Disclaimer: I didn't post this earlier, but I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. The main plot behind the story and the characters accompanying are courtesy of J.K. Rowling who has unknowningly let me borrow them for the sake of this fan-fiction. The basic plot behind this personal story is credited to Rumiko Takahashi. Bless their hard-working souls.
Author Notes: Thanks to those who reviewed my story. You know who you are. Much gratitude. Really boosts the spirit. :D
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Chapter Three: L is for Looping Memories
Harry and Draco were walking back to the Slytherin dungeons side by side. Harry had thrown his Invisibility Cloak over his shoulder, the Marauder's Map wiped clear and in his pocket. Draco was Head Boy, so Harry was safe walking with him. Even if Harry got caught, he was positive that Draco could lie smoothly at the drop of a hat. "You know what, Malfoy? What are we going to do about Quidditch?"
Draco stopped in his tracks, and Harry didn't notice, so he kept walking. "Well, we could just ride one another's brooms during practice," Draco responded, his eyes glittering with malice.
Harry rolled his eyes and pointed out, "What about the Gryffindor/Slytherin match?"
"Don't be a fag, Potter. They usually hold that one at the end of the year to boost school spirit before the exams. We can solve this thing hopefully within a month, and we'll be fine."
"But Gryffindor is playing against Ravenclaw in one week. Are you saying that you're going to be sitting behind me on my broomstick with the Invisibility Cloak around you? There is a possibility of showers that night."
"Hmm, showers. I guess I'll have to be there when you change."
Harry blushed slightly, but it went unnoticed in the darkness of their surroundings. "That's not what I meant, Malfoy."
"Oh hell, you'll suffice as a girl during your Quidditch game. Yeah, your arms will be slightly shorter, a disadvantage when trying to catch the Snitch, but that's about all. As long as you cloak yourself heavily, you'll manage. And do try to make your new chest a bit less obvious, Potter. Strutting around like that as a girl is different, don't you know?"
Harry finally realized that he had gone past the ten-foot radius and instantly backtracked so that he was a few feet in front of Draco. Draco smirked as Harry cast him a glare.
"Ha ha, witty. Are we there yet?"
"Patience, Potter. Didn't realize you were so eager to sleep with me, not that anyone would pass down that offer."
Harry mumbled something inaudible and found himself blushing again, which Draco caught this time.
The two approached a slab of rock with a painting of two intertwined green snakes. Draco muttered the password and the rock swung aside, revealing a slightly warmer common room, laden heavily with Slytherin colors. Slytherin and their pride, Harry thought as he rolled his eyes again. "Nice décor, by the way" Harry said as Draco led them towards another painting on the opposite side of the dormitory staircases.
Draco mumbled something to the painting, making sure no one was observing them. The painting split in half, allowing a single human to fit in at a time. Draco stepped into the hallway, Harry cautiously following. The painting slid into place behind them as Draco continued farther on the pathway. He stopped at yet another door, this one unlocked by a series of incantations. The door swung open and light poured into the hallway, the dismal, gloomy setting disappearing.
"Nice place," Harry complimented again as he sat down on a plush green armchair.
"Thanks, I designed it myself," Draco replied, as he closed the door and muttered a spell under his breath, supposedly for extra protection. "Now, about your personal supplies…"
Harry took the next few minutes trying to Accio his hygienic necessities, but the walls and doors were in the way. "Oh hell, this is going to take too long." Focusing all his attention on his items in his dormitory, he shouted at the spell, "ACCIO ITEMS!" Seconds later, a huge hole was blasted in the wall opposite them as a huge chest and items from his desk flew and crashed into a heap on the floor, followed by random things that Harry had not managed to organize in his chest.
"Smooth move, Potter," Draco noted sarcastically as he pointed in the direction of a room. Draco took out his wand and muttered, "Complishia Reparo." And many floors above, Harry's dorm-mates stared amazedly as the huge hole in the wall was suddenly pieced back together and made complete.
"Just a hallucination…" Neville muttered dazedly.
"Right…" Ron agreed quietly.
Gathering as many things as he could, Harry trudged down the hall and dumped his things in a pile.
"Got anyplace I can store these things, Malfoy?" Harry asked from inside the room.
"No need to yell, Potter, I'm right behind you," Draco claimed as he conjured up a big mahogany wardrobe. "Go right on ahead."
Harry began sorting out his items, using the many drawers to sort his spare robes, shirts, pants, sleeping clothes, and underclothes. Probably the first time I've ever been so neat and meticulous, Harry wondered miraculously as he laid his socks side by side in a small drawer. In one compartment, he kept all his school supplies, and in the other, personal things in which he sealed with a few spells.
"Wonder what's in that drawer," Draco mused out loud as he eyed the "special" drawer.
"Don't even bother finding out, Malfoy. It's my stuff."
"In my room."
"Yes, it's all about you. Your room, your life, and your problem. And it's all your fault that this had to happen." Harry cast him a foul look.
I'm going to have fun trying to de-spell this drawer and finding out what Potter's hiding from me, Draco thought amusedly as Harry continued with his organizing. The Perfect Boy's got secrets, and it's my duty to find them out.
Minutes later, Harry had laid everything out and had organized his things in an orderly fashion. "There, done. Hey Malfoy, you got anything to eat downhere?"
After a few seconds of silence, Harry finally noticed that Draco was not behind him. He exited the room and took in his new surroundings. He spotted what was supposedly the kitchen and began searching an evening snack, only to find nothing. Ack, the house elves prepare the food, and Malfoy wouldn't own a fridge or anything…
Harry spent the next couple of minutes searching the room for any sign of food, but to no avail.
Two hours later, Harry decided it was time to sleep. But he had no clue where to sleep. He managed to find his way back to the room with his items, for Draco's room was not small in anyway, and he just shrugged, changed, and fell asleep upon the bed available in that room.
During this entire period, Draco had been holed up in his private library, researching about the Generis Cambiare Potion, so as to get Potter out of here as quickly as possible. People will notice, and Malfoys and Potters just don't mix together well…they don't mix at all, Draco thought grumpily as he scanned the page. The sooner he gets out of here, the better, because who knows what kind of problems this will create for my reputation?
The next morning, the mental alarm clock in his head rang, and Harry stumbled in the bathroom, which was conveniently situated next to the bedroom. Still in his sleepy state, he undressed and stepped under the rush of warm water. Sighing contentedly, he reached for the soap when he froze. Oh fuck, where the hell is Malfoy? Harry thought as he immediately shut his eyes at the sight below him. Now calm down, Harry. Just don't look down, don't look down…Harry's attempt was unsuccessful as he spent the next full ten minutes with wide eyes, gaping as the steady flow of the warm water from the shower bathed his newly acquainted female body.
Draco woke up to artificial sunbeams (ones he had cast to portray the outside daylight) as he yawned and stretched, rubbing his eyes. Looking at the books spread all over his table, he groaned. "Crap, I fell asleep." He vaguely wondered how Harry was coping with this change of environment and trudged through the halls. The sound of water running bounced off the walls, leading Draco to the shower in his room. He knocked on the door and asked loudly over the pounding water, "Potter?"
The water abruptly stopped, and Harry barged out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, turned on his heel, and glared maliciously at Draco. "Don't ever, ever, leave me alone like that again"" Harry threatened.
"Why? Did little Potty boy miss me?" Draco joked, smirking all the while.
Harry sighed angrily and explained in a forced calmness, "No, Malfoy. Do you remember that I am now two genders?"
Draco raised his eyebrow and nodded slowly.
"So, what happens when I'm not within a ten-foot radius from you, which so conveniently happened this morning?"
Draco blinked his eyes a few times, stared a moment at Harry's glistening, wet, and nicely defined torso, before it occurred to him. Draco slowly let his eyes come level to Harry's, and he bit his lip as he saw the anger building up in Harry's jade eyes.
Harry saw Draco's shoulders beginning to shake, and he growled. When Draco eventually looked at him, he burst out in laughter, leaning against the nearest wall for support.
"So…heh…did…you…"
"Enjoy the view? Why, yes Malfoy, I did, after the initial shock disappeared," Harry finished sarcastically.
Draco snorted and began chuckling again. "Wow, you're a lucky guy Potter. Not many males get the pleasure of the view of a constant female." Peals of laughter erupted again as Draco sank to the floor, his head leaning laid back as he let out his mirth and enjoyment at Harry's misfortune. Not really misfortune, Draco thought happily before cascades of snickers flowed forth.
Harry threw a last disgusted look at Malfoy, walking past the shaking figure on the ground and yanking open a few drawers in the wardrobe. He tossed random pieces of clothing over his shoulder, walking back into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.
Maybe I should leave again, Draco thought evilly as he stood up, brushing the dust off his shirt and pants. He doesn't have a bra either…
Draco let that thought trail off before another wave of guffawing took place. "Shut the hell up, Malfoy!" Harry yelled rejectedly from the bathroom as Draco sat down weakly on the bed. Lying back and placing his arms under his head, he decided not to put Harry through those trials again. Since I got the poor guy in this situation in the first place. Draco chuckled again.
"Don't worry, Potter. I'm staying."
"No shit, after what you put me through!" Harry exclaimed aggravated, marching out of the bathroom wearing a dark green turtleneck and a thick black hooded sweater over it, along with tan khaki pants. "Do you know how cold it is down here? Freezing, I swear…what?"
Draco was staring at him incredulously, his eyebrows furrowed, and Harry inquired again, "What?"
"No, I was just wondering…how I should announce to the school at breakfast that you're a cross-dresser," Draco responded, smirking.
Harry's jaw dropped as he mumbled, "You wouldn't dare…"
"I'm not sitting with a bunch of Gryffindors. It'll ruin my reputation."
"Well, you know what else would? If I told Professor Snape and the Headmaster what potion you made illegally?" Harry retorted.
"You wouldn't dare…" Draco echoed, his voice hollow. If Father ever found out…
"How does it feel like to have the tables turned, eh Malfoy?" Harry replied, a small smirk on his face. Wait, why am I not telling on Malfoy?
Because you're the Golden Boy, and it's not in your manner to tell on people when something this major occurs.
Oh, is that so?
Yes, sadly it is.
Well, if that's the only reason, I guess I can live with my hero status.
If it was the only reason, Harry…Harry shook his subconscious thoughts out of his head.
"You should smirk more, fits you better than those goofy smiles," Draco commented, interrupting his thoughts.
Harry threw his arms up in exasperation as he shouted, "That's not what we were talking about! Stop changing the topic! Plus, I hardly have reason to smile anymore…" Harry whispered the last sentence, his gaze directed at the floor. Draco had then turned his complete attention to Harry, but Harry wouldn't meet his stare.
The two stood in silence for a few moments before Draco asked congenially, "Breakfast?"
"We can eat here then?"
Draco nodded, and Harry's spirit brightened. A pang of guilt rose in his heart as Harry put on his shoes and exited the room. I put him through this…you know what!? It's his fault for making me feel this way! Malfoy's do not feel pity, not for him, not for anyone! Malfoy's are evil; they always have evil thoughts! Draco nodded confidently before making his way to the kitchen. Yet doubt still settled in his heart. Curse Potter, curse him…
