A/N: One reviewer suggested something happen to Draco...so I've put it in.
Draco's POV (Sort of ends as Myrtles POV):
As Draco exited the library he felt something warm between his legs. Warm, and wet. Had he somehow managed to pee her pants while he'd been sitting in her library?
"Great, how come no one told me Granger needs diapers!" he said, running for the bathroom. He didn't know where to go. He couldn't go in the girls bathroom....where could he go?
Then it hit him. Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Nasty place, but this was nasty business.
"Oh its Malfoy come to visit me now," sang Myrtle, as he entered. She was in a splendid mood after having frightened a poor First Year Hufflepuff.
"Can it Myrtle!" said Draco, rushing to the toilet and locking the door behind him. Myrtle was mildly curious, but didn't intend to pester him about why he had so urgently needed to use the toilet.
"Oh, by the way, the toilet in that stall is broken," Myrtle informed him, surpressing the wild giggles that threatened to erupt from her mouth.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"
"No need to yell at me. I'm-I'm sorry. No one likes me, I just thought I'd tease you a bit..."
"Not that! Why are....why.....HER PANTIES ARE SOAKED IN BLOOD!"
Myrtle began to laugh freely. She couldn't help it. This was better than Hermione not being able to er.... aim properly.
"I'm sorry Malfoy. Hermione has some sort of weird vaginal disease. I'm afraid that you are dying!" laughed Myrtle. The only thing that gave her joy was the misery of others.
Hermione's POV:
Hermione loved Malfoy's schedule. He had two free periods. Lucky bastard. Of course, it was her own fault for taking so many classes, but still.
Since she had another fifteen minutes before his next class, she decided to stop by her new sanctuary, Myrtle's bathroom. She thought she may have left a copy of Hogwarts: A History, in there. Hermione had taken the liberty of borrowing Malfoy's copy from his book collection, surprising as it was that he'd even held that book.
Upon entering, she was met by an odd sight. Malfoy being comforted by Myrtle. She coughed to make her presence known.
"You could have warned me about....you know!"
"Hmm?"
"THE BLOOD!! NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT I'M GOING TO DIE A GIRL!"
Hermione's eyes widened. How could she have forgotten to warn him? Not that he didn't deserve it, but he was probably ruining her underwear. She hoped he hadn't worn the black ones. They were very expensive.
"Which panties did you wear?" she demanded.
"MAKE IT STOP!"
"Urgh. Do you have my bag?" Malfoy shook his head. "Great. Well I can't very well wander into the Gryffindor Girl's Dorm to get a pad --I don't think you could handle a tampon-- when I am a boy, can I?"
"Granger you'd better get me out of this. I can't leave here with your stupid blood trailing down my bloody leg!"
"Heh...bloody leg....blood."
"Can it Myrtle!" Malfoy snapped.
"Well, I think you're out of luck Malfoy. Oh, you're going to be late for Transfiguration." Hermione turned to go, but then she remembered something. "Which panties are you wearing?"
"Is that a come on?" Even in this distressed state he could somehow manage to be the biggest arse Hogwarts had ever seen!
"I want to know which pair of underwear you ruined with your ignorance of the female body."
"That was low Granger."
"Well?" Oh no, was he stalling?
"They're black," Malfoy admitted.
"I'm sorry," Hermione laughed. "For a second I thought you said they were black."
"They are."
"WHAT?" How could he...those were only for when she went out with Ron! That is, if he ever had the courage to ask her.
"I really don't think you should be getting your panties in a twist -- or is it my boxers?-- when you were the one who neglected to tell me that you have a deadly illness!"
"Malfoy what are you talking about? Look, all I can say is that is very expensive underwear and you had better pay for it."
"But.."
"Besides, it is not deadly."
"Then why am I doubled over in pain?"
"Don't wizards have health class? Honestly, they are called cramps!" She would take as much enjoyment from his pain as she could. Those panties had cost her a month's allowance!
"Make it stop!" he wailed. She could get used to this. Malfoy, begging like a puppy wanting table scraps.
"I'm afraid Malfoy, you will just have to pay a visit to Madam Pomfrey," said Hermione, as she turned to leave the bathroom. "Oh, and Malfoy?" she asked as she reached the door.
"What?"
"I'm serious. You had better pay me back."
Malfoy's POV:
Granger had been no help. In fact, she made things worse. Draco knew he was late to whatever fucking class the wench had next, and right now, he didn't give a flying fuck about it.
As he made his way to the hospital wing, underwear stained in blood, cramps plaguing him with a pain he had never known, he vowed he would get Granger back. If only he knew what had caused this switch! Draco was well aware of the fact that he should have been more helpful to Granger in this regard, but he had been too busy with this whole period business to think logically.
"Hermione, you look awful!" exclaimed Madame Pomfrey when Draco stumbled into the Hospital Wing.
"Cramps....period....came....early," he fibbed. Well, the cramps part was true, he had no idea when Granger was due to get her cycle, and frankly he didn't want to. Draco fully intended to be out of her stupid body before he had to experience this again. At least now he had a new respect for woman kind. Not Granger though. Just women in general. Besides, wasn't she, in her current state, technically a man?
That thought made Draco feel better until he realized that if he went by that logic it would mean he was a woman. And while he was guilty of using various hair products and being very fashion conscious, Draco had always considered himself more masculine than not.
"Here Hermione, drink this potion and it should relieve some of the pain. I'll be right back with some clean underwear and a pad. Oh, and you should do a cleaning spell on your panties, I'd do it but I've got my hands full. Anyway, here's a plastic bag to put your underwear in."
Draco felt like a baby who needed his diaper changed. He decided that after this episode he had every excuse to blow off the rest of her classes, so he spent the rest of the day (at least the time before dinner) sulking about his current condition.
Unable to just sit there idly in the Girl's Dormitory, Draco went into Hermione's trunk and started writing a letter to his father. If anyone would know what caused this, it would be Lucious Malfoy. Having been a Death Eater, he was an expert on hexes.
Draco's POV (Sort of ends as Myrtles POV):
As Draco exited the library he felt something warm between his legs. Warm, and wet. Had he somehow managed to pee her pants while he'd been sitting in her library?
"Great, how come no one told me Granger needs diapers!" he said, running for the bathroom. He didn't know where to go. He couldn't go in the girls bathroom....where could he go?
Then it hit him. Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Nasty place, but this was nasty business.
"Oh its Malfoy come to visit me now," sang Myrtle, as he entered. She was in a splendid mood after having frightened a poor First Year Hufflepuff.
"Can it Myrtle!" said Draco, rushing to the toilet and locking the door behind him. Myrtle was mildly curious, but didn't intend to pester him about why he had so urgently needed to use the toilet.
"Oh, by the way, the toilet in that stall is broken," Myrtle informed him, surpressing the wild giggles that threatened to erupt from her mouth.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"
"No need to yell at me. I'm-I'm sorry. No one likes me, I just thought I'd tease you a bit..."
"Not that! Why are....why.....HER PANTIES ARE SOAKED IN BLOOD!"
Myrtle began to laugh freely. She couldn't help it. This was better than Hermione not being able to er.... aim properly.
"I'm sorry Malfoy. Hermione has some sort of weird vaginal disease. I'm afraid that you are dying!" laughed Myrtle. The only thing that gave her joy was the misery of others.
Hermione's POV:
Hermione loved Malfoy's schedule. He had two free periods. Lucky bastard. Of course, it was her own fault for taking so many classes, but still.
Since she had another fifteen minutes before his next class, she decided to stop by her new sanctuary, Myrtle's bathroom. She thought she may have left a copy of Hogwarts: A History, in there. Hermione had taken the liberty of borrowing Malfoy's copy from his book collection, surprising as it was that he'd even held that book.
Upon entering, she was met by an odd sight. Malfoy being comforted by Myrtle. She coughed to make her presence known.
"You could have warned me about....you know!"
"Hmm?"
"THE BLOOD!! NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT I'M GOING TO DIE A GIRL!"
Hermione's eyes widened. How could she have forgotten to warn him? Not that he didn't deserve it, but he was probably ruining her underwear. She hoped he hadn't worn the black ones. They were very expensive.
"Which panties did you wear?" she demanded.
"MAKE IT STOP!"
"Urgh. Do you have my bag?" Malfoy shook his head. "Great. Well I can't very well wander into the Gryffindor Girl's Dorm to get a pad --I don't think you could handle a tampon-- when I am a boy, can I?"
"Granger you'd better get me out of this. I can't leave here with your stupid blood trailing down my bloody leg!"
"Heh...bloody leg....blood."
"Can it Myrtle!" Malfoy snapped.
"Well, I think you're out of luck Malfoy. Oh, you're going to be late for Transfiguration." Hermione turned to go, but then she remembered something. "Which panties are you wearing?"
"Is that a come on?" Even in this distressed state he could somehow manage to be the biggest arse Hogwarts had ever seen!
"I want to know which pair of underwear you ruined with your ignorance of the female body."
"That was low Granger."
"Well?" Oh no, was he stalling?
"They're black," Malfoy admitted.
"I'm sorry," Hermione laughed. "For a second I thought you said they were black."
"They are."
"WHAT?" How could he...those were only for when she went out with Ron! That is, if he ever had the courage to ask her.
"I really don't think you should be getting your panties in a twist -- or is it my boxers?-- when you were the one who neglected to tell me that you have a deadly illness!"
"Malfoy what are you talking about? Look, all I can say is that is very expensive underwear and you had better pay for it."
"But.."
"Besides, it is not deadly."
"Then why am I doubled over in pain?"
"Don't wizards have health class? Honestly, they are called cramps!" She would take as much enjoyment from his pain as she could. Those panties had cost her a month's allowance!
"Make it stop!" he wailed. She could get used to this. Malfoy, begging like a puppy wanting table scraps.
"I'm afraid Malfoy, you will just have to pay a visit to Madam Pomfrey," said Hermione, as she turned to leave the bathroom. "Oh, and Malfoy?" she asked as she reached the door.
"What?"
"I'm serious. You had better pay me back."
Malfoy's POV:
Granger had been no help. In fact, she made things worse. Draco knew he was late to whatever fucking class the wench had next, and right now, he didn't give a flying fuck about it.
As he made his way to the hospital wing, underwear stained in blood, cramps plaguing him with a pain he had never known, he vowed he would get Granger back. If only he knew what had caused this switch! Draco was well aware of the fact that he should have been more helpful to Granger in this regard, but he had been too busy with this whole period business to think logically.
"Hermione, you look awful!" exclaimed Madame Pomfrey when Draco stumbled into the Hospital Wing.
"Cramps....period....came....early," he fibbed. Well, the cramps part was true, he had no idea when Granger was due to get her cycle, and frankly he didn't want to. Draco fully intended to be out of her stupid body before he had to experience this again. At least now he had a new respect for woman kind. Not Granger though. Just women in general. Besides, wasn't she, in her current state, technically a man?
That thought made Draco feel better until he realized that if he went by that logic it would mean he was a woman. And while he was guilty of using various hair products and being very fashion conscious, Draco had always considered himself more masculine than not.
"Here Hermione, drink this potion and it should relieve some of the pain. I'll be right back with some clean underwear and a pad. Oh, and you should do a cleaning spell on your panties, I'd do it but I've got my hands full. Anyway, here's a plastic bag to put your underwear in."
Draco felt like a baby who needed his diaper changed. He decided that after this episode he had every excuse to blow off the rest of her classes, so he spent the rest of the day (at least the time before dinner) sulking about his current condition.
Unable to just sit there idly in the Girl's Dormitory, Draco went into Hermione's trunk and started writing a letter to his father. If anyone would know what caused this, it would be Lucious Malfoy. Having been a Death Eater, he was an expert on hexes.