Episode 10

Surprise, Surprise

Harry watched as Draco glared at everyone in the room fussing over him. Harry smiled. In the space of thirty minutes after the transformation, Poppy and Frances had been assessing Draco's vital signs to make sure he was stable while Dr. Pell tried to say encouraging things. Harry frequently checked out Draco's new firm, perky breasts.

"Stop ogling my tits, pervert," growled Draco, though it now sounded like more a feminine purr instead. "And stop analysing my voice!"

Harry frowned at him. "How'd you-"

"It's all over your face, dimwit!" Draco looked irritated and Harry thought he had no reason to look that way.

"Stop being so pissy." Harry then turned his frown on Poppy. "How come he's already being moody? I know his period hasn't come yet."

Poppy opened her mouth when Draco loudly exclaimed, "You prick!"

"Something you're missing," gloated Harry snidely.

"Pussy."

"Hey, it's what you got. Gonna show me what you're made of?" Harry mockingly glanced at the area between Draco's legs.

Suddenly, Poppy flailed, but it was too late seeing as Draco already had his wand in his hand. Harry leaned far to the side but he still felt the spell scratch him.

"That'll teach you, Scarhead," Harry heard Draco say.

Harry's eyes were closed as he felt his glasses fall off his face. Then came the stinging, which happened to be over his eye. He carefully opened his eyes and saw a red pearl of liquid hang on the edge of an eyelash. When he investigated further with careful fingers, Harry discovered a shallow cut diagonally across his left eye.

"Bastard," he breathed, "you could've blinded me!"

Draco just shrugged and looked very unapologetic. "Serves you right," mumbled Draco lowly.

Harry wondered why he was always the one getting physically injured in the relationship. It irked the hell out of him. Hardly anything happened to Draco who had nearly flawless skin. It shone in its paleness like beautiful porcelain. The strangest thing though was that Draco didn't bruise easily. Harry knew this because he'd been trying to bruise the fucking smart arse for years. Bloody bastard.

Harry picked up his glasses and repaired them, while he scowled. He wasn't really worried about the scratch. He'd had worse.

"Stop behaving like children before I restrain you as such," said Poppy sharply, with an elaborate brandish of her wand. "Now make up or at least act civil."

Harry walked over and tried to give Draco a nasty smile. "Give me a hug, my sweet."

Truth be told, Harry couldn't hold on to his anger, it had already slipped away, the tendrils of his mind only catching the wisps. He really just wanted to hold Draco again, since he hadn't held Draco since he picked Draco up off the floor forty-five minutes ago. Okay, that wasn't a really long time ago, thought Harry. It made Harry feel a bit pathetic.

Draco grumbled something sarcastic under his breath as he pulled himself off the examination table. His thin heart shaped lips twitched only slightly, as he tried to give Harry his own nasty smile. It appeared as if Harry wasn't the only one whose anger had dissipated. Harry smiled happily.

Draco just rolled his eyes.

Merlin, how did I fall in love with such an arse?

They hugged and Harry wondered if Draco was somewhat feverish because he felt the heat through the cotton robe Draco had on. Harry was hyper aware of the breasts that pressed against his chest and Draco's noticeable height decline, Harry let one of his hands smooth down the newly formed curve in Draco's waist while the heel of his other hand rubbed up the arch of Draco's back. So different. He vaguely heard Poppy's voice in the background.

"….examination, Draco will probably menstruate soon. Afterwards, he'll be most fertile to impregnate…"

Harry almost moaned as he thought of Draco's belly swollen with his child. Their child. Ohh. Harry realised he'd once again experience the tight, slippery embrace of a vagina. Not to say he didn't love the cock-strangling feel of Draco's arse around him. But to be able to have both… Harry hoped he didn't get a hard on.

"…sure of your size, you need to purchase the proper garments of a woman, unless.."

Harry smoothed through Draco's much softer hair. Merlin, he'd love to pull on the soft hair in the throes of passion and really test its strength. To see it fanned out on jet-black pillows. To see Draco laid out on black silk, in black silk, so pale against the sheets. Standing out like stark beauty. Harry unknowingly tightened his hold on Draco.

"…all the time you need to tell your friends…"

Harry knew Ron and Hermione would totally spaz. It would be reasonable for Ron, since he was into that sort of thing. Spazzing. Hermione would probably just go over the dangers and precautions and blah, blah, blah. The only people Harry could see taking it the easiest were Ginny and Sunny. Ginny had always been about staying to true to yourself and following your heart. Do what you want, was usually always her motto. Sunny was always the family type of man. Harry could see them both in the near future barbecuing together. Harry smiled.

Everyone else could pretty much piss off. Especially Carlo and Delinda.

"…your sexuality may be questioned by your own self. Don't be afraid of too many changes… Draco?"

Harry paused in his thoughts and actually noticed that Draco was hyperventilating. He unwound his arms and stared down into Draco's pale, stricken face. Draco's bottom lip quivered as his red-rimmed eyes shone with tears.

And okay. Maybe Harry really should have thought before he said, "Draco, don't freak out."

Sharp grey eyes honed in on him with such intense, accusing anger, Harry almost stepped back.

"Don't freak out?" repeated Draco softly, as he jerked out of Harry's arms. Harry could already feel the disapproving eyes of the females in the room when he moved away from Draco's shaking, slender figure.

Draco was visibly angry. "Don't tell me not to freak out, Potter!" Oh no. He's using my surname. "I like cock! Only cock! I'm a man trapped in a woman's body. I'm a woman who's attracted to men! That practically makes me a heterosexual! I AIN'T STRAIGHT!"

Draco had shrilled the last sentence hysterically and Harry dumbly noted that Draco wasn't freaking out as much as having an internal breakdown, unable to reconcile with the situation of everything that comes with being a woman.

Draco now flailed his hands and shrilled incoherently. Tears fell down his face in streams and he couldn't even look at Harry. Harry thought maybe he should try to console him, and tried to do exactly that when the other women smacked him with glares.

Oh. Okay. Woman thing.

Harry slowly backed away and out the door. He turned around and closed the door behind him.

Deep breath.

Okay. Done.

Draco had turned into a weird girl.

Their promise had been broken.

Time for Harry's own private freak out.

-

Draco freaked out in a very big way. He vaguely heard Poppy trying to coax him into drinking a Calming potion, but he wasn't having any of it. He? Draco was still a he, right?

Draco froze and then let a wail of despair. Draco was sure his mind was male in all pronouns. However, his body… His? Draco let out another wail of despair.

Poppy came around and pressed a bottle to Draco's lips. Draco compressed his lips together. Fuck that. He wasn't having any of that. He? Damn it all! It was just all so frustrating! Draco was now pissed. It was all Harry's fault of course! Draco watched the Pell woman bat away Poppy's hands.

"Stop that," said the Pell woman, to Poppy irritably. Poppy stepped back, but gave her a glare for good measure. Pell turned back to Draco. "Draco, what's wrong?"

Draco scowled, but Pell just blinked back at him, all curious eyes and sunburn.

"What's wrong? What the fuck? Are you freaking serious?" Draco's voice had broken on the last word. He lifted a hand that trembled to his face to find that it was wet. What the hell? He hadn't even noticed he'd been crying.

Pell handed him a tissue. Draco took it feeling very depressed. Here he was, doing what he'd been dreaming for so many months finally and crying like a damn girl. Then again, he was a damn girl.

"Draco Malfoy get a fucking grip," snapped Draco, feeling a sharp pike of self-hate. He sniffled pathetically. Then blew his nose.

Draco started to laugh then. Silly him. Everyone in the wizarding world would practically kill to see him crying. Draco laughed more and more until he laughed hysterically. He looked around and saw that Poppy and Frances looked at him like he was mad. He laughed even harder. He laughed so hard he started choking. But then the choking turned into body wracking sobs. Draco's sobs exploded inside his chest and came out his mouth with such force, Draco thought his teeth should be rattling.

"Draco…" trailed off Poppy.

Draco's head snapped up, and darker blonde hair swung over his eyes. Who else was in the room? His eyes darted around the room, then looked in the shadows. No one should see him like this. Everyone was watching. He just knew it.

Draco held his wand in front of him. "Out. Everyone." Eyes big and round, Draco stared them all down.

Poppy looked as if she was about to speak, but Pell caught her eyes and shook her head. Poppy stared incredulously back before she glared and took herself and Frances out the room.

While Draco was distracted with watching Poppy and Frances leave, he'd forgotten about the Pell woman. Suddenly, he felt a strange calm settle over him. It felt like relaxation had lain down on his skin. He slowly turned around to see Pell with her arms crossed, a wand in one of her hands.

"I've cast a calming spell over you," she said, as she stuck her wand handle first into her front pocket so that the tip faced away from her body. "Sorry, about that. But it would've been hard to talk to you while you were hostile and undergoing one the effects of the transformation."

Draco merely raised an eyebrow serenely.

Pell mimicked the expression until she noticed he really didn't understand. She cleared her throat embarrassed.

"Erm. Well, you see…" Pell picked up a rickety stool and sat on it in front of Draco. He could see every pore and peeling bit of skin. He would've been disgusted, but she had good bone structure that made up for the bad skin.

"One of the first effects…" She stopped and cocked her head to the side analysing Draco. Her curly light brown hair was sun streaked. It was cute and Draco thought it suited her. Pell made up her mind and smiled. "How are you feeling, Draco?"

Draco ignored the artificial calm and every other layer of emotion until he found the true feeling. It wasn't easy. Draco just thought back to before the other emotions overlapped each other.

"Confused," he answered, blinking somewhat feeling the blanket of relaxation lift.

Pell nodded seriously. "It's normal. But the other side effects include several emotions swamping you immediately afterwards. Any questions, I'll answer them all, honestly." She carefully placed her hand on Draco's and smiled reassuringly. Her bottom lip looked as though it about to split. Draco smiled back.

"How do I refer myself as? A he or she?" Draco fidgeted, somewhat uncomfortable with asking for any kind of direction. But dire circumstances called for dire measures.

She pushed back a stray brown lock of hair. "Refer to yourself however you feel comfortable."

Draco thought about how he felt about that and decided he would keep referring to himself a man. It would be easiest. Besides, it wasn't like he was staying a female forever anyway.

"Should I change my personality? Should I act a role in front of people? I mean, how should I behave?"

Pell frowned a little, as if what Draco's barrage of questions were a little disconcerting. She bent forward and looked earnestly into Draco's eyes.

"Truthfully, Draco you should be however you are comfortable being, but…" She paused and looked thoughtful. "You should also not be afraid of the consequences of the choice you consciously made. What you're doing is a very joyous occasion and should be treated as such by you personally."

Draco grimaced. "What about everyone else?"

Pell sighed and squeezed his hands before removing them. "I know some people may not take this very well, but you will just have to deal with it. If they can't deal, they might as well not be around to begin with. You don't need any stress with your new transformation and your soon to be impregnation. You're already somewhat at higher risk than most women because, well, you were originally a man to begin with. So try to take it easy, kay?"

Draco nodded, but felt the anxiety of facing his co-workers wrap itself around his heart. He wrung his hands a little and let out a short hysterical laugh. His mother used to actually wring her hands when she was nervous or anxious about something.

"Draco?"

He lifted his head.

"Look, if you ever need to talk about something just call me or owl me, whatever." She waved her hand absently. "Okay?"

Draco swallowed and then nodded. Then he stopped.

"You own a cell phone?" he asked quizzically.

She tilted her head to the side and Draco saw a small sliver of creamy skin by her hairline not touched by the sun. It had a mild olive tinge to it. Draco didn't know what he was even looking so closely, just that it would distract him from the thought that he was actually cooperating with a psychiatrist.

"Didn't you know?" said Pell smiling benignly.

Draco blinked. "What?"

"I'm a Muggle-born."

Draco left eye twitched at the irony. A Muggle-born. He had detested them so much before the bloody war. His mental health was left in the hands of a Muggle-born. Oh, the irony. He let out another string of hysterical laughs.

Oh Lucius, if you could see your son now.

He was a woman, about to be impregnated by Harry Potter. He was also nice to Muggles. He was friends with Muggle-borns and being treated by one.

Draco laughed some more.

---

Harry sat down in a particularly comfortable chair in transformation room looking out the window. Snape was on the other side of the room fidgeting as though he'd rather be smoking. Sway was a little pale, but sweaty as she leaned against the wall staring at nothing in particular. Poppy and Frances sat beside Sway on a bench; Frances's face was blank while Poppy had a noticeable frowning expression.

Harry wondered about Draco. Sure, it had been a little crazy back there in the room, but Harry still had an urge to go back to check on Draco. He was actually pissed with himself that he had been so inconsiderate with his words. He never really put any real thought into how Draco would cope with the sudden transformation. That, and whether there were any after side effects. Truthfully, he just wanted to get to this point and he thought it was really selfish of him not to consider the afterwards and what Draco would have to go through.

The guilt was heavy in his stomach when Draco and Dr. Pell came out the room. Draco was now dressed in the clothes he came there in and Harry would see the bunching over places that curved in and stretching over things that weren't there previously. Harry knew that Draco wasn't particularly curvaceous but he wasn't straight up and down like a beanstalk. Everything about him now seemed slight, from his newly rounded hips to his eyes that had somehow become somewhat catlike in the transformation. Harry looked closer and saw Draco's eyes with a faint pink tinge to it. Guilt swelled over him again, heavy and implicating that Harry should've been there to support him.

However, despite how things ended the last time they saw each other, Draco's eyes lit up when they landed on Harry. Draco shuffled over to Harry, moving like he wasn't quite sure how his body moved. Upon closer inspection, Draco reminded Harry of Harry's more awkward years when his suddenly longer limbs were always in the way. Harry laughed thinking of this when Draco enveloped him in a warm hug.

"What's so funny?" asked Draco into Harry's neck.

Harry smiled against Draco's blond head, revelling in the fact that he was actually taller than Draco was. "Just a thought about the way you're moving." That started up a new fit of giggles.

Draco pulled back.

"Oh yeah?"

When Harry looked fully at Draco face, his laughter died on his lips. His boyfriend looked really exhausted. "Hey? You don't look so good." Harry trailed a finger over Draco's cheek.

Draco gave him a superior expression. "I always look good, you ponce."

Harry just smiled wryly. This is why I love him.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Okay, so I am just a bit knackered." Draco yawned and gave Harry a half-assed glare. "Don't you say a word, Potter."

"Mmm mmm." Harry motioned a zipper across his lips.

"One more thing," said Draco, as he jabbed a finger in Harry's chest. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to mention a woman's appearance unless you have good things to say about it?"

Harry just shrugged.

"Well, if you're done behaving like sappy, star crossed lovers, I think we should get a move on." Snape stared disgustedly at the both of them.

Harry just grinned and felt Draco press a matching smile into his neck. Poppy, Frances, Olimpi, and Pell just had adoring expressions.

"Honestly, it's like they're a couple from a bad Muggle soap opera," muttered Snape, turning away and leaving the room abruptly. "You're staying a few days for observation," he said louder. "Poppy, please show those dimwits to their quarters."

--

Ginny simply glanced at Hermione as she muttered and paced about the room. Ginny rolled her eyes and saw that Ron had wolfed down her breakfast. She would've protested, but she couldn't bring herself to care that much. She didn't feel all that hungry anyhow. Sunny concentrated on reading each article trying to find some sort of pattern.

Ginny cocked her head to the side to stare better at him. He still had pancake batter on his well-defined forearms and jam on his apron. He must've still planned on cooking since he put it back on. Ginny unknowingly smiled as she noticed that squinting thing he always did with his left eye when he was absorbed in something was currently in play. His hair was still tied back and messy, so when he went to comb his fingers through it, his fingers got snagged.

Sunny irritably shook his fingers free and pulled off the tie entirely. His hair came down swinging almost transparently covering one side of his face. Ginny saw how when the light hit it, the wisps of messy hair the top were dusty yellow and everything beneath was like a deep molten gold. Suddenly, pale blue eyes fastened on her and they contrasted with the golden glory surrounding them.

Ginny's mouth opened a little bit feeling dry and her heart slowed down within her. Sunny gave her a suggestive look and Ginny unconsciously put a hand to her collarbone, which Sunny had licked over not too long ago. She flushed slightly as she felt wet warmth bloom between her thighs.

Sunny dropped a slow wink and turned back to the articles with a slight smile that looked as though it would be there for a while.

Ginny finally took a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. Anger welled up in her as soon as she looked back at Sunny. I love Harry and none of your I'm-so-sexy routines is ever going to compete with Harry. Ginny straightened herself and told herself firmly that she loved Harry completely and that Sunny was really just a flimsy stand in. She was reassured with the thought when she was reminded of her plan.

"I'm going out for a bit," she announced, as she moved with a sudden urgency.

She had business to do and she didn't slow down to look at anyone as she left the room.

---

"I think I'm traumatised," muttered Ron, to Hermione whose cheeks were red.

Hermione cleared her throat a little. "They weren't doing anything."

Ron glared at her. "Hermione, the way they were looking at each other… They might as well have been shagging on the counter top."

"Ron!" Hermione cuffed him and looked skittishly at Sunny's occupied form.

"Well, it can't be all that good, now can it?" asked Ron.

"Um." Hermione fiddled her the hem of her shirt. "If we're to judge by looking at them…"

She stopped. Both Ron and Hermione looked at each other, faces tomato red.

They glanced in opposite directions.

---

"This is harassment!" shouted Delinda, to Carlo on her cell phone. "I'm getting flooded with bloody owls and fucking Tucan Sams! I've banished too many ghosts and had to put up stronger wards to keep unwelcome fucks of visitors out! Have you been speaking to people about our personal affairs?"

"Calm down," said Carlo, and Delinda could tell from his tone that he was rolling his eyes.

"Fucker," she huffed, but sat down anyway. "You can't tell me to calm down when I've been getting howlers and nonsense since the crack of dawn." She waved her hands figuratively though he couldn't see her.

"Delinda…"

"Don't start that shit, Carlo. It's bad enough you convinced me to do all…"

"All what? Look, you can't even say we fucked Harry and Draco over. I didn't convince you to do shit, Del. And you know it. Besides, you were the one who introduced me to that woman anyway. Plus, don't you think I've been getting fucking howlers and shit too?"

Delinda pursed her lips.

Carlo sighed over the line. "Look, okay. We just need to figure out what to do and what Harry and Draco are doing."

Delinda scoffed. "They won't want to talk to us."

"I know, but we have to try."

Delinda stilled for a moment. "You don't think they were the ones who leaked anything, do you?"

Carlo barked out a sharp laugh. "And make their selves look bad? I don't think so."

Delinda hummed in agreement and thought that Harry wouldn't be that vindictive. Harry was just too good hearted to be. Draco on the other hand though, well, he could be. He seemed like the spiteful type. Delinda can't imagine what Harry could've possibly seen in Draco. Harry was just… Everything. Everything Delinda could ever want in a man. She loved him hard and didn't like that fact Harry had been in love with someone else, unable to see how great he and her would be together. But now…

"Look, I'm going to contact the team's PR and see what they're saying, all right?"

"Yeah," she said distractedly, and hung up.

She loved Harry more than anyone else could. She just had to show him that.

---

"Potter, do you hear that?"

Harry was less than three percent in the Land of the Annoyingly Conscious and ninety-seven percent more in the Land of the Happily Asleep After Emotionally Draining Things. So all he could mostly say was, "Gurg."

"No, listen." A nudge. "Harry." Nudge. "Listen." A sharp jap of something pointy. Most likely an elbow or chin. "Wake up, damn you."

Harry growled deep in his throat and irritably lifted himself up slowly. "You know this whole thing with you as a woman isn't going so well."

Draco smacked him on his bare arm.

Harry pulled back with a wince, as he cautiously awaited any further Evil Waking Up Harry Some More Attacks. "Hell, at least as a guy if you had to wake me up, you had the good sense to wake me with a blowjob at least."

"I didn't think I always had to give you sexual favours in order to get your attention," scoffed Draco.

"Didn't you know? You're my sex slave. Obey me and go back to sleep. I promise lots of pleasurable waking as a reward." Harry tried to lie down again, only to have Draco poke his stomach. Hard.

"Get up. I hear things."

"Don't be such a damn girl."

"What?"

Harry wisely kept his mouth shut and listened. He was about to say that Draco was imagining things when he heard. Like a fluttery sound. He could hear it against the shudders.

"You hear it, right?"

"All right, yes, I hear it," conceded Harry, as he got up. "I'm a go check it out."

"My hero," said Draco sarcastically, from the bed.

Harry chose not to say anything. Though he really, badly wanted to.

He pressed his ear against the wooden shudders and heard the sound of something hitting it. Harry quietly summoned his wand into his hand and ran through all the curses and charms in his head. He flung the shudders open and was blinded by bright morning light when a bunch of somethings hit him full force in the face.

Then all Harry heard was Draco yelling and other voices and- Ow. Fuck. What is that? Something was burning his wand arm. Harry fought to stand but he kept sliding and blood was rushing in his ears. When Harry finally stood, he was glad over the years he'd learned to delay his panic. He looked down at his arm to see it swarming with fire ants; he quickly spelled those away and saw Draco beating off Spidders (noxious spiders). What shocked Harry more what that there were large grey patchy areas on Draco's skin and that all his hair had turned green.

What the hell?

Then the howlers. There was a lot of swears and Harry could see it was plain chaos in their room. He was about to yell for the others when they came bursting through the doors.

Snape looked shocked before he had looked at Harry in an 'you better have a good explanation for this' sort of way. Harry just really wanted someone to explain it to him. But they both turned back to the task at hand.

---

"Hey, Sharky." Cecilia appeared like a dark night inside the doorway, dark and tempting. "What's going on?"

"Huh?" said Sharky eloquently, momentarily stunned by her beauty again. "Oh, yeah. Very busy here. I'm sure you've heard things already, right?"

Cecilia gave him a sympathetic look and came over to rub his shoulders. "I came to see how you were holding up."

Sharky leaned into her embrace and looked up into her soft hazel eyes. He thought he was probably falling in love with her. It wasn't a bad thought.

"Thanks," he said unnecessarily. "I been getting owls and calls from everyone and their mothers. It's a bit overwhelming. So much so, that even Harry and Draco PRs stopped by frantic. I'm looking for the duo now."

"Oh." Sharky could tell by her tone that she had a frown on her face. "Where are they now? The public reps, I mean."

Sharky laughed shakily. "Oh yeah, they're in the private lounge hunched over hot cups of coffee having nervous breakdowns."

Cecilia stopped and crouched down in front of him. She looked very concerned and Sharky wondered what he ever did to deserve her. He was so lucky.

"How's the vice-pres taking it?"

Sharky groaned. Audrey didn't look good when he saw her. "She was stunned. Pale. She definitely wasn't all back flips and elated exclamations. More like she looked as though she was walking down a hallway lined with corpses and death."

"Wow."

"I know."

"Want me to get you something to drink and a snack?"

Sharky smiled at her mesmerised by her eyes once again. "I would love you for it." I actually kind of, sort of do now. You don't even have to do anything for me to love except be yourself.

Cecilia blinked and then smiled. "Kay, love."

When she got up and left, Sharky thought life couldn't be much better. Well, except the frenzy going on over the news articles. Sharky tried Draco's phone again hoping it wasn't off and unfortunately, it was. He already knew Harry didn't really believe in carrying around a cell phone. So. Moot point.

But that nurse, the pretty asian woman. Sharky started to find out a way to contact her.

---

Safely closed within the transformation room, Harry clutched a mildly winded, not-grey-skinned, not-green-haired, Draco to his side. Snape had faintly determined that something had happened over night that they weren't aware of. Sway had agreed snarkily with him and that started a mild row that thankfully, Poppy nipped in the bud.

"What have you two done now?" demanded Snape, straightening out his robes.

"What makes you think we did anything?" replied Harry indignantly.

Poppy sighed, "Severus…"

"Whom else could it possibly be about?"

"What about you?" said Draco, finally able to stand without clinging to Harry. "People know who you are too."

Yeah, Harry thought huffily. He was glad that Draco was on his side.

"But you're famous," said Snape triumphantly.

"And you're infamous," retorted Draco, as he gave Snape that beautiful patent eyebrow quirk.

Merlin.

"I love you," murmured Harry, right in Draco's ear.

Draco turned and mouthed it back. He sealed it with a kiss.

"Gah," Harry heard Snape say faintly. "You two can fuck later, I don't really care. But I do want to know what the bloody hell is going on."

Harry just smiled against Draco's lips.

"Hey, that's my mobile, everyone be quiet."

Harry looked up at Sway at to see her check the number and squint confused at it.

"Hallo?" She paused, puzzled for a moment before her features changed in hostility. "How dare you call me? I heard what you two tossers did to Harry and Draco! You've got a lot of bollocks calling me!"

Harry's expression was grim. Carlo or Delinda then. He thought that they might have something to do with it. Whatever 'it' was.

Sway paused. "Like they want to speak you! Don't fucking call here again." She snapped her cell shut and glared at it when it rung again. She looked as though she might ignore it again, when Harry reached for it. She gave him a glance and handed it over without saying anything.

"Can we hurrying this along? I imagine this place might be swarming with reporters soon enough." Snape paced restlessly.

"Shut up," said Sway, without even looking at him.

The last thing Harry heard was Snape sputter and everything else turned into background noise. He opened the phone and pressed the TALK button.

"What the fuck-"

"Holy - What's with the hostility man? I know everyone's running around like a hippogriff with its head cut off, but really."

Harry instantly drained of all anger and disbelievingly croaked, "Sharky?"

"Yeah-"

"What in the name of holy hell, heaven, and this hunk of rock we ridiculously call earth, is fucking going on?"

"Shit. You don't even know what's going on? Where's Draco? He has his cell off."

"Er-"

"Oh shit. I forgot. How you holding up?"

"No, no, no, we're back together."

"Really? That's great! I was hoping not to deal with a bitchy Draco when I just got my rock star girlfriend."

Harry laughed. "Well, actually-"

"What's going on, damn it?" said Draco loudly, in his ear.

Harry pulled away from the man. "Ouch. Fuck. I like my eardrums intact, thank you very fucking much, Draco, dear."

"Hey, is that Draco? Why's he sound like that?"

"Er…"

"Well?" enquired Draco, with his hands on his hips.

"Er?"

"Harry, who's that?" asked Sway.

"Um…"

"You three, touch this." Snape thrusted a plastic container at them and unthinkingly, they all did.

--

Ginny had to say that Polyjuice Potion was by far the most disgusting thing she had ever tasted. Not mention the process of her body changing was a bit painful and seriously all kinds of degrees of weird. But she had to go through with it all. I will have Harry Potter. He will be mine. These thoughts constantly reassured her throughout the day. She had to be patient or nothing would work.

She walked along the streets of Knockturn Alley, completely garbed like Madam W. Luckily, no one paid her any mind and she was even happier of that fact when she in fact got lost twice. However, when she finally found the bookstore Tarnished Tomes, she was hoping plenty of people would see her walk in. She walked around for a moment setting up the ruse of her window-shopping. She idly thought of what Sunny was doing and then banished the thought. Stop wondering about him you silly bint.

Ginny frowned and thought that lately she'd been seeing Sunny too much lately. Maybe if she decided to purchase another house somewhere else away from him, this ridiculous infatuation would go away. She had to do something; this little thing with Sunny was distracting her from her brilliant plans. To further prove that point, Ginny noticed that people, a lot more than she needed really, stared at her.

She stood and irritably brushed off their glances, boots loud against the cobblestone as she walked into the shop. It definitely was different from that other shop Borgin and Burkes. Nothing was on display in the dark, damp shop. Everything was stored in shiny black cabinets and in large trunks on the floor. The windows were always covered and were the only things dusty. The owner seemed to be anal about the cleanliness of his shop because practically every surface gleamed.

"Ahem," sounded the owner, and Ginny walked over there.

She smiled wryly every time her eyes landed on him. Even though the shop was spotless, the cleaner his self was greasy with matted down hair that was so dirty you couldn't tell what colour it was. The weak stuttering candle didn't make his yellow, red veined eyes look any better either.

"Back again Miss Waters?" he asked, as he eyed her suspiciously. As usual.

"Yes." Ginny pitched her voice close as she could to Madam W's. "I need to have a look at your older, darker collection."

"You've already perused that," he said.

"Your oldest and darkest collection," said Ginny, as she leaned forward placing down three stacks of galleons. Each stack had ten galleons.

"Oh…" the owner said, his eyes lit up.

"And your darkest objects-"

"I don't sell-"

"Your objects-"

"This is a bookshop-"

"All your objects," repeated Ginny undeterred, and placed two more stacks of galleons down on the counter.

He opened his mouth several times before he closed it completely shut when Ginny placed another stack of galleons down.

Finally, he bowed out. "This way, Madam."

Ginny just couldn't resist smirking.

---

"Yes, it's quite true," said the Madam sadly. "They're lovers. You see the photos."

Madam watched as Audrey's face changed from disbelief to sadness to anger. The Madam just watched emotionlessly as the woman began to pace.

"I didn't think it was true!" she burst out, suddenly. "To think that Kel knew all this bleeding time! How could I have been so foolish not to notice?" Audrey stared down at her fist full of news articles with pictures of Harry and Draco in compromising positions.

"Kel?" inquired the Madam.

"Draco's secretary." Audrey laughed bitterly. "I could always see the disgusting way Kel fawned all over him whenever Draco would walk by or speak to him. I told Kel to keep his perverted behaviour out of the office or I would fire him. He did tone it down, but I would always catch the mild lingering looks. Fucking faggot."

Madam glanced a little more than overwhelmed by the woman's vehemence. She thought Draco really should keep better tabs on whom he hired, if this was any indication of the kind of employees he had.

"I've had enough of being Draco's subordinate anyway. Besides, he's been neglecting the company anyway. I've been doing all the work while he's been shagging the fucking day away. I thought that we could become joint partners, but…"

She looked down at a paper whose headline Madam W. could clearly read. It said Malfoy Shows Potter Who's Boss. It then had a picture of them outside a mansion with Draco repeatedly jabbing Harry in his chest.

"Well, doesn't matter," she continued on dismissively. "I'm sure the employees will agree with me. We need a new president and Draco needs to spread his impurities elsewhere." With that, she walked out and Madam W. struggled to get out of her outfit and back into her disguise.

---

"You could've gave us a freaking warning," hissed Draco, furious.

Snape just shrugged. "Should've occurred to you before you touched what it could possibly be used for."

"I don't think you should be upsetting Draco right after the transformation," said Sway.

"Please, he's hardly fragile," scoffed Snape.

"What?" shrilled Draco.

"WILL YOU ALL SHUT IT!" bellowed Harry, as he glared at them all. "What Sharky? Huh? Slow down. Wait, you're breaking up. …Huh?"

"Wow. Time suspended for the incoherent Potter."

"Shush," growled Harry, at Snape. "Sh-Sharky? Yeah, I'm here. How? What's going on? …What?"

Harry only had a few seconds of warning when the cell phone heated up next to his ear before he pulled it away and it exploded. Harry had never been so glad to be half blind in his life when he grimly noted how many small, hot pieces of cell phone had clanged against his glasses.

"Wow. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" sneered Snape. "Your contagious stupidity has melted the phone. Draco, it would be my professional and personal opinion for you to flee while you still can."

Draco rolled his eyes. "The damage is already done, Severus," he said desolately.

Harry ignored them. "Sway, was this an explosive object?" He eyed the pieces of smouldering metal and plastic warily.

Sway looked a bit frightened herself. "No, but it wasn't a magically compatible mobile."

"I've seen Muggle products act screwy, but none have exploded like that just did." If my face were any nearer to that thing, they'd be picking metal and bits out of my face. Harry repressed a mild shudder.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," said Draco glibly, as he waved his hand. "What the hell is going on?"

Harry blinked. "Oh yeah. Sharky said something about chaos and that our PRs are looking for us. And he mentioned something about an Audrey? Who's that?"

"Nosey little thing aren't you, Potter?" Draco crossed his arms and then winced putting them back down at his sides. "She's the vice president."

"Oh."

"And?"

"And what?"

"That's all you've got to say?"

"That's all I heard! He was breaking up!"

Draco huffed.

Harry huffed back.

"You're finished taking pisses?" asked Sway.

They opened their mouths-

"Good. Now to the point, do either of you have your magically compatible phones on you?"

They shook their heads.

"Useless idiots," mumbled Snape.

Sway palmed her face. "Bugger, guys."

"Where are we anyway?" asked Draco.

"Lupin's," answered Snape.

Harry lit up. He hadn't seen Remus in ages. "Really?"

"He's out vacationing with others of his kind. So sorry you won't get to reunite with your beloved puppy."

"Fucker," muttered Harry, seething.

"Relax," murmured Draco hotly, in his ear making him turn to stare at him

Draco eyes are slit and they made heat shoot through Harry. Harry's hand twitched and he was about to reach for Draco when Frances made a loud exclamation.

"What?" said Harry dazed, and still looked at Draco who looked back with eyes pure melted quicksilver.

"I said, I have a phone!"

Draco instantly snapped out of it and walked over to her leaving him in the dust.

--

"I'm back!" called out Ginny. She hefted her bags in her hands.

"Good," said Sunny, and suddenly he appeared in front of her.

Before she could speak, Sunny wrapped her up in a warm hug and gave her a kiss that left her in a daze and made arousal swirl in her nether regions.

"I figured out the pattern in the articles."

"Oh yeah?" she replied a bit breathlessly. Merlin, what is wrong with me?

Sunny grin. "Yep. And Hermione and Ron have big announcement."

Ginny put her bags on the stairs and came into the kitchen with her hands on her hips. "Okay, what all this about an announcement?" asked Ginny.

Hermione looked at Ron. "Do you think maybe we should wait for a better time?" she said worriedly.

"No, we've been waiting for ages," groaned Ron exaggeratedly. "These years-"

"Years? It hasn't even been a year," said Ginny irritably.

Ron turned red. "Er… Right…"

Ginny paused to stare at him, then at Hermione who apparently found the swirls on her marble table the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Hang on a sec," said Sunny, suddenly. "I thought you two got in engaged this past fall?"

"Well, you see…" mumbled Ron nervously.

Ginny didn't even register moving until she'd already had Hermione's arm in her grasp.

"You lied to us?" she hissed, unable to believe Hermione would keep something like that from her.

Okay, so Ginny was currently kind of betraying her, but she had a really good reason. It would all even out in the end anyway. Plus, it wasn't in Hermione's nature to lie. Not to her friends.

"Well, technically we said we were engaged. Not that we had just got engaged." She then pulled her arm roughly from Ginny's grasp. "Besides, you weren't really around to discuss this with. If you were really concerned you would've known a while ago," she added coldly, her brown eyes flashed.

Then Ginny felt something she hadn't for a long while. Guilt. Ginny clasped both Hermione's hands though Hermione had stiffened and Sunny was in background murmuring in slightly hurt tone to Ron.

She looked earnestly into Hermione eyes. "I'm so sorry, Hermione. I didn't mean to shut you out like that, I was…" Hermione looked as though she were softening, but Ginny shook her head. She wouldn't give herself an easy out. "You know what? There's no excuse. You're my best mate and I totally ignored you for the longest time. I have to make that up to you somehow. I'm really sorry, Hermione."

Hermione smiled weakly. "All right. Apology accepted."

Ginny smiled and felt a strong sense of relief. "Thank you." She hugged her friend and couldn't believe she lasted this long without talking or hugging Hermione. "I missed you. I feel like such an idiot to only realise it now. I honestly don't know how you put up with Weaselys." She sniffled a little.

Hermione pulled back and smiled softly. Then her eyes flickered briefly to Ginny's brother. "I've had practice. But don't worry, Ginny. I'm just really glad we made up."

"Girls," muttered both heard Sunny and Ron, but they had smiles.

"We're going to tell mum that we need to start planning the wedding for early spring next year." Ron looked very excited though Ginny could tell he tried hard not to appear to be.

"Yeah, and Moll will definitely help us with the details," laughed Hermione.

"She certainly will," agreed Ginny, and felt a bit sappy, especially when Sunny put his arm around her waist. "But, I need to get ready first. I'll be only a little while."

"But you're already dressed," protested Sunny.

"I want to change," said Ginny, as she batted away his attempts to keep her from leaving.

"Hormones," said Ron, which made Hermione smack him.

"Too right," muttered Sunny, with a secret smile for Ginny.

Ginny rolled her eyes and went to hurry her brewing as she grabbed her purchases on the way.

---

"Have you seen these?"

Sharky looked up at Audrey and wondered where all the vehemence was coming from. But he only nodded.

"This type of thing-" She stopped and peered closer at him before she backed up in shock. "Merlin, you knew! You knew they were together!"

Sharky warily looked at her. "Well, I'm a very close friend to, Draco," he said carefully, gauging her reaction.

She stiffened and her lips were set in a line. "I see. Well, I can tell you, Valliant, that this isn't a good image for the company. I will have to take over Draco's responsibilities and I'm sure the rest of the staff will agree."

Sharky gaped at her, and his mouth was still hanging open when she left. What the hell? Then his cell phone rang. SEDRO, FRANCES, it displayed. What now?

-

Draco tried again, but they couldn't get a steady signal to Sharky. The connection kept dropping, but Draco had heard distinctive keywords. Chaos. Cover stories. Bad press. But mostly, get your ass here! Now! Basically, all hell had broken loose.

He huffed irritably when he tossed the useless cell phone back to Frances. He made his way into Lupin's sitting room and looked around. The area was full of shabby things, but it had a warming cosiness that Draco wished he didn't recognize. Soon he'd be an honorary Gryffindor.

The others behind him were talking but Draco ignored them. He saw two raggedy drapes that would be perfect to transfigure into suitable clothes. He made a mental note to ask Harry about financing the much needed remodelling there.

"What are you doing?" asked Snape, when Draco had his transfigured button up shirt and slacks.

Draco slipped the slacks on underneath his nightgown and turned his back to everyone to put on the shirt.

"I need to get to HQ quickly," said Draco, as he buttoned up the odd feeling shirt.

Draco could see everyone's muddy reflection in one of the dusty windows. He couldn't see Harry, but he could feel Harry's presence in the room.

"You should be resting," protested Poppy, looking alarmed.

"There's business I need to attend to," replied Draco briskly.

Harry's hand was suddenly warm on his arm. "I think you should rest. We can let things lie for a few days."

Draco turned around to frown at him. "It seems like it's important that I-" he broke off as a huge wave of exhaustion hit him.

"See?" murmured Harry, in Draco's ear, while Harry kept his arms around Draco to prevent the blond from swaying. "Besides, whatever's happening out there you most likely won't want to deal with it."

Draco hated to admit it (as he always did), but Harry was right. Draco would be bitchy at best if he tried to go to the office and deal with whatever shit storm that had brewed up overnight. Not that he didn't sometimes enjoy being bitchy to others, but with fatigue on top of it, Draco knew he wouldn't last.

He sighed and knew Harry wouldn't mistake that for anything else but defeat. Harry squeezed him a little tighter and Draco felt the caress of Harry's smile though he couldn't see it.

Being a girl was embarrassing, but what would be more embarrassing was if he was still a man. Sentimentality was mostly Harry's area, not Draco's.

"And anyway, I don't think you've taken a good look at your clothes," commented Harry, with far too much amusement for Draco not to take notice.

When Draco inquired about the state of his 'fucking fantastic and stylish clothes', Harry laughed and told him to examine how they fit. Harry carefully released Draco and he tugged his shirt there and his pants there. They fit strangely. Then he finally realised.

Harry laughed and had clearly seen the exact moment of Draco's realisation. Draco only swatted his arm.

"These clothes were made for a man, not woman." Draco put his hands on his and pouted a little. He probably looked ridiculous in his get-up. He almost wished for his original clothes he left behind, but then realised, they too, were made for a man. Custom made even to Draco's once manly form. "What a stupid thing of me," he muttered.

"You don't look foolish," said Harry, doing the weird, freaky 'I know what's going on in your head' thing. "Tomboyish, maybe, but not stupid or anything. Actually, it's kind of a turn on."

"Barbarians," mumbled Snape.

Always thinking with the lower head, thought Draco, as he tried not to smile.

"Hey, did you two have a good look at the articles that were swirling around us?" asked Sway, as she pushed back a blue-black tendril of hair.

Both Draco and Harry shook their heads.

"How could we with all the curses and hexes flying out of envelopes?" snapped Snape. "Whatever the hell you two that caused that, I want you two to fix it."

"Wait, don't you go snapping at them!" Sway's eyes narrowed at Snape.

"I can snap and say whatever I want when I'm getting cursed because of them!" He narrowed his eyes back at her.

Frances carefully picked up one of the tan papers that were in a pile on the shabby sofa. Draco watched as she gasped after she read over it briefly. Draco was over there in seconds and snatched the paper right out of her hand.

Trouble in Paradise? Potter and Malfoy Have a Row at a Muggle Mart!

The two were spotted having a very loud and public spat in a Muggle mart. Harry Potter, 22, seemed to have the upper hand on the much older Draco Malfoy, 26, who was practically hissing obscenities. It's obvious that Malfoy had lured poor, innocent Harry Potter into a romantic relationship and Harry is now regretting his choice of someone to love.

A witch, who asked for her identity not to be revealed, said she was there with her four young children when Malfoy repeatedly said words that were not intended for the soft ears of a child. She was horrified when one of her children repeated a few phrases that so carelessly left Malfoy's mouth in a family oriented environment. Malfoy, whose father, Lucius Malfoy, who died at the hands of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, is apparently heedless of his location and it's moral laws that usually go unsaid.

Shame on you Draco Malfoy.

Another thing witnesses, who wished to remain anonymous, say that Malfoy's behaviour is apparently rubbing off on the impressionable Harry Potter. There were a cluster of Muggle nuns in front of the mart and Harry said something extremely rude to them. Not to mention, Harry stepped toward them wearing a shirt that offended them and disrespected them. A woman claimed that Malfoy seemed to enjoy seeing the nun's frantic faces in the onslaught of obscene phrases on Harry Potter's person.

We here at Cliffe Notes know that if this fight is anything to go by, Harry Potter's deranged and shocking relationship with Ex-Death Eater Draco Malfoy, is soon coming to end. Where it should be. We here think if anyone deserved Harry Potter, it would be Terry Boot, with his various accomplishments and his present place at the top of the world. It's a lot better than the corruptive Draco Malfoy.

Draco felt anger bloom inside his chest and frowned at the photo of them clearly yelling at one another. He tried to remember what they had been arguing about and then suddenly remembered. It was about Carlo being invited to the party. He knew something was up, but Harry was sometimes a bit oblivious. Then Draco remembered the argument that followed afterwards at their house. He winced.

"Fuck," sweared Harry, right by his ear. Draco hadn't even noticed that Harry had stood beside him reading over his shoulder. "They got our ages wrong."

Draco nodded as well. "They also appear to love using negative pronouns to describe me every time my name is mentioned."

"You okay?"

Draco nodded. "It isn't like it's worse than right after the war and everyone discovered I was friends with you."

"Hmm." Harry wound his arms around Draco's waist and Draco noticed how it didn't feel any different than before he had a dip in his waist. It made him feel warm inside.

"Who took the picture?" asked Sway, as she looked over Draco shoulder from the other side.

Draco read Anonymously Submitted.

"God, Molly must be losing her mind," mumbled Harry.

"Molly Weasley loses her mind if someone catches a cold," said Snape dryly. "This, I think, might be making her go into seizures."

Draco and Harry glanced at each other.

"Maybe we should tell them first about everything before we go taking a few days break," said Harry.

Draco thought about it. He really didn't feel like seeing any of the weasels, but it would be probably best to tell them. He knew how when shit like this hit the fan they came crawling out the wood work like fucking termites.

"All right," conceded Draco. "But when we get there how are we gonna explain this?"

Harry snorted. "We'll just tell them we're having a baby."

Draco smiled as he leaned back into Harry. "Aww, you're being nice by letting me shock them with my sexy womanness. I hardly ever get to do that anymore. Thanks, Harry."

"Thought you'd like that." Then Harry kissed the back of his neck.

--

Ginny headed upstairs after she greeted her mother and father. Molly had been frantic about the several articles floating around and her father had only been mildly disconcerting.

Her mother and father were going to tell Bill, Fleur, Percy, and Charlie to come. She could really care less about her siblings and that excuse of a sister-in-law. However, she did actually care about her friendship with Hermione. Not only did she really like her as a person, it was also a clever way to get inside information. She wasn't stupid enough to think that Harry didn't sometimes only share certain things with Hermione and Ron. She knew they were his best friends and she was underneath Hermione and Ron in pecking order.

Ginny pulled out her instructions from her pocket that were underneath an article that said La Roux Recounts Encounter At Terry Boot's Party. Ginny glares at the picture of La Roux covered in food saying something silently but irritably. The woman talked out of her ass and of course, did not mention putting food on Ginny. Cunt.

Ginny balled the article up and read the instructions. This potion would make it appear that she was pregnant and her plan would be a definite success. But for the potion to work, she had to first take a serum that would make sure she wasn't pregnant first. But Ginny knew it would be negative anyway. She wasn't worried.

The instructions said to take the serum and after she waited five minutes, she would take a strand of her hair then dip it into the potion. Ginny had to wait two minutes after she took out the strand of hair to see the results. If it changed colour, you were pregnant. If it didn't, you weren't. It was like an alternative pregnancy test. She had no doubts her natural hair colour would shine through.

She had drunk the serum, glad that it was tasteless. She ran through the lines in her of what she would say to everyone and what she would say to Harry. Ginny couldn't wait, it was so, so near. So close. Harry and their family. At last. She that when the time for her to start showing came close she would be pretend to have a miscarriage under all the stress Sunny put on her. Harry would be furious and come to her rescue. Ginny hated to play on Harry's strong personality traits, but it was all for the security of their future together.

Draco, she thought giddily, is finally out of the picture. She was beyond relieved and elated that he's long gone. No one had been around to get them back together and Ginny knew that after a while, everything would cement in Harry's head. If something stayed a certain way for a time, Harry tended take it as it was the way things were. Ginny had no doubts no one bothered to try to reconcile. Harry was too hurt and Draco, the bastard, was too proud.

Ginny snickered as she plucked out a hair strand to dip it into the potion. She waited a few seconds for the potion to dry on the hair and then happily wrapped it around her finger. She then put away her things in her pocket, before she trounced back downstairs.

Most of everyone was there and even the sight of a hugely pregnant Fleur couldn't dampen her mood. It seemed the last ones to make an appearance were Charlie and Percy.

Sunny had looked up when she came down and smiled at her. She grinned back, mostly because of the plan. Wow, she thought. It's actually happening. She stepped over to him and sat down next to him at the dining table.

"Why are you so happy?" he asked, as he traced small intricate patterns on her thigh.

"Why do you think?" she asked back playfully.

His hand drifted over her stomach and then he said, "Oh." Then kissed her and Ginny felt the rush of a high she hadn't felt in a long time. He pulled back and then repeated, "Oh."

Ginny just kissed Sunny again while she thought, you fool. I'm happy for different reasons, but I'll let you think what you want for now.

"Oh Merlin," groaned Ron, somewhere in the room. "I've had enough of you two almost shagging everywhere today."

"Ron!" Then it sounded like someone, probably Ron, Ginny thought with a smile, got hit.

"Shut up, Ronald," her mother said. "Arthur, remember when we were newly wedded…"

"Oi! Mum, we'd rather not hear about that kind of stuff."

Ginny's head whirled around to see Fred and George set their bags down. "What are you doing here?" said Ginny, more sharply than intended.

"Well, don't jump out the window for joy that your brothers are here," said Fred, which Ginny knew it was because he was the more sarcastic one.

"Do think the reverse psychology would work with something like that?" stage whispered George, which elicited a chiding but amused cluck from her mother.

Ginny chuckled too and turned back to Sunny. Okay, so she had missed them. But just a little. It had been a while since the whole family had gotten together and though she told everyone she could she hated those days, the fact was she loved those days more than anything. She smiled fondly down at Sunny who still wore a grin.

"Hey, where'd you get purple string from?" asked Sunny curiously.

Ginny frowned a little. "What purple string?"

"There." He pointed.

Ginny looked down and saw nothing but her soft green robes. "Where?"

"No," he said, then grabbed her hand. "There."

Ginny stared. He had her pointer finger held up in her line of vision and wrapped around it…

"You know," said Sunny thoughtfully, "now that I look closer at it, it looks more like hair than string."

Ginny squeaked. She stood up and unwrapped the offending strand of hair to peer more closely at it. But no matter how she twisted it in her fingers, it remained the same colour all around, except for the edge that Ginny didn't dip. A strong wave of dizziness hit her and Sunny's strong arms came around her instantly.

"Eh? What wrong with Ginny?" asked one of the twins.

Ginny couldn't believe it. How? It couldn't be true, but she knew better. Her hair strand had been a nice dark purple. Not red at all.

More questions swirled around her and still stunned, she said, "I'm pregnant."

That was a mistake. Molly had been right there and began to cry. She enveloped Ginny in a hug babbling. The rest of her brothers sounded confused and she distantly heard Sunny trying to calm them down.

"Harry!" said Hermione loudly.

Ginny quickly struggled out her mother's grip to see everyone's head swivel towards the door. He was there, with someone else…

"Ginny's pregnant!" said Bill loudly.

"What!" said both Harry and the other person whose voice sounded very familiar.

"What're you doing here?" asked George.

Harry's momentary surprise changed into barely suppressed pride. "We're having a baby!"

Ginny's mouth gaped as she exclaimed, "What!" The person with Harry was a woman. Ginny glared.

Then Ron said, "Holy fuck."

Ginny peered more closely at Harry's companion and noticed how familiar she looked. Just like…

"Hello, Weaselbees," greeted Draco, with a little wave.

Ginny promptly fainted.