Oh. My. Gods! It's been a whole YEAR since I updated this story!! I know what you guys are thinking. 'Duh, Crystal!' ^^; sorry! I just forgot where I was going with this, I guess. coupled with laziness ^^;;;; I think what helped to get me going with this was you guys and your threats. Crystal was scared ^^; LOL so anyways, here's the next chapter finally! enjoy! =)
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Dear Diary,
Should I even start like that, or is it too overused? Whatever. Er.. Anyway, the only reason I'm even writing this is because Hermione said I should. After all, it's not easy to suddenly change genders and find yourself falling for your rival.
Oiy. Okay, let me at least tell you what happened during the last few weeks.
I know that Dra--Malfoy likes to flirt with me. I'm not saying that to be conceited but everyone knows that he flirts with all the girls. At least the ones that measure up to his standards. At first it was just so different because as a boy I only knew him as a total prick who was never satisfied until he ruined my day with some insult or making my potion explode in my face. Which is ironic because that's the exact incident that created this whole gender-bender mess. But after he'd met me as a girl (without knowing it as me of course), he seemed to become a totally different person. I saw the Malfoy that he lets the girls see. The charming, gorgeous one. I mean, I always knew that Malfoy was cute, but now that he was being *nice*, he was downright beautiful. Even for a boy.
At first it was sort of unnerving, like he changed into a totally different person over night. But gradually, I became almost used to his daily advances. In fact, I kind of looked forward to them. When I told Ron this, he gagged for the first few moments, then looked concerned. He asked me if I thought the potion was affecting my brain, making me think more and more like the girl I resembled each day.
I have to admit, it got me thinking.
Then there was that kiss at the dance. Malfoy had found me outside after my painful fiasco with Neville, my date. He's a good friend, but a horrible dancer. Gods my feet have never hurt so much. Malfoy and I started out talking about the stars, and then he kissed me. And I guess the worst part was, I kissed *back*. His tongue was in my *mouth*. After a moment or so I freaked out and fled. I mean, how could I not react that way? It's obvious what Malfoy wants from me, but there's no way I wanted to give that to him. I mean, ick! I'm not even supposed to be in this body!
For the next couple days I did my best to stay clear of the blonde, not wanting anymore happenings like outside. Mostly because, if I was honest with myself, I would have realized that I actually liked having his tongue in my mouth. I guess that makes me totally sick, right? Merlin..
But then, an opportunity for him showed it's ugly face. Gryffindor was to face Slytherin in a Quidditch match, but the problem was that everyone believed Harry Potter, namely me, (but they didn't know that) was 'gone to another school for awhile'. But luckily for them, Harmony Porter (me again) knew how to be a Seeker since she played for her 'real school'. How ironic. I'm shocked no one's figured out the truth yet, though grateful.
Anyway, at first the game went the same as normal. Gryffindor would score some points, and Slytherin would knock the good players to the ground so that they could score points too. Typical. I was so intent on the game, and trying my hardest to keep my gaze off of Malfoy, that I didn't see the bludger heading straight for me.
It hit me in the shoulder and I was knocked right off my broomstick. The only thing I could hear was the crowd yelling out as I seemed to fall in slow motion. But I didn't fall far before someone caught my hand, stopping my decent. Thinking it was one of my teammates, I looked up gratefully to thank..
Malfoy.
*He* had saved me. The blonde just smiled, and gently lowered me to the ground. Talk about shock! My eyes must have been huge. And I wasn't the only one either, the whole field and stands were quiet, both shocked at my fall and the fact that a Slytherin, namely Malfoy, had caught me.
Before I could even say anything to him I was bustled away to the Hospital Wing for my shoulder and wrist. Malfoy had stopped my decent the only way he could, but the shock of being stopped like that had bruised my joint to the point of being sore. It was better than hitting the ground, though, and getting wounded even worse.
It's at the Hospital Wing that I am right now, actually. Pomfrey had finally stopped fussing over me and let my friends in, which is when Hermione gave me this. Er.. You. I only started writing though after they had gone for a few moments and a message had been delivered to me by Eagle Owl. It stated this:
'Expect yet another visitor tonight.'
There's no signature, but I know who it's from. I'm partially nervous, but the other part is anxious. My wrist is starting to throb again so I'll end here, that healing potion Pomfrey gave me tasted like crap and isn't even working yet. Figure that out. Wish me luck with Malfoy, I have a feeling I'll need it.
HP
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Dear Diary,
Should I even start like that, or is it too overused? Whatever. Er.. Anyway, the only reason I'm even writing this is because Hermione said I should. After all, it's not easy to suddenly change genders and find yourself falling for your rival.
Oiy. Okay, let me at least tell you what happened during the last few weeks.
I know that Dra--Malfoy likes to flirt with me. I'm not saying that to be conceited but everyone knows that he flirts with all the girls. At least the ones that measure up to his standards. At first it was just so different because as a boy I only knew him as a total prick who was never satisfied until he ruined my day with some insult or making my potion explode in my face. Which is ironic because that's the exact incident that created this whole gender-bender mess. But after he'd met me as a girl (without knowing it as me of course), he seemed to become a totally different person. I saw the Malfoy that he lets the girls see. The charming, gorgeous one. I mean, I always knew that Malfoy was cute, but now that he was being *nice*, he was downright beautiful. Even for a boy.
At first it was sort of unnerving, like he changed into a totally different person over night. But gradually, I became almost used to his daily advances. In fact, I kind of looked forward to them. When I told Ron this, he gagged for the first few moments, then looked concerned. He asked me if I thought the potion was affecting my brain, making me think more and more like the girl I resembled each day.
I have to admit, it got me thinking.
Then there was that kiss at the dance. Malfoy had found me outside after my painful fiasco with Neville, my date. He's a good friend, but a horrible dancer. Gods my feet have never hurt so much. Malfoy and I started out talking about the stars, and then he kissed me. And I guess the worst part was, I kissed *back*. His tongue was in my *mouth*. After a moment or so I freaked out and fled. I mean, how could I not react that way? It's obvious what Malfoy wants from me, but there's no way I wanted to give that to him. I mean, ick! I'm not even supposed to be in this body!
For the next couple days I did my best to stay clear of the blonde, not wanting anymore happenings like outside. Mostly because, if I was honest with myself, I would have realized that I actually liked having his tongue in my mouth. I guess that makes me totally sick, right? Merlin..
But then, an opportunity for him showed it's ugly face. Gryffindor was to face Slytherin in a Quidditch match, but the problem was that everyone believed Harry Potter, namely me, (but they didn't know that) was 'gone to another school for awhile'. But luckily for them, Harmony Porter (me again) knew how to be a Seeker since she played for her 'real school'. How ironic. I'm shocked no one's figured out the truth yet, though grateful.
Anyway, at first the game went the same as normal. Gryffindor would score some points, and Slytherin would knock the good players to the ground so that they could score points too. Typical. I was so intent on the game, and trying my hardest to keep my gaze off of Malfoy, that I didn't see the bludger heading straight for me.
It hit me in the shoulder and I was knocked right off my broomstick. The only thing I could hear was the crowd yelling out as I seemed to fall in slow motion. But I didn't fall far before someone caught my hand, stopping my decent. Thinking it was one of my teammates, I looked up gratefully to thank..
Malfoy.
*He* had saved me. The blonde just smiled, and gently lowered me to the ground. Talk about shock! My eyes must have been huge. And I wasn't the only one either, the whole field and stands were quiet, both shocked at my fall and the fact that a Slytherin, namely Malfoy, had caught me.
Before I could even say anything to him I was bustled away to the Hospital Wing for my shoulder and wrist. Malfoy had stopped my decent the only way he could, but the shock of being stopped like that had bruised my joint to the point of being sore. It was better than hitting the ground, though, and getting wounded even worse.
It's at the Hospital Wing that I am right now, actually. Pomfrey had finally stopped fussing over me and let my friends in, which is when Hermione gave me this. Er.. You. I only started writing though after they had gone for a few moments and a message had been delivered to me by Eagle Owl. It stated this:
'Expect yet another visitor tonight.'
There's no signature, but I know who it's from. I'm partially nervous, but the other part is anxious. My wrist is starting to throb again so I'll end here, that healing potion Pomfrey gave me tasted like crap and isn't even working yet. Figure that out. Wish me luck with Malfoy, I have a feeling I'll need it.
HP