Draco Malfoy
'Man,' I thought as I walked to Charms with Gwen and Melody. 'Gwen is bloody annoying'.
She kept going on and on about which boys were the cutest. "So what do you think?" she asked me.
"About…?" I asked resisting the urge to go off on Gwen.
"Who's cuter—Lindsey or Devin?" Gwen replied.
I groaned. Why couldn't she have picked two 6th year Slytherins? Then I could've picked the one I liked the best. Instead, Gwen had to pick two boys that I hardly knew anything about. "Um…Lindsey," I told her with a frown.
"Oh, come on Gin! There's no reason to frown after all Lindsey IS cuter than Devin," Melody said as she playfully hit my arm.
"Yeah, we just proved it! 3 votes for Lindsey and 0 for Devin. Anyway, I doubt that Wes will get mad at you for saying another guy is cute!" Gwen told me.
I glared at the girls. Honestly, they're more annoying than Pansy if such a thing is even possible. Who is Wes? I hope he's Ginny's other friend and not her boyfriend. I may be in a girl's body but there is one thing I refuse to do—kiss a guy. I mean—yeech!
Fortunately, we arrived in Flitwick's classroom before I had a chance to say anything. I decided to sit behind Gwen and next to Melody. "Today we are going to learn about book charms and some curses that have been put on books," Flitwick told the class.
I slid down in my seat. How boring. Just then, a horrible thought crossed my mind. 'Maybe that old bloke messed up the whole spell and now I am doomed to live life as Weasel's little sister!'
I decided to spend the class time writing down all the things that I wanted to happen to Potter. My plan was interrupted after I wrote down # 8: have him blown up by Crabbe and Goyle. My stomach had begun to hurt. I glanced down at Ginny's stomach and frowned. Why did I have to turn into a girl? Their stomachs are way too small. Now I'll have to be careful about how much I eat at each meal just because her stomach isn't as big as mine.
I clutched my stomach. This stomach refused to quit hurting. When I got back to the Gryffindor common room, I put a pillow on my stomach and laid my head on the arm of the couch. "Are you okay, Gin?" Melody asked.
"Do I look okay?" I snapped.
"Um…no," Melody said with a nervous glance at Gwen.
"Have you taken anything? Used you-know-whats?" Gwen asked cryptically.
As if my day wasn't bad enough already. Now I have to deal with deciphering these girls' cryptic messages. Why can't they just say what they mean? Is that too much to ask? At least my day can't get any worse.
Just then, Ron Weasley walked through the portrait. I spoke too soon. My day has now been made complete. "Hey, Gin! What's wrong?" Weasley asked as he sat down beside me.
"Girl problems," Melody replied for me.
"Oh," Weasley replied knowingly. "If it's any consolation I've had a bad day so far."
"What happened?" I asked softly even though I couldn't care less.
"Snape gave me a detention just because Malfoy decided to start a fight with me!" Ron said angrily.
"Figures," I replied as I closed my eyes.
Points for Weasley's lil sis. She's got spunk I'll give her that. I didn't think she had it in her to be mean to her brother. Oh, well at least she's trying to act like me and succeeding. Wish I had her luck.
GINNY WEASLEY
I looked over at the Gryffindor table; Draco, my friends and my brother were missing. That couldn't be good. "Ooh, Drakkie what's wrong?" asked Pansy Parkinson.
I groaned. "Nothing!" I snapped.
I honestly don't see what Draco sees in her. "I know exactly what you need," Pansy said as she slid closer to me.
I took one last bite of my food and quickly stood up. "Listen, I don't like you like that!" I told her.
"You don't?" she asked with a pout. "Then who DO you like?"
"Wesley Grayson," I replied as I bit my lip.
Draco was so going to hate me for this. But—hey he deserves it. "You're—I don't even want to say it! Your telling my you're gay? That's just—yeech!" Pansy ranted.
I felt like jumping up and down. I had ruined Draco's relationship with his supposed girlfriend, Pansy. Pansy then shook her head and ran out of the Great Hall.
I looked over at the rest of the table. Most of the guys had scooted over. Away from me—I mean. I heard some of them mutter stuff like "disgusting" and "gross".
I then went to my dorm to get my stuff for Transfiguration. While I was looking for Draco's book, I heard someone say, "Draco?"
I turned around and saw Blaise. "Yeah?" I asked.
"What you told Pansy—is it true? Are you really you-know?" he asked nervously.
It's amazing the effect I'm having on one of Draco's best friends. I feel empowered. Maybe I should reconsider being a Slytherin—nah! "Yeah, why?" I questioned.
Blaise quickly looked around the room. I wondered what he was looking for. Then he whispered, "Let's go somewhere private."
"And why would I do that?" I asked.
He sure was acting strange. And I have no idea why--oh wait I do. Something about me, I mean Draco liking a boy sure has Blaise all antsy. "I need to tell you something," he replied.
I followed Blaise to an empty classroom and made myself comfortable in a desk. Then, from seemingly out of nowhere Blaise kissed me on the lips.
