Even after Draco had explained his and Severus' strange chat, Severus' words kept bouncing about in his head.
How imperative was it really that Draco tell Harry? It had been a week and a half and still no sign of a cock or anything of the male variety. On the contrary, he'd started his period, proof that he was becoming MORE like a woman and not less. Of course he'd been repulsed by said occurrence, it was not very pleasant to wake up bleeding. And when Harry had taken him to the drugstore it had taken Draco a full twenty minutes to muster up the courage to go down the feminine products aisle. Tampons were much too scary so Draco had stuck with the pads…and though he couldn't have sex with Harry until his stupid period was over it was oddly reassuring…
Draco shook his head. That was not the point. The closer he and Harry became, the guiltier Draco felt for keeping something so big from him.
"You're so amazing," Harry said after dinner one day, brushing some hair out of Draco's eyes. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met but even if you looked like…well I don't know, my old Transfiguration teacher, I'd still think you were amazing."
"Really?" Draco asked, his voice full of hope. "Are you sure?"
"Of course," Harry said sincerely.
A tear escaped Draco's eye, damn it. It seemed that the side effect of breasts was being over emotional. "Then I have something to tell you."
"What is it honey?" Harry asked, severely concerned.
"I'm not who you think I am," Draco said slowly. "I'm not Darcy Spungen, I wasn't captured by Voldemort, I have no clue how big his cock was, Severus and I weren't allies in Voldemort's camp and I have absolutely no idea who Sid Vicious is!" And Draco burst out into full blown sobs.
"What?" Harry asked. "I don't understand. If you aren't Darcy Spungen, then who are you?"
"You know me."
"How could I know you?" Harry asked, his eyes soft and full of warmth. "How could I have seen you and not want to be with you on sight?" he asked, taking Draco's hand in his.
"Because you knew me as Draco Malfoy."
Harry immediately dropped Draco's hand. "Draco Malfoy?"
Draco nodded.
"Is this some of twisted joke?" Harry asked desperately. "Are all my friends hiding somewhere to make fun of me when I make an arse of myself?"
Draco shook his head.
"This can't be, you can't be Draco, you just can't-"
"We first met when we were both eleven at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. You were there with Hagrid and I told you he was a madman. When we were twelve, we challenged each other to a Wizard's Duel that I turned you in for, which was stupid since we both got detentions. When we were thirteen-"
"You're not joking are you?" Harry cut him off.
"No," Draco said resignedly. "But believe me, I love you!"
"You love me? How could you keep this from me? I trusted you, and you betrayed me-"
"We can still work this out," Draco said pleadingly. "We can, I know we can!"
"I'm not gay Malfoy!"
Harry calling him Malfoy hurt more than his dig about being gay. "Neither am I Harry," he said, making it a point to still call Harry by his given name. "And I'm still the girl you fell in love with, I'm still her-"
"Get out," Harry said venomously.
"Harry-"
"Get out!"
Glad that he was far enough away from the house to do so, Draco quietly Disapparated away