A/N: Draco's pronouns will now be changed to 'she', 'her', etc. I know it's weird at first, but you'll get used to it.

Chapter Four: Temper,temper

The next morning, Draco rolled over and groaned as she opened her eyes. Sitting on the bed across from her were the two thick lumps commonly known as Grab and Coil. I mean Crabbe and Goyle.

"What are you two doing here?" Draco ran a hand through her mussed hair, scowling at it's now waist-length.

"Professor said we could come see you. Don't know why. Thought you'd be happy about the change," Crabbe rocked a bit as he spoke, as if he'd sat on something, then pulled a slightly mashed muffin out of his pocket.

"You really are dense aren't you? Just because I admire the female body doesn't mean I want one of my very own!" Crabbe inspected the muffin for a moment before shrugging and popping it whole into his mouth, causing a look of pure disgust to flit across Draco's face, "Ugh. You two are giving me a headache with your stupidity. Go away."

Crabbe and Goyle labored to their feet and headed for the door, Crabbe still happily munching away on the muffin. About halfway out the door, Goyle turned back to speak to Draco.

"You know, your voice hasn't changed that much-!"

He was cut off suddenly by a flying bedpan with a desire for his head. Both boys ducked out as Draco searched for more missiles within easy reach. When she heard the door click shut, she sighed and flopped back into the pillows. Unfortunately, the cursed door swung open again almost immediately. She sat up in a huff, ready to explode at the two simpletons when the wind was abruptly taken out of her sails. Dread quickly began to take its place.

"Oh no..." Draco wished she had not opened her mouth, because it was the sound of her not-so-changed voice that let the new visitors find her.

Millicent Bulstrode and Pansy Parkinson launched themselves at Draco, beginning to wail horribly. Only when they were about to throw themselves on her did Draco make out individual words.

"NAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! IT CAN'T BE TRRRRUUUUUUUEEEE!!!!!" Pansy attached herself at Draco's neck, sobbing wretchedly and wetting the front of the invalid's nightshirt, "Not my poor Drakey-pooooooooo!"

Draco couldn't have been more revolted as she tried to fend off the clinging girls. It didn't work. Every time she got one appendage worked loose, another would take its place.

After a few moments of struggling, Draco got irritated, "ENOUGH!"

Both girls abruptly stopped crying, shocked. Draco was finally able to disentangle Pansy from her, sending the distraught girl a scathing look when she landed on the floor.

"When have I ever been your anything!? Not to mention that insulting name which I will not repeat!?" Millicent looked as if she was about to start crying again, "Stop that this instant! You will both leave this room immediately. Or I shall find a new-and no doubt painful-use for bedrails! Furthermore, you will inform anyone who even looks like they are thinking about coming here that I DO NOT WANT TO BE DISTURBED!" with one last screech, Draco sent them on their way, "Is that clear?!"

The door shut softly as Draco pulled the covers up and rolled over, her own shouts still ringing in her ears.

Disclaimer: I'm lazy-anything you don't recognize belongs to me. Unless you haven't read the books, and therefore don't recognize anything (but in that case, what are you doing here, reading this?).

A/N: I got pounded a lot by my best friend for putting the grab and coil thing in there. So, this one's for you Naru- learn to hit me where I can hide the bruises.

A/N2: I was a little down about the fact that I didn't get very many reviews. Either no one is reading this story, or all of you are being very quiet. Silence is creepy dudes. Speak to me! Even if it's just to say 'I read the story.' Please? sniff