Warning: HBP spoilers! Sorry, couldn't resist…

Help I Feel Girly!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Rating: PG 13

Dedicated to whoever managed to read HBP within the last few days! I'm proud of you…!

Chapter One

Goyle's pov.:

I stood alone in the long, dark corridor. It was a bit cold but with my different rather girly looks I felt like I was freezing to death. I was clutching the stupid heavy brass scales, remembering vividly as Granger had been oh-so-kind and repaired them for me, not so long ago.

I sighed, staring down at the ground. I had been doing this for such a long time already that I felt like my feet had turned to the same stone as the ground and the second I'd try to move away, I'd notice that I couldn't.

Feeling slightly pathetic that I was worrying about such natural things as walking, I led my thoughts back to the reason why I was stupidly standing in an empty corridor in the seventh floor, looking like a small… girl.

Never mind the femalish part of the whole plan, Draco had been totally – at least at the beginning – enthusiastic about it and alone that had made me happy. However, now things were entirely different. Draco was even more withdrawn than he usually was. I sulked.

Nobody cared that I stood 24/7 in an icy corridor devoid of any human soul, waiting for someone to come out who didn't even care enough for me to tell me what he was doing when he vanished…

I decided that I had stared enough at the stone-ground directly in front of me and moved my eyes several cm to the right. Realising frowningly that that piece of the ground looked exactly as the one I had been looking at before I shifted uneasily.

It felt awful to change from a fat dreadful looking boy to a cute little girl.

Yes, I knew that my usual body was in fact horribly bad-looking, but who would have known that little (supposedly) innocent girls got that much attention. The first time I had changed, it had just taken several minutes for someone to lean down to the lost looking girl and ask her what she was doing there all alone.

To be truthful, the first thing I had done was gape at the two year older boy.

But soon I realized that it had been an unbelievably stupid idea to change me into a pretty girl. How could Draco have forgotten the fact that making me look too good would make people stare at me and draw attention even more than had I stood there as my ugly self?

"Hello … you're very pretty, aren't you?" Harry Potter whispered over my shoulder into my ear, rendering me incapable of anything more than a squeal of absolute terror. The brass scales fell to the ground and I ran as though someone had stabbed me in the back, never once daring to look back all the way to the Slytherin Common Room.

However, much later, when I was lying under the fluffy covers in my bed, staring up at the wall, desperately trying to sleep I realized a horrible fact.

I had liked it.