Well, because everyone wants the story, I guess I'll keep going. I didn't get any ideas until just recently, thank god I finally thought of something...

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

The months went by at a snail's pace. Crystal was finding it harder and harder to keep up with being a girl. However, the middle of the school year finally came, and along with it, Christmas. On the other hand, along with Christmas came presents.

Before, when Crystal was still Harry, she had had no problem with presents. When she woke up though, that morning, Crystal found a ten foot pile of presents at the foot of her bed. This in itself was not bad, but almost all the presents were from secret admirers, and all they held were cheap trinkets and chocolates, often accompanied by long love letters. Apparently not many of the boys cared that Crystal was really a boy too. Crystal was really starting to dread Valentine's Day.

The rest of the day only got worse. In case she hadn't gotten enough presents that morning, boys kept shoving small packages into her hands as she walked through the halls. When she got to breakfast, about a dozen owls swooped down and left another enormous pile of presents around her plate.

Crystal sat in the common room that night looking very unhappy about things. Hermione came over and sat next to her.

"What's wrong?" she asked in a sympathetic tone. This was all Crystal could take.

"YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHAT'S WRONG, HERMIONE! EVERYTHING'S ALL FUN AND GAMES FOR YOU ISN'T IT? WELL, THE REST OF US AREN'T SO LUCKY! LOOK AT ME! I'M STUCK AS A GIRL!"

This long speech had completely unsettled Hermione, and she quickly got up and went to sit elsewhere, leaving Crystal with her thoughts.

The next day was considerably better. Nobody followed Crystal through the hallways, and there was no mail whatsoever. Crystal felt bad about taking out her anger on Hermione like that, but she couldn't be found, no matter where Crystal looked.

Hermione didn't show up for the rest of the day until about bedtime, and then she wouldn't talk about where she had been. Crystal and Ron both shrugged at this odd behavior, but didn't give it much thought and went straight to bed.

Okay, this chappie was a bit short, but I couldn't think of anything else to put for this part of my story. Before I forget, I'm going to come out with a new HP story soon. It's called Juliet. Don't forget to review!