Chapter IV

Let's get the ball rolling!

"Hello Ron." Hermione greets sweetly as we approach her in the Great Hall. Her face darkens when she sees me at his side. At first I think she's about to lecture me for not showing up last night, but then I realize she has no idea who I am, and I'm just some girl following Ron around. It almost makes me laugh, but right now I've got to concentrate on convincing her that I am actually Harry.

"Hermione." I sigh, "It's a long story, so you've got to listen."

"She's...he's...Harry." Ron says, still in a daze. The robes that I'd yanked over my Hospital Gown still doesn't quite cover this cleavage I now have and I've been trying to cover it up for the last few minutes, as Ron is being very un-gentleman like. It makes me wonder if I'mthat pervy. Hermione simply blinks and looks into my eyes closely, perhaps scrutinizing the bright green that's staring back.

"Malfoy?" She asks, in a business fashion. I nearly fall over.

"Hermione, you can't be this good!" I say weakly.

"I'm not that good." She answers modestly, "I just saw Malfoy splitting his sides about something over there a few minutes ago when you and Ron came in." She looks at me closely, "I'm surprised at how thoroughly he's disguised you, Harry. Even your scar is gone."

"It is?" I squeal, and reach up to feel smooth, perfect skin.

"You make a very pretty girl." She says kindly. I can't help but blush. I even notice Fred and George looking over in interest and wonder if I should feel uncomfortable. In fact, I feel more confident already.

"Jealousy." Hermione continues archly, "Is such a petty thing..."

"You're going to be the laughing stock of the whole castle, Harry!" Ron tells me, none too sympathetic the bastard...

"Ronald, sometimes you have no imagination..." Hermione says, shaking her head. Ron shuffles from foot to foot and looks at the floor.

"What's the point of making him a whoopsie, then?" He mumbles grumpily.

"He could make me the laughing stock of the school for cursing my nose into a pumpkin or something," I tell him, "He said that he wanted to make me disappear..."

"But..." Ron blinks, "You're here."

"Well noticed, Ronald." Hermione says snipply, "We're going to have to go to Dumbledore to change you back; Malfoy wouldn't curse you with a spell that could be easily reversed. I don't think I've even heard of Gender Transformations...Professor McGonagoll never mentioned it."

"I don't want to change back." I say quickly. They stare at me, "Not because I like being a girl," I rush, feeling myself go red, "But if I want to get my own back on Malfoy-" A disapproving noise from Hermione, an interested one from Ron-"then I need to stay a girl."

"Harry..." Hermione says, her eyes wide, "You're not seriously saying..."

"I'm going to seduce Malfoy." I finish for her, a little loudly. A little first year looks up from her scrambled egg and I look away, blushing even more.

"Mate," Ron says, "If he recognized you when you walked in the Hall, then he's not going to fall for it if you put the moves on him. Actually, on the subject, do you haveany moves?"

"Hermione can always alterate my hair and eyes a little bit." I argue, ignoring his last question, "It's the perfect way to do it! You spread around that I've...gone on holiday, or I've got spaggergroit or something, and then I turn up as the new girl, go to sorting- the sorting hat wanted to put me in Slytherin the first time didn't it? I come onto Malfoy in the common room, start to flirt with him-"

"And totally piss off Pansy Parkison!" Hermione adds, starting to get excited.

"Yeah, and then just when he realizes he's fallen for me...I'll dump him, cold toad-guts style!" I finish smugly.

I watch them think, Ron chewing on his toast, Hermione stirring her cup of tea.

"It's brilliant." Ron says finally, a grin spreading across his face already.

"I can't wait to see that smug pug's face..." Hermione says, to herself I think, as she imagines Pansy's jealousy.

"Great." I say, feeling my adrenaline pick up, "So Hermione, you got any clothes I can borrow?"

She grins. "Of course."

When we leave together, we just so happen to pass through the doors with the bastard himself. When he catches sight of me, tears of mirth gather in his eyes and he can hardly contain his sniggers.

"Looking sexy, Potter." He says snidly. It's all I can do not to hit him.

"Jealousy," I reply loftily, "Is such a petty thing, Malfoy."

"Wow..." I whisper, as I twist an turn and see a girl copy my exact movements in the mirror. She's wearing a black skirt, with patterns of mauve and green flowers that touches her knees, a green silky top with no sleeves and a high neck and dainty silver shoes. Her shiny, chocolate brown hair has a nice fringe that falls just above her eyes. It's perfectly straight and falls past her shoulders. Her eyes are round, with delicate eyelashes, and the colour olive.

She's beautiful.

It takes a moment to realize that it's me, and I'm being completely big-headed...

But come on, I'm gorgeous!

"Very nice, Harry." Hermione beams, "Oh wait...you're going to need a new name."

"Already thought of one," I tell her, my eyes still fixed on the girl's, "Lottie Wandcharm."

Hermione snorted. "Wandcharm? That's obviously fake! I'll think of one for you...Lottie Walker?"

"Boring!" I scold, "I need a seductive name..."

"Lottie Carmichael?"

My snort of disgust tells her what I think.

"It's hard you know..." She says grumpily, "Lottie...Hemingway!"

"I'm sticking with Lottie Wandcharm!" I snap.

"What about just Lottie Charm?" She pleads.

"...That sounds ok. Lottie Charm...Yeah I can see that name being passed around the school." I say, impressed as I rub my nose, which is much smaller, a cute button nose. Even my jaw line is much more feminine. But that was from the curse, not Hermione's nice wandwork.

"Ok, Lottie." Hermione giggles, "You know, with your new hair and eyes you look wonderful. Malfoy ought to fall at your feet."

"It can't just be good looks though..." I muse, "I have to be...confident...rude...spiteful...and..."

"You could be rude to me?" Hermione suggested, "Call me mudblood in lessons?"

"Don't be stupid!" I almost yell, "I'd neverdo that, never!"

"I wouldn't mind, I know you wouldn't mean it..." She says meekly.

"Ron would definitely punch me." I counter. Hermione laughed.

"He wouldn't hit a girl!" She tells me.

"He would forget." I promise her.