Year Three


Harry was permitted once again to stay at Malfoy Manor over the summer. The Dursley's were only allowing it so they could go on holiday without Harry. Mr and Mrs. Malfoy would also be on holiday, Harry had overheard them saying that they were only going on holiday while Harry was at the manor because they couldn't stand to be in a tranny's presence after last summer. Harry was perfectly fine with it. He was ecstatic to have free roam of the Malfoy Manor with Draco.

The two boys had been threatened about what would happen if the Malfoys came back to the manor and found the place in disarray. They had nodded, and as soon as Draco's parents were out of the manors doors the two raced upstairs, giggling and tripping over themselves.

"We can stay up as late as we want!" Draco's face was flushed with a grin.

"We can have a pillow fight!" Harry threw a pillow at Draco to punctuate the statement, and Draco fell back on the bed laughing.

"Hey! You can't start without telling me!"

Soon the room was filled with giggles and shouts as a pillow fight broke out. Harry wasn't sure he has ever been this happy in his life. Eventually Harry flopped on his back, panting for breath. Draco laid beside him and gave him a big, pearly white grin.

"You surrender?"

Harry grinned and blew a piece of hair out of his face.

"You wish! I'm calling time out."

Draco sat up and brushed his hair back with long fingers.

"Splendid timing! The house elves should be done making supper right about now. I think they've prepared lamb."

Harry hopped up at the sound of food, mouth watering. "Race you downstairs!"

"Oh you're on Potter!"

And so the summer continued, with the two best friends horsing around the manor and filling the days with smiles and laughter. Draco always managed to keep a somewhat loose schedule in tact, and insisted that Harry take a shower every night and make the bed in the morning. One such morning, Harry had gotten out of bed, half asleep with his back aching and his stomach growling. Harry put his glasses on, and gasped when he saw the bed. Blood was on the sheets.

"Shit shit I'm dead! How do you get blood of sheets oh no-"

Draco, ever brilliant with timing, stuck his head in just then.

"Morning Harry! Breakfast is ready-"

Harry spun around, looking much like a deer in the headlights.

"Harry! You're bleeding are you- oh." Draco's eyes rested on the spot Harry was bleeding from and it seemed to click. "It's the thing girls get."

Harry cringed. "I'm sorry I didn't know- this is the first time it's happened just let me-"

"It's alright, I'll have the house elf clean it. And mum has some stuff in her bathroom that she uses whenever she bleeds. Come with me."

Harry was grateful for Draco's ever calm in sticky situations, and followed Draco to one of the largest bathrooms he'd seen. Discomfort and pain clung to Harry with each step he took. Draco handed Harry a bag.

"I'm pretty sure she puts these things in her underwear. I'll get you clean pair of trousers in a moment."

Harry nodded, carefully avoiding eye contact with Draco, who was looking at him in a strange way.

"Sometimes I forget you have girl parts. It's become more obvious but..."

Harry flinched when Draco rested a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"I know you're really a boy Harry. I've read about transgender people before, there's even a way to magically remove breasts! It's ingenious, really. But usually until wizards have enough money to get their breasts removed they use a muggle invention called binders. Would you like me to buy you one Harry?"

Harry's eyes welled up and he nodded.

"I'll find some place to buy one, don't you worry. Malfoy's always get what they want!" Draco gave Harry a kind smile. "Even if my parents think transgender people are unnatural, I'll always be your friend Harry. Mother and father always make people like you sound like monsters but that can't be the truth. You're transgender, and you're amazing!"

Harry couldn't hold back his tears any longer and enveloped Draco in a hug, whispering a thank you. Draco rubbed Harry's back.

"I'll be right back with some clean clothes Harry."

Harry was left in the bathroom, uncomfortable, aching, and wet. But despite that, Harry was happy. He knew he was extremely fortunate to have a friend like Draco Malfoy.

III

The rest of Harry's summer with Draco was pleasant. Draco had researched ways to help Harry through his period, such as giving him warm things to ease his cramp pain, and he always assured that the house elves would make chocolate based desserts for Harry. And, by the time the two were off to Hogwarts, Harry had a binder that made his chest convincingly flat.

While the two were at Hogwarts and Harry reached the unfortunate time of month again, Draco was always hyper aware of Harry. Draco would become even more fiercely protective over Harry, and always warned everyone away from initiating something as silly as a play fight with Harry. If even one person made a small jibe at Harry, Draco would give them a death glare. If looks could kill, half of the student body would be gone.

Towards the end of the year, when dread for the upcoming summer was settling in, Harry got something that made his hopes soar and then crash down. At the thought that he finally had a family member he could stay with and be safe with, Harry had lit up. But Harry's good spirits had crashed down when his godfather himself broke the news that Harry wouldn't be able to live with him for a while.

Harry had relayed the whole meeting with his godfather to Draco, who immediately has questions.

"Are you sure he's trust worthy Harry? He was in Azkaban. Maybe it's a good thing you can't stay with him yet."

Harry shook his head. "I don't think he's all bad Draco. He was framed for a crime he didn't commit, and my parents trusted him! Plus, he's dating Professor Lupin."

"Your godfather is a poof?"

Harry looked down. "Yeah I suppose. That's not so bad is it?"

Draco shrugged. "Maybe he's not all bad Harry. Only time will tell."

Harry was troubled by the way Draco treated his godfather being queer as a serious offense, but pushed the thought aside. His most pressing worries were the summer ahead. But he knew that he would be allowed to spend another week with Draco. At the very least, Harry finally had something to look forward to over the summer, for once in his life.


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