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Gender Changing Toffees
Chapter Three: Diana's Dilemma
It was dark on the Quidditch pitch, save for a long figure on a broomstick. Draco Malfoy smiled blissfully and sped up his broom. The wind softly tossed his silky blonde hair about his face and his deep gray eyes shown with an amount of happiness that Draco had never felt before. The feel of the wind sliding past him, the smell of the damp dark night, and the blanket of dark around made him feel at peace. He was one with the world, at that moment. Suddenly his broom was roughly jerked. He turned around to see Harry Potter laughing mockingly behind him. I'll show you, thought Draco. He grabbed his wand, which he just now remembered to be holding. Before he could act however, a buldger hit him square in the chest. He teetered a bit on his broom. There was blood pouring from his wound. He stared at his chest in utter terror. Apparently the buldger had gone straight through him. And on the buldger, shiny and wet was a heart. A black and shriveled heart. Looking at it filled Draco with an unimaginable horrific realization. It was Draco's heart. It had been knocked out. He turned around, horrified. However, instead of seeing Harry's mocking face as he expected, he saw Hermione's. She laughed at him.
"Hey Pretty Boy. Like that?" She asked him. Draco tried to call out at her, tried to scream at her and hurt her like she had so obviously hurt him. But whenever he opened his mouth blood gushed from it, preventing him from saying anything. He closed his eyes to prevent tears of frustration from leaking from them. When he reopened them their scenery had shifted: they were now in the great hall. And Hermione stood before Draco like an ethereal angel. Her wavy brown hair hung loosely about her shoulders. Draco gasped. She seemed to be wearing some sort of white silk- she was wrapped delicately in it. If Draco had ever in his live seen anything more beautiful, he could not recall. Slowly he looked up into her face. Her lips were parted in a small smile as if to say "Surprised?" Draco wanted nothing more than to touch those delicate lips with his own. Then he gazed into her chocolate brown eyes. He felt a jolt of surprise. They were staring deep into his own. He felt breathless.
"H-Hermione?" he asked. The Angel nodded her head, and smiled. It was a perfect, beautiful, delicate smile that captivated Draco. The goddess beckoned for him to come to her. Like in a trance, Draco followed her. Their faces were now inches apart- he could feel her warm breath on his neck. She bent her head to his, and then the most wonderful thing happened. She brushed a kiss on his cheek. Her lips barely grazed his skin, but Draco nearly fainted. It was like having a butterfly land on your face. A gorgeous, un-humanlike butterfly. He clung to her, afraid that if he let go the world would cease to exist. Then-
Draco Malfoy groaned and set upright in his bed. He had a pounding headache and had just had the strangest dream. For a second it was there, vivid in his memory then… he lost it. He couldn't remember it at all. Only that he had been scared- then he had been deliriously happy. Draco wiped at his eyes groggily- only barely noticing that his lashes seemed longer than usual- and the dream was forever erased from his mind. Frowning slightly he laid back down and tried to go back to sleep. But sleep just wouldn't come to him. He felt very… queer. Almost as if someone had made his body disproportionate to itself. Not to mention his hair felt heavier. And…longer? No, definitely not. Draco sighed with frustration and sat up in bed. What time is it? He wondered. He frowned and stared at the alarm clock near his bed. It read 6:15 AM. Damnit it. Of all the bloody days to get up early he got up on a Saturday. Oh well. He did need to use the bathroom and he was sure that with it being so early, no one would be there. That was a consolation. What was it with his bladder anyways? Had it shrunken recently? Merlin, this really was his day, wasn't it? He sighed and heaved himself from the bed, nearly falling down as he did so. He shook his head in confusion. His balance seemed to be off. After a quick sleepy shrug of the shoulders he stopped to throw on a pair of slippers- the floor was freezing. Then after he fumbling around in the dark for a few minutes, Draco managed to locate the bathroom. He took out his wand and walked in gingerly. Sometimes the Slytherin's would use the place as a snogging hideout.
"Lumos" he murmured.
Light pooled into the room. Draco checked every corner before deciding it was clear. Not that he was a prude or anything but well… even Draco liked his privacy. He locked the door and lifted the toilet seat. Then pulled down his pants and proceeded to do his business as usual. Except, something wasn't usual. Not at all.
Draco's scream echoed through all of the hallways in Hogwarts.
"Bloody hell! What in the name of Merlin?" Something was seriously wrong here. VERY seriously wrong. Draco's eyes were roughly the size of tennis balls. There was nothing more shocking to a man to wake and discover… well, discover what just he had. Suddenly, acting on an impulse, Draco ran to the mirror. A small yelp escaped his lips. Instead of the usual reflection staring at him, a more feminine one had taken its place. His eyes widened. Long blonde wavy hair cascaded down to just an inch or two below his shoulders. A pair of frightened gray eyes stared back at him- They were the only familiar features on his face. Everything else was alien to him. Thick black eyelashes sprouted from his eyelids. And his skin- his flawless skin was smoother, and lighter. Draco paled. What in the world was going on? He felt his shirt. He had breasts! For the love of Merlin, someone better be playing a sick joke. What in the world was he supposed to do? Draco took a deep breath and thought it all over. Well, he supposed that the only rational thing would be to tell a teacher. And Snape was the only teacher he still trusted. So, that was it he thought with half disbelief. He would tell Snape.
Draco cursed under his breath as he headed for Snape's office. Due to his apparent lack of female clothes he was wearing an robe of Pansy's she left in his dorm a week or so ago. He hugged his chest angrily and picked up his pace. How could girls stand these 'things' ? They were bouncing all over the place! As if the trouble of his bouncing breasts wasn't enough, a few males whom were out for an early breakfast were starting to goggle at him. Draco glared at them and quickened his pace. He sighed with relief as he finally reached Snapes' office. After a deep breath he opened the professor's door.
Snape sat in his desk, like his did in class. A mountain of paperwork covered nearly the entire thing and Draco assumed that he was grading the tests from their last potion exam. Bracing himself for what was to come, Draco approached the messy desk.
"Hello? Professor Snape?" He/she asked. Snape glanced at him/her over his paperwork.
"What is it Miss…." he was obviously waiting for her to finish.
"Err….Malfoy, Sir." Draco feebly replied. Snape sneered in disbelief.
"What? Malfoy? Come closer and explain yourself girl!" Snape hissed. Draco flinched slightly and took another small hesitant step to Snape's desk. He didn't know where to begin.
"Um… its me, Malfoy. I err… I sort of woke up like this and I- uh… I don't know to do. I don't know what's happening. I went to the bathroom and…and I didn't know who else to tell!" he confessed to his shocked, and considerably pale teacher. Snape stared at him.
"If you really are Malfoy- as I suspect you are not- then, please tell me what you made on your past potions exam, and why." Draco shuffled his feet and turned a slight shade of scarlet.
"Um, an A+ because I successfully dropped an eye of Newt into Weasleys potion and ruined it-"
"That's enough." Snape said sharply. He stared at Draco curiously. There were no signs of an appearance charm having been done. And it certainly wasn't dark magic. Obviously he wasn't going to able to fix this. Whatever it was, it was beyond his expertise. There was only one thing he could do. With a small sigh he met Draco's eyes.
"Malfoy, I will be honest with you. I don't know what happened to you. And I certainly don't know how to fix it. But there is one thing I can think of for us to do. Dumbledore might be able to help-" At this Draco began to protest. But Snape held up his hand and Draco stood in a sullen silence. "As I was saying. Dumbledore is a very skilled wizard. And in this situation, the only person whom I think can help. You will follow me to his office and we will see then what has happened to you."
Draco sighed as Snape got up from his desk and beckoned Draco to follow him. He wondered if Dumbledore could actually help.
Draco bit his lip anxiously. What were they all talking about in there? He'd been waiting outside Dumbledore's office for at least an hour. He hoped that they were coming up with a solution. Suddenly the door opened inward, and Snape gestured him in. Hesitantly Draco stepped into the Headmaster's Office. Dumbledore sat at his desk, a slightly amused expression on his face.
"Have a seat Miss. - er - Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore said, gesturing to a chair very near to his own. Wincing slightly at being called "miss" Draco sat down and waited for Dumbledore to talk. He did not have to wait long.
"Mr.Malfoy, it comes to my understanding that you have… changed considerably overnight without the slightest idea of how you came to be in your present form. Is that true?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir." Draco replied promptly. The wizards on the walls of Dumbledore's office were pointing and snickering at him. He blushed a shade of crimson and stared at his shoes.
"You cannot think of a single thing that could have caused this?" He asked, his old eyes twinkling merrily. Draco rolled his eyes. He could not stand Dumbledore looking at him like that.
"If I did, I wouldn't be here, now would I?" he tartly told him. Snape glared at him from over Dumbledores shoulder for speaking to the headmaster in such a way, but Draco didn't care.
"Well, very fortunately for you, we do. I believe that you ate a toffee from a certain joke shop yesterday at Hogsmeade?" he inquired.
Draco sighed, wondering where this was going. Surely the toffee had nothing to do with it? "Yes. It was from the Weasels- er, Weasleys shop."
"Yes, I thought so. Well, Mr.Malfoy, you are in quite a predicament right now. As it happens that wasn't just any toffee. It was a Gender Changing Toffee. An experimental treat from Fred and George's shop. I'm sure you can imagine what it does to the eater." Dumbledore said, pausing for a moment to let the words sink into Draco. Draco was stunned. The Weasleys! How dare they, the mudblood loving, in-bred, stupid…he was at a loss of other words to call them. He glared at Dumbledore.
"You mean they did this to me? I want to kill them! And after I thought they were so nice, why when I get my-" Dumbledore cut the angry boy/girl off with a wave of his hand.
"Yes, yes. I'm sorry to say that they are just now working on the antidote. We don't know exactly how long this will take to make, and until we do we must make alternate arrangements for you. We are going tell the school that you have been enrolled into a foreign exchange program to Salem's School of Sorcery in America. You will pretend to be the person from that school. No one will know the difference. They will all think that Draco Malfoy has gone to America. Well, with one exception-" he paused as the door opened yet again and a slim, attractive brunette walked in.
"What was it you wanted to see me for Pro-" Hermione Granger broke off quickly as she noticed Draco. For a brief instant he thought he saw recognition spread across her face. But a second later it was gone and she had turned back to Dumbledore.
"Headmaster?" she asked. But before Dumbledore could answer Draco interrupted with his own question for Dumbledore.
"What is she doing here?" he asked angrily, pointing at Hermione. Hermione in turn looked very shocked, and slightly hurt.
"I'm sorry. Have I offended you?" she asked. Her eyes narrowed and Draco could see a spark of annoyance in her face.
"Yes, as a matter of a fact you have. Being in your mudblood presence is enough to offend anyone." he replied hotly. Hermione bit her lips to prevent herself from replying harshly to him. She took a deep breath. And when she opened her mouth and spoke it was in a calm voice.
"So you are one of them. Well then I hope I won't be in your presence any longer than necessary." She turned away from Draco and looked at Dumbledore expectantly. Draco meanwhile was baffled. She hardly flinched at him calling her a mudblood! Dumbledore took the moment to cough slightly to get their attention.
"Miss Granger, I would like to take the opportunity to introduce you to Mr. Malfoy." he gestured to Draco. "He has been quite rude to you and will apologize for that later. At the moment we have other things to deal with." he told her. Hermione stared open mouthed at Draco in disbelief.
"Sir?" she asked meekly. Dumbledore smiled and motioned for Hermione to have the seat next to Draco's. She paused to stare at Draco once more before setting down. As her back was turned, Draco took the opportunity to sign a very rude hand gesture behind her. Which although was unnoticed by Dumbledore, was certainly noticed by Snape. He narrowed his eyes at Draco in warning. Dumbledore smiled merrily at the two sullen teens.
"Ah yes. Well, I think I must explain. Draco has eaten a toffee that was more than it appeared to be. The toffee was bought at Fred and George Weasley's joke shop. It's desired effect was obviously to switch the consumer's gender. Hence why Mr. Malfoy here was changed into a female. Now this is where you come in Miss. Granger. Unfortunately, there is no known antidote to this spell. And since you have top marks in potions -and the reversal spell would obviously have to be a potion- we need your help. Severus here will not be able to assist you, as he has some rather important business to do for me. You, with the assistance of the Weasleys will work on the antidote. Now I'm sure your thinking about what we will do until then. Of course, Draco must go under an assumed identity. We have decided that he is to be a foreign exchange student from Salem's Sorcery School in America. He will undoubtedly, of course be under your control. He will be sorted into Gryffindor, as so he can stay with you. Now Miss. Granger you are to tell no one, by any means about this. Do you understand?"
Hermione, who looked shocked by the whole thing took a few short shallow breaths to calm herself then thought about the idea. "Yes, Sir."
"And Draco, since you will be spending your time with Miss. Granger-"
"Wait! Why do I have to be with her? Can't I be in Slytherin?" He protested. Dumbledore chuckled at him, infuriating Draco even more.
"Mr. Malfoy, that is out of the question. Putting you in Slytherin would leave you without a confidant. I am fully aware that you and Miss. Granger are not the best of friends. But she is a girl, and since she already knows about your situation we think it would be best for you to stay with her. We want as few people to know about this as we can. I am sure you don't want your father or any of your friends to know about your current form. Therefore, you have to be with Miss. Granger at all times. You will both share a dorm, as well as your house. Until the antidote is made, I'm afraid that will remain the case. Do you understand me?"
"Yes." Draco replied sulkily. Dumbledore smiled.
"Wonderful! Now, I think you shall be called Diana. Is that all right with you? It is a very respectable name as it is shared by the Roman Goddess of the moon and hunt. Now, as we speak your things, and new clothes have been moved to your dormitory with Miss. Granger. I would also like to ask that any questions you have about your 'condition' you may ask her about. Being a female, I'm sure she has the adequate answers." Dumbledore said. Draco and Hermione both nodded their heads dully, neither of them really believing that this was happening. Briefly Draco wondered what 'conditions' the Headmaster was talking about. Dumbledore dismissed the two with caution that this was all to be a secret, and Draco silently followed Hermione to their dorm. What a day. First I wake up with breasts, and now I'm following Little-Miss-Bitch herself to our dorm! Things can't get any worse, he thought miserably. But he was terribly wrong. Things could be much, much worse.