they control you." 

"Gee, Pansy, projecting much?  Oh wait a minute.  What was I thinking?  This is normal for you.  Maybe someday you might actually respond in a human way.  God knows you need to learn how to at least be civil to others, yet another lesson your daddy has yet to beat into you."  I felt a bit better as I turned back to my food, but that didn't last long.

She approached me, her eyes flashing.  "Draco Malfy, you wouldn't know civil if it bit you on your arse.  You're just too busy daydreaming about your boyfriend Potter instead, right?"  She hissed.  I blame the potion for my blushes.  I could feel my cheeks flush, and the entire table, who had all obviously been listening to our exchange, began to laugh.  Worse still, I could hear chuckles from the other parts of the room, where the other tables sat, and looked away from Pansy to find a pair of bright green eyes staring at me.

I glared in Potter's general direction, then turned away to glare at Pansy.  Unfortunately, I must have stared at Potter for too long, because Pansy had a look of triumph on her face.  I pushed my food away, and ignoring the jeers and laughter of my housemates, I made my way from the hall as slowly as I could stand.  Outside the hall, I paused to collect myself, glaring at the few stragglers to breakfast who were staring at me as they passed. 

I probably would have been fine, except that Potter showed up only moments after I'd made my escape.  "Draco, are you okay?"

Draco?  Since when was I Draco to him?  "Potter, you are just about the last person I want to see at the moment.  Unless you'd really like to be on the wrong end of a curse, I'd suggest you leave.  Right now."

"Look, Malfoy," well, that was better, at least.  "I just wanted to help.  Not even you deserve what they've done to you…"

"Yeah, Potter?  And how would you know?  Maybe I do."

"Draco…" he reached out to touch my shoulder, but I pulled away.

"Damn you, Potter!  Stop calling me that!  And don't touch me.  I'm fine.  I can do without your help."  I pulled away from where we stood, and moved down the hall, not looking back.  At least I wouldn't have to see him again until lunch.  Too bad we had that oaf Hagrid's class today.  I could almost go without seeing him at all.