"Forgetting all I'm Lacking, Completely Incomplete"
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Michael/Daphne
Characters: Michael Corner and Daphne Greengrass
Summary: Daphne's upset about the news that a prank someone cast is going to leave her stuck as a boy for a very long time.
Notes: Writing challenge based on lyrics. Quasi-slashy

She'd once asked, "What if this lasts forever?" The school had been madness for that first week, really. And when the second week rolled around, it was still quite difficult. When the third week came about, Dumbledore announced that things were going to stay as they were for a while. Whomever had invoked the limiting rune on the curse had done it backwards. It looked like it was due to wear off in one century rather than one week. Dumbledore assured us that things would be fixed by the end of the school year, and already some of the teachers were back to normal. The students that were afraid of everything were also getting top priority in having their curse removed, given that some of them couldn't even function.

Daphne and I weren't particularly high on that list of priorities, given that I was just hearing voices... And I was actually getting used to hearing the Hufflepuffs by now... and she... Well. Daphne had become a boy. Sure, I still remembered her hair, and that subtle smile she'd have when she was on to something, but her face was so different now. Not that I minded, really. The fact was that she was still perfectly capable of rational thought and living quite easily with herself, so she'd be one of the last to have her curse removed. That she'd just found that out today meant that she was in a terrible mood.

I'd only just found her, too. She usually wasn't one to really hide when there were things to be doing. But I finally found her in that unused room in the dungeon, where she was lying on the floor - the dusty floor - looking straight up at the ceiling.

"Hey," I said. "You ran out of the Great Hall this morning. Didn't have a chance to talk to you." I sat down beside her on the floor, trying to ignore the dust. She didn't say anything, but turned teary eyes toward me, stared for a moment, then went back to studying the ceiling.

I knew what she was worried about. I couldn't read her mind, but she'd been so worried before that she wouldn't change back and I'd decide to move on, but that wasn't the case. I knew that she knew that, but she'd just been dealt a shock, so I wasn't mad. Two more months - at least - out of her normal body was a lot to take in one day.

I didn't even think about it, really. Just leaned down and brushed my lips against hers. It was different in a way, but still the same. Still Daphne. She looked up at me, surprised, and I took her hand. "I told you, didn't I?"

"But I don't... I'm not... I'm not really complete, Michael." she managed, dancing around any technical terms she might have come up with. Her voice was rough. Male. Didn't matter. I still heard her.

"Sure you are," I responded, lying down next to her and trying to see what she was staring at so intently on the ceiling.