It's the same old I don't own Harry Potter. As you probably already know, if you don't I suggest you get your head examined.
I am really happy with the way this chapter came out as the characters lead themselves when I write, strange I know, but that's me.
I hope you enjoy the chapter and please tell me what you think.
Harry stirred awake, groaning as the sunlight penetrated his closed eyes. He would have ignored the annoyingly cheerful sun if there hadn't been an annoying bang that jolted him awake.
"I don't want to give you a sponge bath, Aunt Petunia." He said reflexively, blinking as he stared around the room groggily. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't in the hospital wing and even longer to realize he wasn't a girl anymore. He was a real live boy! Because, lets face it, Harry will never be a man.
"I have a penis! I'm a man!" He shouted, sitting up a little more and grinning stupidly.
"Of course you're a man, of course you have a penis….how else could you have knocked me up?" He turned to stare at a very pregnant Ginny staring at him in dry amusement. Harry fell off the bed, feet over his head, letting out a very girlish and high pitch scream.
His first idea was to simply hide behind the bed and not come out. But that was just silly because for one, she had seen him hide there, and second…she was pregnant. This had to be a dream. He peered over the bed at this new development, wondering how things could get any worse.
"Pregnant." He repeated, the only thing visible to Ginny being his eyes. "How?"
She stared, seeming to not know what to say.
"Well…I think you were there during that part." She said timidly, looking a little confused. "Quit being a moron and get ready for work, the kids are hungry and you're going to be late." She added, moving toward the door at the other end of the room. Harry remained kneeling on the floor, eyes wide and face pale. Things couldn't get worse in his opinion. Sure, he had been put in a girl's body, but at least acting like a girl came naturally to him, this was a whole different situation.
"Dad! Severus broke my new broom!" A tiny blond haired child ran up, holding pieces of splintered wood in his hand. Harry looked down at the child's face and everything stopped. Or at least, his heart did. The child had a mirror image replica of Draco Malfoy's face. It might as well have BEEN Draco's head on a child's body.
"Oh dear…." He murmured, looking ready to faint. The little boy gave him a rather cold sneer that Harry had seen many times from Malfoy just as another dark haired boy ran up behind the little boy.
"I did not; he fell on it when I pushed him!" The dark haired boy snapped, giving Harry a full view of mini-Snape's face. Severus Snape glared back at him. He had fathered little assholes!
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Harry sat up with a jolt, breathing heavily, his chest heaving. Wait…chest? Breast? His hands went to his chest, squeezing gently.
"Oh thank God, I'm a girl." He gasped, falling back against the bed. Hearing a soft snicker, he lifted his head and looked at the face of Hermione Granger. Or Draco. He was still having trouble dealing with the fact that Draco Malfoy was in there.
"We always knew you were a girl, Potter. At least now you are open about it." He sneered. The sneer brought back his nightmare and he fought the urge to cry. He wanted his body back, but not at the expense of fathering a little bastard like Draco Malfoy.
"Get lost, Malfoy." He muttered, touching his newly healed nose. Draco remained silent for a moment, not sure what to say.
"Hermione isn't talking to anyone." He admitted finally. "She's mad at you, but upset with me, which is worse. I think she was crying…so I thought we could at least PRETEND to be polite to each other for her. That is, until I saw you groping yourself." He muttered, looking a little upset himself.
"This coming from the guy who calls her mudblood as many times as he thinks about sex." Harry snapped, pouting. He didn't want to help Draco; he didn't want to be his friend. He wanted to kill him. No one could make him be friends with Draco Malfoy. Not even if Hermione was crying. Wait…crying?
"She was crying?" He asked worriedly, sitting up. Draco nodded, his own worried look matching Harry's.
"Yeah…which isn't doing anything for my reputation since everyone thinks its ME who is crying." He said, not wanting to admit that he cared. Harry sighed, swinging his legs over the side and getting to his feet.
"Draco…Malfoy…we're going to have make a truce. For Hermione." He forced out, holding out his hand for Draco to shake. Draco stared at it for a moment. It was the reversed of what began all of this. When he had offered Harry his hand on the train and Harry had refused it. His first impulse was to do the same, ignore the peace offering and let the stupid Granger girl cry. At this thought, his hand moved out and wrapped around Harry's hand, shaking it.
"Fine." He muttered, pale face full of disdain. He didn't want Hermione crying, he wanted her happy. Something that he was trying not to dwell on.
Hermione sat on Draco's bed, sniffling and holding a stuffed penguin to her chest. It was her child hood toy and she didn't give a damn what her mates thought of seeing Draco Malfoy cuddling a stuff animal. She had never felt so alone. She had punched Harry. Harry and Ginny weren't talking and Draco was missing.
"Hermione?" Harry said softly through the door, knocking softly. "It's Harry." Draco punched him in the arm and he winced. "And Draco…Draco is here." He forced out, punching Draco in the shoulder equally hard. "We wanted to say we were sorry."
"VERY sorry, Hermione." Draco put in, his face near Harry's as they pressed their ear against the wooden door to hear what was going on.
"Yeah…Draco and I worked through our problems and we're…fine." Harry said, trying to sound convincing. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Let us in Hermione, we're friends now." Draco said soothingly.
"I don't believe you." Hermione snapped, curling up more and hugging Plucky to her chest. "Go away, I'm fine." She said sniffling the whole time. She knew they wouldn't believe her but she wasn't willing to open the door just yet, not to be confronted by them. She also didn't want to answer it because she didn't want Draco to see her in such a state of disarray. Why she cared she wasn't sure, I mean, it's not like he hasn't seen me like this before, I'm not even in my own body, and since when have I ever cared what Draco thought of me or how I look? I mean, I'm acting as if… It's almost as though, no I don't possibly like him, like him… Oh bugger, I think I do. Just then the bedroom door was busted open and a very concerned Draco ran directly to Hermione's side and pulled her into a comforting hug. Now I know I like him. Then just seconds later Harry joined them, hugging her from the other side.
Now, if any of them were thinking properly they would have realized just how odd this looked to the crowed of Slytherins that came out to investigate the noise which Harry and Draco created. Now they were all staring at the little redheaded Weaslyette and Potter's mudblood friend comforting a very uncharacteristically hysterical Draco Malfoy. Hermione, finally realizing that they had an audience, which is to say the entire Slytherin house, minus Blaise, Draco's Cronies, and Pansy, pushed the two men ( boy's or I guess they're girls now) off of her, grabbed her wand from the night stand and proceeded to shut the door with it. This not only succeeded to give them privacy but also to confuse the hell out of the Slytherins, leaving them to decipher on their own just what the hell happened.
"Hermione," Harry said as he hugged her again, receiving looks of death from Draco, "I am so sorry about what happened in the office, I shouldn't have said what I did." Hermione, not wanting Harry to be hanging from her anymore that Draco did, though she didn't know this, pushed him off of her, yet again, to look him in the face.
"Thanks, Harry, but I don't think I'm the one you need to be apologizing to." She finished hinting that he should go find Ginny, but Harry, being the slow, thick and incredibly clueless git that he was thought she was talking about Draco. I can't believe she wants me to apologize to that insensitive jerk. He thought as he defensively stood up to his 5 feet 3 inches tall form and looked down at Hermione.
"You're mental if you think I'm going to apologize to HIM." He huffed with utter hatred in his voice. Hermione was taken aback; she didn't like being yelled at especially by a Ginny form of Harry. Draco, seeing the affect Harry's yelling was having on Hermione, stepped in between him and the bed Hermione was still sitting on.
"You are no longer welcome here, and if you want to leave with all your body parts still attached to you, I suggest you do it now and fast, and by the way, you pathetic excuse for man, she meant you should apologize to Ginny." He said defensively as he pushed Harry out of the bedroom and slammed the door in his face before he walked back over to where Hermione was sitting.
"Thank you, I don't know what got into him, he's never looked at me like that before, with such hate." She cried as she leaned into the shoulder Draco was offering for he to cry on. She continued to cry like that for the better part of an hour with Draco stoking her hair and whispering comforting words to her which sent chills down her spine. She finally pulled herself together enough to give Draco's shoulder a rest as she sat up and began to wipe the stray tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess. You must think I'm just some emotionally unstable girl."
"Not at all," He replied as he lifted his arm up and began to wipe away her tears for her before he knew what he was doing. As soon as his hand made contact with her face she looked up and locked eyes with him, which should be weird seeing as they were looking into their own eyes but that thought didn't occur to them. Drawing himself out of the trance, he looked out the window. He was racking his brain trying to come up with something to break the awkward silence which had come over the two of them. Work brain work, what just happened? I mean, she looked at me like that and all I saw was her, not me looking back at myself. Does she feel the same way I do? Impossible, Oh Merlin, she's looking at me again. Think of something to break the silence… anything, Malfoy you idiot just, look, it's snowing outside, that's PERFECT! "We should go for a walk." He rushed, a little too excited to have come up with a tension breaker.
"A walk where?" Hermione asked, relief washing over her that he came up with something so she didn't have to.
"Outside around the grounds, it's beautiful out, look it's snowing." And no one's out there so we'll have our privacy. I really need to stop thinking like that. There's not a chance in hell she would go for a loser like me. Get a grip, Malfoy you're getting all sappy, like a girl. Coming out of his private thoughts and noticing that Hermione was very hesitant so he continued. "Come on, I don't bite (much) and if it gets too cold we can come back inside."
Hermione opened her mouth slightly and Draco thought she was going to shoot his idea down. "Ok, I would love to get out of the castle for a while, get some fresh air." Draco told her that he needed to go up to Hermione's room and get on some warmer clothes and that he would meet her in the entrance hall in 15 minutes. A walk with Draco, alone, in the snow… This could be fun. She thought as she got ready herself and left for the entrance hall. On her way out of the Slytherin common room she was hit hard in the shoulder by something. She looked up to see that Ron and Pansy were at it again. Apparently he called her a 'hysterical whinny Slytherin bitch' when she made a rude comment about his family's station in life, she didn't like it so she threw a book at him, which hit Hermione in the arm.
"See what you made me do, you poor redheaded git, you made me hit Hermione with a book." Pansy said using Hermione, or rather Draco's body, for cover.
"I didn't make you do anything, you retarded spoiled annoying twit. You threw the book that hit Hermione, and let's not forget you started this whole thing to begin with. Or don't you remember that not so polite comment you made about my father's income. He's ten times the man your father is, and at least he's nice to me." Ron knew had said too much. Pansy could take the name calling. In fact, the bashing each other back and forth was actually fun and they both enjoyed it but Pansy confided in confidence that her father was abusive when he was angry and he promised not to tell anyone. Ron screwed up and he knew it. She could forgive him for the 'retarded spoiled annoying twit' part, but it would take some fines to get her to trust him again. Tears began to form in her eyes and she dropped Hermione's shoulders, running as fast as she could in the other direction. "Pansy wait, Pansy… I'm sorry." He yelled as he ran after her. And just as quickly as it stated Hermione was left alone in the hallway, well, at least Draco and I are getting along, which is just weird because who would have thought that we would get along over Ginny and Harry. Though there is a lot of pent up sexual frustration there, he needs to just admit that he likes her. Maybe then thing would be a little less dramatic between them. Hermione continued her inner thought process the entire walk to the entrance hall to see that Draco was already there with a huge smile on his face.
"Why are you so chipper?" She asked, slightly concerned with the extensive grin he had plastered in his/her face. It was slightly unnerving.
"Oh, just because you have the cutest little pink out fit and after seeing it I think I lost all respect for you." He admitted; laughter in his eyes. Seeing that she was about to strike he left off running across the snow.
She chased after him screaming that they were a gift from her Grandmother and she hated pink. She finally caught up with him and tackled him into a rather large pile of snow. "I don't like pink." She stated for the 100th time as Draco kicked his legs trying to get out from underneath her.
"Sure you don't." He said not all to convinced, as he threw snow in her face and pushed himself on top of her, laughing the whole time. "But I must say, you look awfully cute in the pink underwear I found." And with that he got to his feet and began running towards a tree for cover.
"You're dead, Draco." Hermione yelled as she grabbed a handful of snow as she got to her feet. "You just don't know it yet." She continued yelling as the snowball she threw made contact with the back of his head. He turned around to reciprocate but he received a snowball to the face and watched as she hid behind a tree laughing hysterically the whole time.
"Oh, you'll pay for that Her..." but he was cut short when he got hit by yet another snowball so he threw himself behind a tree for cover.
"Tell, me it's not true, Draco. Tell me you aren't afraid of a little snowball." Hermione taunted him, trying to stifle the laughter that was now beginning to hurt her sides. She was laughing so hard that she didn't hear him walk up behind her.
"I'm not afraid of snowballs," He retorted as he threw a snowball at her back and took cover behind another tree.
An hour and countless snowballs later Draco proposed a truce, which is to say he knew that he had been beat and wasn't afraid to admit his defeat, which was a new breakthrough on Draco's part. Hermione agreed and the exhausted students made their way back up towards the castle, "I meant what I said before, you do look cute in those pink underwear." He then proceeded to throw the snowball, he had been carrying, at her and run into the school, literally. Since he was running so fast he slipped on the wet stone and went straight into the door, and he landed in a crumbled heap on the front steps of Hogwarts.
"That's no more than you deserve, Draco." She said laughing as she extended an arm to him, to help him up off the ground. "You're very graceful, has anyone ever told you that?" She continued on, playfully. She enjoyed getting along with Draco, he was funny and a blast to hang out with. She also realized that she hadn't laughed that hard in a while, at least not since Fred turned Ron's clothes into a dress at the start of last year. Draco had to admit, he had also had a great time. Hermione's wonderful, she's smart, funny, imaginative. Where she came up with half the things she's said and called me I will never know. And she really does look good in the pink underwear. Very sexy, I wonder why I never noticed before? But it's more than just her body that has me captivated. "Earth to Draco, what do you want to do now?" She asked as she used a drying spell on herself and then on Draco.
"Well, I'm hungry, and it's almost time for dinner, you can tell by the hunger crazed look in the first years' eyes. So, why don't we go get changed and I'll meet you outside the Great Hall for dinner." He suggested as he smiled at Hermione and walked off towards Gryffindor Tower to get changed.
Draco had finished getting ready and was about to turn the corner to the Great Hall when he heard shouting coming from what should be the empty transfigurations classroom. Being the curious guy that he is he had to figure out what it was about. He opened the door a crack to reveal Ginny and Harry in a very heated shouting match. "You are a blind jerk, I can't believe you are this thick. You put Crabbe and Goyle to shame." Ginny yelled, looking not all too happy to be stuck in a room with Harry, who was strategically blocking the only exit. Draco watched on in amazement as Ginny proceeded to belittle Harry for not realizing that she likes him, it was awfully comedic. He is worse than Crabbe and Goyle, and that's hard to do. Just then he felt it, the tension in the room, one of them, he was guessing Harry, was going to die or they would end up ripping each others clothing off and shag themselves senseless on the floor of the transfigurations classroom. That is not an image I want implanted in my head.
He watched in horror as Harry began to step closer to Ginny, Oh Merlin, they are going to shag. Harry was standing directly in front of Ginny now, looking up at her. The look in their eyes was something Draco had experienced back in his room with Hermione, he knew what was coming. I can't watch this he thought as he tore his eyes away to see Ron running down the hall. "Malfoy, have you seen Pansy anywhere, I can't find her." Draco was sure that the couple in the classroom heard this because as soon as Ron started to speak Draco heard a thud. He turned to look into the classroom to see that Harry had backed into a desk and they were both blushing like crazy. Ron's eyes followed Draco's into the classroom to see what was going on. "What are you two doing in an empty classroom together?" He yelled but was distracted from inflicting any harm on Harry when he saw Pansy run past him on her way to the Great Hall. Ron, forgetting all about them ran after her at top speed. "Pansy please wait, I'm so sorry, I'll do anything." He continued to yell after her as he turned the corner.
"You two are lucky." Draco said with distain in his voice and turned to corner to the already waiting Hermione. At seeing her he began to smile. He didn't know why or when it happened probably back in the bedroom but every time he saw her now he saw Hermione not himself with Hermione's mind in him.
The same went for her, though she wasn't entirely sure why that was; maybe it's all the time we've been spending together. "What took you so long?" She asked as she greeted him with a smile.
He contemplated telling her what he had just witnessed but felt that it wasn't his place to so he decided against it. What are you doing to me Hermione? I never cared before if it was any of my business or not. "I was detained longer than expected," He said as he linked arms with her and walked into the Great Hall. He wasn't entirely sure why he did it but it just felt right, and he felt an electric surge every time he touched her. It left him with a warm calming feeling that he couldn't explain.
I know that it's a strange place to leave you but dinner needs to be made and I wanted to post before this weekend. I hope that this makes up for the shortness of the last chapter.
Please read and respond. If you guys have any ideas for later on in the story I would love to hear them as I am making it up as I go along. What did you like most about this chapter?
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