Chapter Eight: First lessons

Draco stalked down the corridors, still angry at the vile and nightmarish twist on her name.

'Ugh! How dare they! I'm Draco Malfoy for cripes sake!' she fumed, "I guess I'll just have to remind the whole school who's boss…'

She stopped suddenly, the thought of what she could do to reclaim her status as 'Most evilly sexy boy allowed to roam the halls of Hogwarts' putting a slight grin on her face.

The grin died an unnaturally quick death, "I can't be the 'Most evilly sexy boy' anymore…and 'Most evilly sexy girl' just doesn't have the same ring to it…"

"What are you blathering on about?" Hermione's voice cut through the thoughts that threatened to overwhelm Draco. She held open the door to the empty classroom the lessons were to take place in, "You're late."

Draco sighed as she entered the room and sat down on the solitary desk, putting her feet in the chair. Hermione wrinkled her nose at such behavior, but she didn't say anything, instead going to her bag in the corner and pulling out a tape measure. She carried it over to Draco and demanded that she stand up.

"Why?"

"I have to take your measurements so the house elves can slave away fixing your uniform. Starting tomorrow, you will wear the girl's uniform, so we better start working."

Draco's eyes widened, "No! I can't wear that! It's got a skirt!" her voice rose with each panicked word she spoke, "I'll be the laughingstock of the entire school!"

Hermione's hands went to her hips, "That's what you're here tonight for. Damage control. We're gonna try to give them as little to joke about as possible, and that's why you have to let me do this! After I get your measurements, we'll start on getting you ready for tomorrow. Now stand up and hold your arms out to the side."

Draco stood and allowed the other girl to take her measurements. Everything went as well as can be expected-until Hermione drew the tape across Draco's chest.

"GAAHH!" she jerked her hands up to cover her chest, "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

Hermione looked down at the tape and noted the place where her fingers were. She pulled out her wand, "Taking your bust measurements."

"What do you need that for? I mean, sure, I'd like to know how big they've gotten, but that's personal!" Hermione waved her wand in the air and muttered something under her breath.

A piece of fabric popped into being in the air near the end of the wand. Hermione grabbed it before it could drop to the ground and held it out to Draco. The seemingly violated girl looked at the bra with a mixture of interest and fear, not daring to reach out for it.

"What am I supposed to do with that?"

Hermione stuffed the thing into Draco's hand, "Put it on."

"Funny, I'm more accustomed to taking them off…" she held the bra up with both hands, "And, not to be rude, but I prefer fabrics such as silk for my…undergarments."

The other girl huffed, "Well, you'll have to live with simple cotton for a while, until you can buy your own. I'm sure it won't kill you," Hermione eyed Draco who was looking to see where the damned thing hooked, "Do you need help?"

"No, I can do it," Draco conjured a small Japanese folding screen and went behind it to change. A few grunts and low curses later, she emerged again, looking very pleased with herself-if a little winded.

"I'm impressed, Draco! How did you get that on all by yourself?"

Draco's smile grew smug, "I told you I was more accustomed to taking them off. Just took a little work turning everything backwards."

Hermione tried to conceal her smile, 'Draco's not that funny, and I can't have her thinking that I'm going to soften up toward her.' "Well," she said aloud, "you've jumped one hurdle, but let's see how well you do with the next one, hmm?"

Draco's voice came floating from behind the folding screen, which she was currently using for cover, "I am not coming out."

Hermione sighed, "Come on, it can't be that bad."

A blonde head suddenly leaned around the screen, "Ohhhh, but it is…"

"Just show me the damned uniform!"

Draco scowled as her head disappeared from view. A few seconds later, she came reluctantly out from her hiding place, looking for all the world as if she'd rather be facing down a pack of ravenous wolves. The girl's uniform fit her surprisingly well, considering the fact that it was her first time in it.

She glared at Hermione, "This looks ridiculous."

Hermione crossed her arms and stared down her nose at Draco, "If you can't even handle the uniform, how are you gonna be able to cope with the rest of it?"

Draco blanched, "There's more!"

"Oh, lots more."

Draco looked a little ill, so Hermione decided to try to keep her mind off the immense load she would have to learn. If Draco could learn in small steps, then it wouldn't overwhelm her. Hermione went back to her bag and rummaged through it until she found a small disposable razor. She walked back and handed it to Draco who was looking as if she was already dreading whatever new horrors would be coming out of Hermione's bag.

Draco looked down at the razor, then back up at the other girl. Her face grew smug as she handed the razor back to Hermione, "I have a spell that takes care of that. Thankfully, it takes care of everything for both males and females."

Hermione humphed, then returned the razor to her bag. While she was bent over, she happened to glance at her watch. She straightened and turned around, pulling the bag up to rest on her shoulder.

"That's all for tonight. It's getting late and I still have homework. We'll meet again at the same time and place tomorrow. If you have any questions or emergencies before then, you can find me."

Draco nodded and played with the hem of her new skirt, "Just one thing. Can you teach me that thing you did with my hair earlier? I didn't exactly see how you did it…"

Hermione nodded and set her bag down again, pulling out a rubber band and a hairbrush.

Disclaimer: You know the drill, anything you recognize belongs to the rabid squirrels-oops, I mean to Ms. Rowling…

A/N: I'm BAAAAACCCCKKKK! Grr… I'm also very irritated that that took so long. Hopefully now updates will come sooner. Hopefully. That is, if I can possibly motivate myself to write about poor Draco's humiliation…what a chore…