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Chapter 8: Skirts and Daisies.
"Look, Granger. If this is one of your strangely twisted jokes to try and keep me here because you can't resist my looks, charms and wit..." Draco trailed off as Hermione smirked at him.
He was slightly thrown, as he wasn't sure whether people were allowed to smirk at him. No one had ever really smirked at him before – it didn't seem right. He was the one supposed to be doing the smirking.
"You really think highly of yourself don't you?"
"Of course."
"Seriously?"
"No."
Hermione blinked. That wasn't the response she had been expecting.
Draco turned away from her and grimaced, he'd done it again. He'd said something he didn't mean to say.
It was like when he had told Pansy that he thought she looked good in a particular top. She had worn it for the rest of the month in an attempt to impress him until he had sneaked into her room and cut it into small pieces.
To this day she thought it had been her owl.
There would be definite repercussions from saying that small word to Granger. With Pansy it could result in something rather funny but with Granger it was downright dangerous.
Suddenly his stomach rumbled and he could hear Granger give a small snort of laughter behind him. He placed a hand on his stomach and frowned.
"Ok Granger lets get this over with, make my hair brown or something." He said turning round. Hermione raised a brow at him.
"Two things. One, you haven't even taught me the spell yet. And two, you can't expect me to be a boy for a half an hour without you having to be a girl!" She finished triumphantly.
"Oh no. You're not serious?"
"No, I'm not serious."
"You're lying!"
"And?"
"Gryffindors don't lie!" Draco spluttered lamely.
"Maybe you're rubbing off on me."
"That's even worse!" He practically yelled. Hermione laughed at the horrified look on his face.
"Okay I won't turn you into a girl. What's the spell?" Draco still looked edgy and untrusting but he relented.
"It's visio-mutatio." He said grudgingly.
"What about the complicated hand gestures?"
"I only did them to make the spell seem more impressive." Draco said offhandedly. "Just say the words and concentrate on what you want me to look like. I put a time limit on my one, yours should work straight away."
It surprised Hermione to realise that Draco was actually good at magic. She had always assumed that he spent all his time thinking of ways to mock Harry – apparently this was not true, he studied too.
"Okay." Hermione drew her wand out of her robe pocket. Draco gave her a lopsided grin, which surprised her a little.
"To quote you from about half an hour ago: 'I never thought I'd willingly let you put a spell on me'."
"Visio-mutatio!" The red jet of light shot out from Hermione's wand and surrounded Draco who looked extremely worried.
When the light disappeared a very disgruntled Draco emerged. Only his hair had changed, what had once been silvery strands was now a bright green mohican. He crossed his arms and glared at her.
"I don't appreciate that you know." He growled, prodding his new hairstyle disdainfully.
"Well to be honest, it uses the same amount of gel to get that hairstyle as it does to get your helmet-hair style."
"Stop digging at the hairstyle! My father likes it okay?"
"Sorry. I was just practicing." Hermione fiddled with her wand as she thought out loud. "I think brown eyes and long black hair. What do you think about freckles?"
"Get bent Granger. You said you wouldn't turn me into a girl!"
"I lied."
"Damn you Gryffindors and your innocence!"
"Visio-mutatio!"
When the red light subsided for the second time Draco was left standing with long, straight black hair and dark brown eyes. He was still scowling. Hermione tried to not laugh but failed. Draco's scowl deepened.
"It suits you."
"Shut up Granger."
"No really. Maybe you should dye your hair."
Hermione opened one of her drawers and took out two pairs of socks.
"What are they for?" Draco asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
"Put them down your shirt."
"What?!"
"If you're going to be a convincing girl, you need..." Hermione waved the socks to make her point. Draco grabbed them.
"Okay, okay I get the picture." Moodily he stuffed the socks down his top. "If word gets out about this I will personally throw you out of the astronomy tower window and feed you to Potter's owl."
Hermione attempted to look scared. It was hard to take Draco seriously when he had socks down his shirt.
"Here, put this on." Hermione said, passing Draco a skirt that had been enlarged to fit him and some Gryffindor robes.
"Oh no! That's going too far!" Draco protested, pushing the skirt back at Hermione.
"Do you want to stay much longer in here with me?"
"Point taken." Draco disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared in a knee length pleated skirt and Gryffindor robes looking extremely pissed off.
"You will pay for this Granger." Draco said through clenched teeth.
"Don't be like that Draco, you really have very nice knees."
Draco simply glowered at her.
"You ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be to dress up as a girl and parade around Hogwarts." He replied sarcastically.
Hermione opened the door and pushed Draco out into the Gryffindor common room. He stumbled forward. A few Gryffindors glanced up but soon turned back to what they had been doing. Hermione closed the door behind her and looked up sharply as voices from the staircase to the boys' dormitory reached her.
Harry and Ron strolled into the common room talking about something – Quidditch probably. They saw Hermione and waved. Hermione hoped that they wouldn't come over, but whatever cosmic force was up there was ignoring her. She turned to Draco, he was scowling again.
"Hermione who's your friend?" Ron asked, grinning at Draco. A murderous look spread across Draco's face, Ron didn't notice.
Hermione glanced at Harry who shrugged. Ron kept glancing at a possibly homicidal Draco. Draco made a very good-looking girl; it wasn't her fault that Ron was attracted to good-looking girls.
An incredibly evil grin spread across Hermione's face. Draco winced; the girl should have really been in Slytherin. He suddenly felt extremely afraid of what Hermione might do.
"This is Daisy. She's in fifth year."
How degrading. Not only did he have to pretend to be a girl but he had to have one of the worst names ever and it was a lot like Pansy's.
Ron grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously.
"Nice to meet you Daisy. You know, you look familiar. But I'm sure I would have remembered such a pretty face wouldn't I?" He gave what should have been a suave smile but looked more like a grimace to Draco.
Draco was desperately trying to make Potter have a moment of madness in which he would attempt to kill Weasley.
So far his psychic powers seemed to be failing dismally.
"So Daisy, do you have a date to the Yule Ball?" Ron asked, not letting go of his hand. Draco shook his hand to try and dislodge Ron's.
There was a snort from Hermione's general direction.
"I'm not your type, believe me." He said in a falsetto voice. He could feel Hermione trying frantically to hold her laughter in. Potter was looking at her strangely.
"How can you be so sure?" Ron tried to look appealing instead of suave – he ended up looking like one of those annoying dogs that Draco always had an impulse to kick, it could have been because his father had one.
This was it. He couldn't take it anymore. Time to get evil.
"Even if I was a girl I wouldn't lower my standards to go with a gangly, ugly ba... Ow! I mean, female intuition and all that crap." Hermione had kicked him sharply in the shin and given him a warning look.
"You're feisty. I like that in a girl." Did the boy never give up? Draco fought the urge to turn Ron into a slug and stand on him.
"Well go find one."
"Why won't you go to the Yule Ball with me?" No. It was proven, Weasley never gave up.
"Do you want a list? Ow! Stop doing that! Ahem, I mean, we just met five minutes ago."
"But the Yule Ball would be a great place to get to know each other."
"You really ask the first girl you see don't you?" Draco muttered, he knew that Hermione had heard him. She was having a hard time already trying to control her giggles. Ron frowned, trying to hear what he said. "I said, I think not."
Ron took a step forward and Draco almost fell over backwards trying to get away from him. Ron brushed a hand up Draco's arm.
Hermione had to have sit down from holding in her laughter.
"But I want to get to know you." Ron murmured.
Hermione seemed to be having a coughing fit; Harry had hurried over and was hitting her on the back.
"But I'd rather not get to know you, or come within 100 metres of you."
A few minutes later Ron was lying on the floor staring dazedly at the ceiling. Harry came running over.
"Are you all right mate? That was one hell of a punch!"
"I think I'm in love!"
Outside Hermione was staring at Draco in a mixture of shock, amusement and disbelief.
"You punched him!"
Draco grinned at her shock.
"He pinched my arse! He had to pay!"
The two strolled down the corridors in what seemed to be an odd comfortable silence.
"Y'know, if I had known what Ron's flirting skills were like in fourth year then I probably wouldn't have had a crush on him." Draco didn't say anything. Hermione grimaced. "I know he's my best friend but what was with the weird faces?"
The ends of Draco's mouth curved upwards.
"I don't know. Maybe he ate something that disagreed with him." He paused. "I never thought I'd see the day where Weasley would be hitting on me. That was just a disturbing experience. Never speak of it again."
Hermione nodded. Draco's hair was slowly getting shorter and paler.
"Hey, you're turning back to normal." She said. "You better hide somewhere, you don't want your fellow Slytherins seeing you in a skirt."
"That's true. But I was just getting used to having warm ears." He complained and tossed his hair exaggeratedly. Hermione laughed.
He turned to face her frowning slightly. Hermione suddenly felt very nervous and self-conscious under his eyes. His gaze seemed more amplified by the darkness of his eyes that was slowly fading back to his normal slate grey.
"Bye Mudblood." He said. There was no malice in his tone but it still stung and dampened the mood. He turned away from her and jogged down the corridor. His hair now its normal length but still quite dark brown.
Hermione turned around and began the walk back to the Gryffindor common room where she knew that her room would seem strangely empty without Draco hogging the shower, examining her possessions and making sarcastic remarks about anything and anyone.
One day when she was old and grey she would tell Ron who it was he had been hitting on.
On second thoughts, maybe she wouldn't tell him when they were old and grey it would probably kill him. She'd have to make do with telling him when they were middle-aged.
She stopped in her tracks as she realised two things. One, Draco hadn't said thank-you for anything she had done for him, the ungrateful bastard!
Two, the lunch break was over and if she didn't run she would be late for Herbology.
A/N: Well, end of year exams are over and I think I failed at least most of them. The worst part is yet to come, the results!
Visio – Face
Mutatio – Change (Rough translation)
Thanks to all my reviewers for this chapter: Miss W D Halliwell, Dracos- DAMNsexy27, NeLLy22, Erilyn Rose, wackoramaco87, Melein, Male-chan, LadyScribe, it's me!, tennisplaya278, Bakuraisho-ur-cute and pirate-elfgal.
Melein: I know what you mean, I found the 'new' Draco particularly pathetic and annoying. My friends found it funny. Me? I found it plain irritating! They wrecked my favourite character! I am slightly miffed.
Next Time: Draco returns to Hogwarts!
Chapter 8: Skirts and Daisies.
"Look, Granger. If this is one of your strangely twisted jokes to try and keep me here because you can't resist my looks, charms and wit..." Draco trailed off as Hermione smirked at him.
He was slightly thrown, as he wasn't sure whether people were allowed to smirk at him. No one had ever really smirked at him before – it didn't seem right. He was the one supposed to be doing the smirking.
"You really think highly of yourself don't you?"
"Of course."
"Seriously?"
"No."
Hermione blinked. That wasn't the response she had been expecting.
Draco turned away from her and grimaced, he'd done it again. He'd said something he didn't mean to say.
It was like when he had told Pansy that he thought she looked good in a particular top. She had worn it for the rest of the month in an attempt to impress him until he had sneaked into her room and cut it into small pieces.
To this day she thought it had been her owl.
There would be definite repercussions from saying that small word to Granger. With Pansy it could result in something rather funny but with Granger it was downright dangerous.
Suddenly his stomach rumbled and he could hear Granger give a small snort of laughter behind him. He placed a hand on his stomach and frowned.
"Ok Granger lets get this over with, make my hair brown or something." He said turning round. Hermione raised a brow at him.
"Two things. One, you haven't even taught me the spell yet. And two, you can't expect me to be a boy for a half an hour without you having to be a girl!" She finished triumphantly.
"Oh no. You're not serious?"
"No, I'm not serious."
"You're lying!"
"And?"
"Gryffindors don't lie!" Draco spluttered lamely.
"Maybe you're rubbing off on me."
"That's even worse!" He practically yelled. Hermione laughed at the horrified look on his face.
"Okay I won't turn you into a girl. What's the spell?" Draco still looked edgy and untrusting but he relented.
"It's visio-mutatio." He said grudgingly.
"What about the complicated hand gestures?"
"I only did them to make the spell seem more impressive." Draco said offhandedly. "Just say the words and concentrate on what you want me to look like. I put a time limit on my one, yours should work straight away."
It surprised Hermione to realise that Draco was actually good at magic. She had always assumed that he spent all his time thinking of ways to mock Harry – apparently this was not true, he studied too.
"Okay." Hermione drew her wand out of her robe pocket. Draco gave her a lopsided grin, which surprised her a little.
"To quote you from about half an hour ago: 'I never thought I'd willingly let you put a spell on me'."
"Visio-mutatio!" The red jet of light shot out from Hermione's wand and surrounded Draco who looked extremely worried.
When the light disappeared a very disgruntled Draco emerged. Only his hair had changed, what had once been silvery strands was now a bright green mohican. He crossed his arms and glared at her.
"I don't appreciate that you know." He growled, prodding his new hairstyle disdainfully.
"Well to be honest, it uses the same amount of gel to get that hairstyle as it does to get your helmet-hair style."
"Stop digging at the hairstyle! My father likes it okay?"
"Sorry. I was just practicing." Hermione fiddled with her wand as she thought out loud. "I think brown eyes and long black hair. What do you think about freckles?"
"Get bent Granger. You said you wouldn't turn me into a girl!"
"I lied."
"Damn you Gryffindors and your innocence!"
"Visio-mutatio!"
When the red light subsided for the second time Draco was left standing with long, straight black hair and dark brown eyes. He was still scowling. Hermione tried to not laugh but failed. Draco's scowl deepened.
"It suits you."
"Shut up Granger."
"No really. Maybe you should dye your hair."
Hermione opened one of her drawers and took out two pairs of socks.
"What are they for?" Draco asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
"Put them down your shirt."
"What?!"
"If you're going to be a convincing girl, you need..." Hermione waved the socks to make her point. Draco grabbed them.
"Okay, okay I get the picture." Moodily he stuffed the socks down his top. "If word gets out about this I will personally throw you out of the astronomy tower window and feed you to Potter's owl."
Hermione attempted to look scared. It was hard to take Draco seriously when he had socks down his shirt.
"Here, put this on." Hermione said, passing Draco a skirt that had been enlarged to fit him and some Gryffindor robes.
"Oh no! That's going too far!" Draco protested, pushing the skirt back at Hermione.
"Do you want to stay much longer in here with me?"
"Point taken." Draco disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared in a knee length pleated skirt and Gryffindor robes looking extremely pissed off.
"You will pay for this Granger." Draco said through clenched teeth.
"Don't be like that Draco, you really have very nice knees."
Draco simply glowered at her.
"You ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be to dress up as a girl and parade around Hogwarts." He replied sarcastically.
Hermione opened the door and pushed Draco out into the Gryffindor common room. He stumbled forward. A few Gryffindors glanced up but soon turned back to what they had been doing. Hermione closed the door behind her and looked up sharply as voices from the staircase to the boys' dormitory reached her.
Harry and Ron strolled into the common room talking about something – Quidditch probably. They saw Hermione and waved. Hermione hoped that they wouldn't come over, but whatever cosmic force was up there was ignoring her. She turned to Draco, he was scowling again.
"Hermione who's your friend?" Ron asked, grinning at Draco. A murderous look spread across Draco's face, Ron didn't notice.
Hermione glanced at Harry who shrugged. Ron kept glancing at a possibly homicidal Draco. Draco made a very good-looking girl; it wasn't her fault that Ron was attracted to good-looking girls.
An incredibly evil grin spread across Hermione's face. Draco winced; the girl should have really been in Slytherin. He suddenly felt extremely afraid of what Hermione might do.
"This is Daisy. She's in fifth year."
How degrading. Not only did he have to pretend to be a girl but he had to have one of the worst names ever and it was a lot like Pansy's.
Ron grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously.
"Nice to meet you Daisy. You know, you look familiar. But I'm sure I would have remembered such a pretty face wouldn't I?" He gave what should have been a suave smile but looked more like a grimace to Draco.
Draco was desperately trying to make Potter have a moment of madness in which he would attempt to kill Weasley.
So far his psychic powers seemed to be failing dismally.
"So Daisy, do you have a date to the Yule Ball?" Ron asked, not letting go of his hand. Draco shook his hand to try and dislodge Ron's.
There was a snort from Hermione's general direction.
"I'm not your type, believe me." He said in a falsetto voice. He could feel Hermione trying frantically to hold her laughter in. Potter was looking at her strangely.
"How can you be so sure?" Ron tried to look appealing instead of suave – he ended up looking like one of those annoying dogs that Draco always had an impulse to kick, it could have been because his father had one.
This was it. He couldn't take it anymore. Time to get evil.
"Even if I was a girl I wouldn't lower my standards to go with a gangly, ugly ba... Ow! I mean, female intuition and all that crap." Hermione had kicked him sharply in the shin and given him a warning look.
"You're feisty. I like that in a girl." Did the boy never give up? Draco fought the urge to turn Ron into a slug and stand on him.
"Well go find one."
"Why won't you go to the Yule Ball with me?" No. It was proven, Weasley never gave up.
"Do you want a list? Ow! Stop doing that! Ahem, I mean, we just met five minutes ago."
"But the Yule Ball would be a great place to get to know each other."
"You really ask the first girl you see don't you?" Draco muttered, he knew that Hermione had heard him. She was having a hard time already trying to control her giggles. Ron frowned, trying to hear what he said. "I said, I think not."
Ron took a step forward and Draco almost fell over backwards trying to get away from him. Ron brushed a hand up Draco's arm.
Hermione had to have sit down from holding in her laughter.
"But I want to get to know you." Ron murmured.
Hermione seemed to be having a coughing fit; Harry had hurried over and was hitting her on the back.
"But I'd rather not get to know you, or come within 100 metres of you."
A few minutes later Ron was lying on the floor staring dazedly at the ceiling. Harry came running over.
"Are you all right mate? That was one hell of a punch!"
"I think I'm in love!"
Outside Hermione was staring at Draco in a mixture of shock, amusement and disbelief.
"You punched him!"
Draco grinned at her shock.
"He pinched my arse! He had to pay!"
The two strolled down the corridors in what seemed to be an odd comfortable silence.
"Y'know, if I had known what Ron's flirting skills were like in fourth year then I probably wouldn't have had a crush on him." Draco didn't say anything. Hermione grimaced. "I know he's my best friend but what was with the weird faces?"
The ends of Draco's mouth curved upwards.
"I don't know. Maybe he ate something that disagreed with him." He paused. "I never thought I'd see the day where Weasley would be hitting on me. That was just a disturbing experience. Never speak of it again."
Hermione nodded. Draco's hair was slowly getting shorter and paler.
"Hey, you're turning back to normal." She said. "You better hide somewhere, you don't want your fellow Slytherins seeing you in a skirt."
"That's true. But I was just getting used to having warm ears." He complained and tossed his hair exaggeratedly. Hermione laughed.
He turned to face her frowning slightly. Hermione suddenly felt very nervous and self-conscious under his eyes. His gaze seemed more amplified by the darkness of his eyes that was slowly fading back to his normal slate grey.
"Bye Mudblood." He said. There was no malice in his tone but it still stung and dampened the mood. He turned away from her and jogged down the corridor. His hair now its normal length but still quite dark brown.
Hermione turned around and began the walk back to the Gryffindor common room where she knew that her room would seem strangely empty without Draco hogging the shower, examining her possessions and making sarcastic remarks about anything and anyone.
One day when she was old and grey she would tell Ron who it was he had been hitting on.
On second thoughts, maybe she wouldn't tell him when they were old and grey it would probably kill him. She'd have to make do with telling him when they were middle-aged.
She stopped in her tracks as she realised two things. One, Draco hadn't said thank-you for anything she had done for him, the ungrateful bastard!
Two, the lunch break was over and if she didn't run she would be late for Herbology.
A/N: Well, end of year exams are over and I think I failed at least most of them. The worst part is yet to come, the results!
Visio – Face
Mutatio – Change (Rough translation)
Thanks to all my reviewers for this chapter: Miss W D Halliwell, Dracos- DAMNsexy27, NeLLy22, Erilyn Rose, wackoramaco87, Melein, Male-chan, LadyScribe, it's me!, tennisplaya278, Bakuraisho-ur-cute and pirate-elfgal.
Melein: I know what you mean, I found the 'new' Draco particularly pathetic and annoying. My friends found it funny. Me? I found it plain irritating! They wrecked my favourite character! I am slightly miffed.
Next Time: Draco returns to Hogwarts!
