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Chapter Two: Ignorance Never Helps

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Draco let out a blood-curdling scream but suddenly stopped. His voice had raised a few octaves. He then had to bite his hand to keep from screeching again.

Beyond the curtains of his four-poster bed, he heard his roommates stir in their beds. His breathing became rapid and he tried to make his intake of air as quiet as possible to avoid attracting attention from them.

"Uh...What was that...?" Nott murmured, only half awake. Protests flew across the room, complaining about making noise so early on a Monday morning.

Blaise groaned. "Probably one of the girls..." he muttered, promptly falling back asleep. Draco was very grateful for the fact that they didn't notice the scream come from their room.

He slowly calmed himself down. There was no way in hell he'd risk having his roommates see him in his present situation.

Snores echoing through the 6th year male dormitories told him that the other occupants of the room had fallen back asleep. Draco wondered how his housemates could still stay asleep on a Monday morning. He took a peek through his curtains to look at the clock on his bedside table. No surprise, it was still 6:30.

He was thankful for being able to handle situations like these with unusual ease, for any other normal teen would have freaked out if they were in Draco Malfoy's shoes.

Finding no other solution to his predicament, Draco decided to lie in bed until their dormitory was empty.

After one hour had passed, a bed creaked, signaling that someone was getting up. Malfoy strained his ears to listen if everyone else was doing so as well. Two voices answered his silent question.

A yawn. "Hey Drake, you awake?" Blaise called, padding across the room towards Draco's bed. Draco immediately hid completely underneath his blanket, making his breathing slow so it would seem like he was still sleeping.

His curtain was pulled back. "Huh," Blaise said, puzzled.

"What's wrong?" Nott asked from his sitting position on his bed in the corner. He stood up and stretched.

"Nothing really," Blaise replied. "I'm just surprised since he often wakes up earlier than any of us."

Nott shrugged. "Probably got a hangover from last night," he said, chuckling lightly as he pulled his uniform out of his trunk.

Blaise laughed. "Drake? Get a hangover? Nah."

Draco smirked. The two must have been more drunk than he thought for they didn't even notice him leave early.

"I guess you're right. The bloke can drink as much as he wants and still walk in a straight line," Nott stated, laughing as he made his way to the shower stalls, towel in his arms. Blaise eventually followed him after closing Draco's curtains.

The two beds on either side of Draco creaked loudly as they were free of the weight on them. Draco felt relieved that all of them were finally getting ready to leave the room.

Just as Crabbe and Goyle walked into the shower stalls, Draco quietly got out of bed and put on his Invisibility Cloak. It was slightly dragging on the floor, he noticed.

He stood beside his bed to make it seem as if he was already up and eating downstairs at the Great Hall. He didn't want to make his room mates worry about him staying for an awfully long time in bed.

After taking their showers and getting dressed, the four Slytherin boys were finally ready to leave the room, much to Draco's relief.

"Guess Draco's already ahead of us, as usual," Crabbe said, gesturing to Draco's empty bed.

Nott raised an eyebrow. "Where's he off to in such a hurry?"

"Dunno," Blaise replied. "I'm guessing he's at the Great Hall," he added with a shrug. With that, the four left the room and went downstairs to eat breakfast.

Just as the door closed, Draco let out an exasperated sigh. "Finally!" he breathed, dropping his cloak on the floor then rushing to the bathroom to see his appearance. He locked the door behind with a spell, promptly casting a silence spell after.

"What the hell?!" he shrieked at his reflection. He pinched his arm to make sure this wasn't a dream; his mirror image did the exact same thing.

Draco stared at himself in the mirror. He had long, platinum blonde hair, which reached the middle of his back. His shoulders became narrower and, looking at his unusual appearance, he realized he was shorter as well. He put his hand to his stomach, taking note that his waist was smaller. Looking at his whole body in general, he seemed extremely petite and non-athletic, compared to his original self, which was quite muscular because of Quidditch. He looked at his -- he dreaded looking there -- he looked at his chest, which had, he shuddered, breasts. Yes, there was no doubt about it.

He had changed into a girl. Quite an attractive girl, in fact.

Realization slowly sunk in as Draco stared wide-eyed and unmoving at the mirror...

"AAAHHHHH!!!" he screamed again then dropped to the floor, his breathing a bit fast.

He laid there for a few moments, thinking about his predicament. How will his father react to this? No, he told himself. His father won't know about this. It would be humiliating enough if, and only if, other people knew about it. Especially Potty and his two stooges. He won't be able to live with himself if they knew.

"I'm sure Severus will be able to help," he finally admitted to himself. "I'm sure he will," he repeated, suddenly quite doubtful. Snape did say that if any problem arises, he'd do his best to solve it. But what if he wasn't able to find a solution to this one?

Sighing heavily, he stood up and turned on the faucet, letting warm water pour down on his now sweaty hands. He cupped both his hands, gathering water then promptly splashing it on his face. He repeated this action several times.

He abruptly paused. He felt different, for some reason. He wiped his eyes on a random towel then once again looked back at the mirror.

The usual clump of short blonde hair was back on his head. His shoulders were once again broad and he noticed that he was suddenly taller. The normal Draco Malfoy was staring back at him now.

He changed back?

This was all too weird. But though he was utterly confused, he felt a lot better. At least now he could walk through the halls freely as if nothing happened. He also didn't have to worry about getting a new uniform or how the heck he was going to shower (as a girl, that is), or sounding like Pansy when he talked.

He let out a relieved sigh then walked into a stall to take a quick shower.

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Draco walked through the partially filled corridors towards the Great Hall. A 5th year girl from Ravenclaw gave him a weird look as she raised her eyebrows. Draco simply returned the glance plus his trademark smirk, earning himself a glare from the girl. Draco furrowed his eyebrows. What was that about?

He decided to shrug it off and just continued on his merry way. He then passed by Neville Longbottom, who barely gave him a glance when he turned the corner. When they were about to cross paths, Malfoy smirked at Neville, wanting to scare the heck out of him. Neville did the opposite, though. He blushed, his face turning into a tomato as he shyly returned a smile, before he took off down the corridor.

In plain terms, this "scared Draco shitless." The only thing that prevented him from running and screaming like mad was the fact that, to him, Neville was always weird.

Nonetheless, Draco forced himself to continue on his way, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else. That is, until he passed by some people worth the attention. He stopped in his tracks when they were about 3 or 4 feet away from him.

He crossed his arms and, once again, put on his trademark smirk. "Well, well, well...if it isn't the dream team," he drawled, attracting their attention. He failed to notice the slip in his voice.

Draco didn't get what he expected though. Instead of Potty raising an eyebrow and retorting sarcastically or the Weasel lunging at him or the mudblood telling him to lay off, the three had equally shocked expressions on their faces. They do great impressions of fishes out of water, Draco thought as he snickered to himself.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. "What? Don't have any good retorts today?" he continued, sniggering.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows at Draco, a look of complete confusion and shock written on his face.

"Whatever, I'll stop wasting my time here with you goody-goody Gryffindorks," he finished with a sneer. He then stalked passed them and strode towards the Potions classroom, leaving the three in their puzzlement.

After blinking his eyes a few times, Ron managed to ask the other two, "Do any of you happen to know her?"

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I forgot Nott's first name... .

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