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Gender Changing Toffees Chapter Four:

A day in the shoes of a woman

Draco Malfoy stared icily at the back of the slim brunette walking in front of him. Her wavy brown hair swished back and forth rapidly with her walk. He was furious. Of all the bloody people to put him with, why her? He was going to be sharing a dorm with a filthy little mudblood! And not just any mudblood. Granger. In Draco's eyes she was worse than all of the muggles in the world. People like her had no right to be in this school! He was still mentally bashing the young Gryffindor when he became aware that he was being watched. His head snapped back quickly to see who was staring at him. Behind him stood a group of Hufflepuff boys. They were all smiling and pointing in Draco's direction. Something had obviously caught their attention. The one nearest to the front of the group, a plump male who looked about in his 4th year, met Draco's eyes and winked. Draco gagged. He was being hit on by a Hufflepuff! He glared at the group of boys sighed a very rude hand gesture toward them. They just laughed at him and if Draco wasn't mistaken, he thought he hard a few whistles and an exclamation of "Feisty!" Just as he prepared to yell at them to get the bloody hell lost Hermione, whom he forgot was in front of him suddenly stopped and Draco walked right smack into her.

"Watch it mudblood!" he said angrily. But Hermione hadn't heard him. She was beaming and waving excitedly at two people who had just entered the great hall. Draco didn't even need to look closely to see who the pair was. He groaned. Of all the bloody people to see today! Why in Merlin's name did Potty and Weasel have to be here? He gritted his teeth as the two motioned for Hermione to join them at the Gryffindor table. Hermione seemed to pause and think about it. But after glancing dismissively at Draco, she decided to join them. As she started to walk over to their table Draco rolled his eyes. Should he go over there with her? He thought about it and decided that it just might be interesting. After all, Potty and Weasel had no idea who he was. He might be able to have some fun with that. With a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth he followed Hermione to the Gryffindor table. Once there he had the option of deciding to set. He didn't want to appear as if he was there by his free will, so he sat down next to Hermione so that he was at the end of the table. Harry looked as if he had just woken up- which he probably had- and said good morning to Hermione then savagely took a bite of sausage. Ron however seemed flustered and slightly annoyed and, Draco noticed, had not touched his toast.

"Where have you been all morning?" asked Ron, "We waited in the Common Room forever, but you never showed up." Annoyance flickered briefly across Hermione's' face but it was instantly gone. She smiled and grabbed a bagel.

"Dumbledore had some business he needed me to attend to. A new student needed to be showed around." she explained, casting a warning glance at Draco as if to remind him to keep his mouth shut. As if he needed reminding. She reached for the blueberry jam and started to smear it on her bagel. Draco felt his mouth begin to water. He hadn't eaten anything all day. After glancing at the table to see what all was left, he decided on three glazed doughnuts. Simple yet deliciously satisfying. He reached over and grabbed three and began munching on them. At that moment Harry and Ron noticed Hermione's companion.

"Who, her?" Harry asked without much interest. Hermione sighed and put down her uneaten bagel.

"Well, yes. Harry, Ron, meet Diana. She is a foreign exchange student from America. Dumbledore wanted me to show her around and get her acquainted with the school." she explained. Harry merely shrugged his shoulders. And helped himself to a plate of three waffles. Obviously he wasn't too enthusiastic about the new student. Ron however looked as if Christmas had just came early.

"Really? You don't say." he asked happily, "Where are you from?"

"Salem's School of Sorcery in America" he replied quickly. Thankfully he remembered the name. Ron grinned at him and winked.

"Ah, I hear that's a very good school. And the people there are certainly… something." he said, blushing at the last bit. Draco felt like rolling his eyes. He had hoped that this would a bit more entertaining. He looked over at Hermione to see if she was ready to go. He would have left on his own but he had no idea where the Gryffindor common room was and had no desire to get lost on the way there. Hermione was biting her lip, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation they were having. Draco wondered why. He had a feeling that it wasn't just because their cover story was being questioned. Ron however, didn't notice. He was to busy staring at Draco in a very odd way that made the Slytherin feel quite uncomfortable. And suddenly Draco realized why Hermione seemed to uncomfortable. Ron fancied him! Draco bit back the urge to retch. He was starting to feel seriously ill. Weasel has a crush on me,' he thought. With the thought came another urge to barf. He glanced quickly at Hermione to see what she made of the situation. He wasn't surprised to see her shooting daggers at Ron with her eyes. But of course Ron was too busy staring at Draco to notice. And suddenly a delightfully wicked idea came to Draco's mind. If Weasel had a thing for him he might as well make the best of it. Smiling shyly he held out his hand to Ron. The boy looked thunderstruck for a moment before he took it.

"It is lovely to meet you Ron, just lovely. You are a handsome boy, do you happen to have a girlfriend?" he cooed. Hermione's jaw dropped and she stared horrified at Draco. Ron blushed and glanced at Hermione.

"Well, err, uh, yes. I do." he said. And much to Hermione's annoyance, he didn't add that it was her. She gritted her teeth and mentally kicked Ron. Draco looked crestfallen.

"Oh. How unfortunate." he pouted. Ron smiled sloppily.

"Yeah. Uh- no. I mean no." he corrected himself. Only it was too late. Hermione by now had had more than enough of Draco's act. She narrowed her eyes and turned to Ron.

"Ronald, if you don't mind Diana and I have some very important business to attend to. We don't have time to set around and chit chat." she said briskly. She stood up and wiped invisible crumbs off her robe. Then she grabbed Draco's elbow roughly and began to pull him away.

"Goodbye Harry." she said. Harry looked up at her and muttered something that might have sounded like 'goodbye' had his mouth not been full of apple pie. Ron just stared at Hermione, confusion written all over his face. Apparently he had no idea that he had just pissed Hermione off. Draco smirked happily and watched Hermione march towards the grand staircase. After waving goodbye at Ron, and looking extremely disappointed as he did so, he followed Hermione. It took him a while to catch up to her and when he did she didn't even turn around. She just kept marching up the stairs. This was fine with Draco, as he wasn't in the mood for conversation at the moment anyways. They continued in silence.

Once the two were over halfway up the staircase Hermione suddenly turned around sharply and glared at Draco.

"What in the name of Merlin did you think you were doing back there Malfoy?" she asked angrily. Draco smirked and held up his innocently.

"I don't know what your talking about." he said.

Hermione put her hands on her hips and glared at him, "You know exactly what you were doing. Why you think you can get away with toying with Ron and me is beyond me. It is not only cruel but completely immature." Draco rolled his eyes and put down his hands.

"Oh like it's my fault that your prick of a boyfriend fancies me. God Granger, maybe he's just sick of dating a mudblood." He shouldn't have said that. Hermione's eyes blazed and she pulled back her hand and then brought it down across Draco's face with more force than he would have imagined of her. SMACK! Draco winced and held his hand to his face. She had slapped him three times in his life now! His eyes widened and his hand groped around for his wand. But before he could reach it Hermione grabbed his wrist and held it firmly. For a girl of her size she was surprisingly strong.

"Don't you ever say anything like that again, do you hear me? Let me tell you something ferret boy, if I ever catch you pulling another stunt like that, you will remain as a female for the rest of your life. I don't have to make that potion correctly, understand?" she asked. Draco was about to reply tartly when she cut him off.

"If you say or do one more thing to make me angry I am going to tell Dumbledore that I can't work on this problem of yours. So unless you want to have breasts for the rest of your life, you better listen to me." she warned. For a second Draco almost challenged her. But he knew when he had the lower hand. So instead he stared sullenly over her shoulder. He might as well keep his remaining tattered dignity intact. Hermione glared at him again and released his arm. Then she turned around and started back up the staircase. Draco rubbed his wrist and proceeded to follow her.

It wasn't long before they stopped in front of a very large portrait of a very fat lady. Draco couldn't help but smile. So this was the entrance to the Gryffindor's Common Room, he thought. The Slytherin's was much cleverer. As if reading his mind, the Fat Last glanced at Draco with obvious distaste. Then she turned her head and smiled at Hermione.

"Password?" she asked serenely.

"Gillyweed" Hermione answered promptly. The Fat Lady tilted her head and smiled once more. Then she waved her hand gracefully and swung inward. Hermione glanced at Draco quickly before entering the room. With a quick shrug of his shoulder, Draco stepped in behind her.

As he walked into the room Draco was expecting to dislike it immediately. But he was surprised to see that the common room was very much like the Slytherin one he was used to. There was a fireplace cackling merrily, a notice board for events, two couches each with a coffee table in front of them in front of the fireplaces, several squashy armchairs spaced out in the room, a few spare chairs, eight large windows, and four small tables in the room for homework and wizard chess. However the main thing he noticed was the brightness of it all. The curtains were a deep shade of red, as well as the carpet. There also were portraits of various witches and wizards hanging on the walls- most of whom were sleeping at the moment. In addition to all this decoration there were also several large banners hung up on the walls. Some were signs for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, some were advertisements for Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes, and some were congratulations on birthdays or achievements. All of which the Slytherin common room either had exactly, or something similar to it. The main differences were that the Gryffindor room had a high spacious ceiling, lots of red and gold decorations, and a homey feeling that made Draco instantly comfortable. It was also considerably warmer, since the Slytherin common room lay under the lake. Although a soul in the world would never be able to drag it from him, Draco liked it. During his scrutiny of the room he happened to glance at Hermione. She smiled grimly at him as he caught her eye and walked over to the fireplace nearest to him. She then faced him, turning her back on it so that she was being warmed from behind. She was obviously not enjoying the moment. Finally after a brief awkward silence she turned to Draco.

"It is part of my duty to show you around the common room and dormitory. So, if you will look to the right of you on the wall you will see a large notice board. This is where you will find upcoming events posted, advertisements for odds and ends to trade or buy, as well as things like Quidditch practice dates and birthday announcements. You may stay in here in the common room until twelve am on weekdays and two am on weekends. After that everyone must go back to their dormitories and sleep. Directly in front of you is a double staircase. The right half leads to the girls dormitories and the left half to the boys. You might also want to make a mental note that although girls are able to walk up the boys staircase, the boys are unable to go up the girls. The stairs are enchanted so that if a boy tries, he will find that the stairs collapse under him to form a long stone slide leading the bottom. It explains in Hogwarts; A History that Godric Gryffindor thought girls to be more trustworthy than boys, hence the fact that the boys staircase is not enchanted. So I highly suggest that you refrain from taking any young males up into our dormitory." She smirked at the last bit before continuing, "On another note, you will be sharing a dormitory with me, Lavender Brown, and Parvati Patil. If you find these arrangements unsuitable then I suggest that you go over the matter with Professor Mcgonagall. Any questions?" she finished. Draco was still burning from her comment about bringing a boy into the dorm and couldn't think up a decent retort. Hermione waited in his silence, and as soon as Draco thought of something to say, she had her back turned and had begun up the staircase.

"Then I suppose that the only thing left for me to do is to show you to the dormitory. Follow me, it's this way." She motioned up the right staircase and continued walking up it. Apparently she wasn't going to leave any time for conversation, which was just fine with Draco. After glancing once more at the common room he followed Hermione up the stairs.

It didn't take long before they reached the dormitory. Hermione opened the door and stepped inside. As with the common room, the room was circular. Four four-post beds were propped against the wall. Each one was draped in dark red curtains elegantly. They also all had a large wooden trunk at the foot of them as well as an ok cabinet to their right. Six windows let light pour into the room and onto the floor. Draco also noticed that although the floor was wood, there was a large square rug in the middle of the floor. Although it was dark red, in the center of it was an embroidered roaring lion. If you looked at it for a certain way long enough you could swear you saw it roar. Beneath it in charmed golden letters read "Sixth Year Girls Dormitory" as Draco bent to examine the letters he noticed many more about the edges. They were the written names of all of the girls who had ever stayed in the dorm. Some of the names Draco even recognized. There was 'Katie Bell' scribbled in gold near his right toe, and to the left of her… no. Draco couldn't believe it. But when he looked again, sure enough there was the name 'Minerva Mcgonagall' pinned in neat girlish handwriting. For some reason he had always pegged her to have been in Ravenclaw. But, thinking on it, he realized that she was the Gryffindor house head. So it made more sense for her to be in Gryffindor. But still, it was hard to imagine her as once being a young girl. Suddenly another name caught Draco's eye. It was written in neat cursive right by the lions right ear. It read 'Lilly Evans' Draco frowned. Where had he heard that name before? He thought maybe his father had mentioned her. Yes, that was it. She had opposed Voldemort so he had killed her. Personally as a matter of a fact. But then she had a different last name. There was something else… Draco couldn't remember. But she was important, he knew that. Shrugging his shoulders he stood up and glanced at the beds again. Which one was his? He looked over at Hermione- who was laying on her bed reading a book. He bet that she would know.

"Ahem" he coughed quietly to get her attention. Hermione just kept holding and reading her book. He tried louder.

"Ahem" he said. Hermione peaked at him over her book, obviously annoyed.

"I heard you the first time. What do you want?" she snapped. Draco pointed to the beds.

"Which is mine?" he asked. Hermione just rolled her eyes and pointed to the one next to hers on the left.

"The one with your name on the trunk." she replied sarcastically. And when Draco walked over to it he noticed that sure enough, his name was on the trunk. Well, Diana's name. And there was a letter on top of it. Draco picked up the folded parchment and opened it.

Miss Diana Albert,

In the chest at the foot of your bed are all of the schoolbooks that you will be needing this year as well as some other basic essential items. In the cabinet beside your bed are several Gryffindor robes, undergarments, blouses, skirts, and other clothing items. And on your bed lay three complete outfits, one of which you will need to wear to dinner tonight where you will be officially announced to the school. If you are missing anything or would like to have anything else do not hesitate to ask. You are also required to a meeting with me tomorrow morning at eight am. We will discuss your schedule and I will answer any questions that you might have. In the meantime I expect you to treat your roommates with utmost respect and kindness, as I am sure that will be how they treat you. I expect you to be in my office at exactly eight. As you well know, I do not permit tardiness. Any other questions you have you may as Miss. Granger.

-Minerva McGonagall

Professor of Transfiguration and Head of Gryffindor House

Draco sighed and put the letter down. He knew that there would have to be an official introduction, but he had hoped it wouldn't be so soon. He was not looking forward to it. With a heavy face he opened his chest and peered inside. As promised, there were a stack of schoolbooks in the far corner. The other things creeped Draco out. There were six different colored hair ribbons, a book titled Stylish Hairstyles for the Modern Witch, two dress robes, a hair brush, several hair clips, a makeup case, two necklaces, three pairs of earrings, a mirror, some scarves, and several other odds and ends. It made Draco want to barf. So much girlish stuff! And the thought that he might have to use it. Ugh. Draco closed the lid with disgust and checked out the cabinet and bed. They also had the promised items on them. From the bed Draco picked out the first outfit he saw. It was a black skirt, white blouse, robe, black shoes, pair of white socks, a white hair ribbon, a pair of lady's underwear, and a bra. He felt disgusted. After glancing at Hermione- who still had her nose buried in a schoolbook, he marched to the bathroom to put in his attire.

He emerged forty minutes later, slightly flushed and embarrassed. It had taken him ten minutes to put on the bloody bra! If you asked any Slytherin female they would tell you that Draco Malfoy was an expert at taking off and unhooking bras. But putting them on was a completely different task, one that he found confusing and frustrating. He felt himself being stared at and turned around to see Hermione looking at him, her eyes wide and a smile on her face. Apparently she had started her homework for she had a quill in her hand and a piece of parchment in her lap.

"What?" he asked annoyed. Hermione bit her lip and shook her head. She was trying hard not to laugh. Draco was furious, what was she laughing at?

"What is it?" he asked loudly and angrily. Hermione took several deep breaths to calm herself and pointed at Draco's shirt.

"You have your shirt inside out. And your skirt is backwards." she giggled. Draco glanced down at his front and sure enough, she was right. He scowled and turned around sharply, heading for the bathroom. He needed to use it anyways. Once there he did his business, fixed his clothes, and stared in the mirror. He still wasn't used to his features looking so feminine. He brushed his fingertips across his cheek, feeling the smooth tight skin. He grimaced. The face in the mirror grimaced back at him. He sighed and looked at his hair. He would never get used to this. His hair was a bloody mess. It hadn't been brushed since his change. Picking up a random brush he began to get out the knots. He must have been in there for a while because he soon heard a loud banging on the door.

"What do you want?" he asked. The person on the other side sighed in exasperation.

"I need to use the bloody bathroom, what do you think?" Hermione asked. Draco sat down the brush, opened up the door and stepped out.

"Fine. But be quick. If I'm going to have to be a girl then I'm going to look decent." he said. Hermione didn't even respond, she just slammed the door behind her. She came out a few minutes later holding the brush that Draco had been using.

"Malfoy, this is Lavender's brush. You cannot go around using other peoples things!" she preached. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Excuse me for not knowing the rules of women." he said sarcastically. He then walked over to his trunk and took out the brush, makeup, and book on hairstyles that were in there. Hermione had sat down to read but was watching him out of the corner of her eyes. She saw him walk into the bathroom and peer at himself in the mirror. He then opened up the book he brought with him and began brushing his hair furiously. He was yanking it so hard that she was sure he was pulling out some of his hair. Sighing she got up and walked to the bathroom. She leaned casually on the door and looked at him. He looked back at her through the reflection.

"Your not doing it right." she pointed out. Draco rolled his eyes and glared at her.

"Is that your way of offering to help?" he asked. To his surprise Hermione smiled.

"I can't stand things not done correctly. Is that your way of asking for help Malfoy?" she countered. Draco found himself actually smiling slightly at his one.

"Maybe." he replied.

"Well, them maybe I was offering to help." she said. The pair's eyes caught and Hermione chuckled. "Yes, I guess I can help you." she offered. Draco handed her the brush. Hermione took it and surveyed Draco's hair. He could not believe he was letting a filthy mudblood do his hair. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Your going to have to set down on the toilet." she said. Draco looked at her with a 'what the fudge' expression on his face.

"Why?" he asked. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Because I need to be higher up than you. Your too tall. And don't ask why, just do it." she snapped. Draco sighed and sat on the toilet. Hermione then attacked his locks with the brush. Draco felt his eyes water as she pulled his hair back. Ten minutes later Draco Malfoy looked cute and perky, his hair pulled back into a tight, classy french braid. He smirked at his reflection, thinking that he looked quite nice for a girl. But Hermione was frowning.

"What?" he asked. She grabbed the makeup bag and pointed for him to set on the counter.

"You still need makeup on." she said. Draco crossed his arms across his chest and stood where was.

"What makes you think that I want your help?" he asked snottily. "I don't need a mudblood to show me how to put on makeup. Good god Granger, you don't even wear it!" Hermione glared at him.

"So? That doesn't mean I don't know how to put it on. But if you are going to be like that then you can do it yourself." with that she marched out of the bathroom, leaving Draco alone with a bad of makeup and no idea how to wear it. Sighing at his stupidity, Draco opened the bag. Blush, mascara, lipstick, and lots of other things poured out of it and onto the counter. Draco thought about it and decided to go ahead and try to do it himself. After all, how hard could it be?

An hour and a half later, Draco knew exactly just how hard it would be. But he was pleased with the effect. He had decided to put on a little bit of blush, a tad of mascara, some eyeliner (not much) and some pink lip-gloss. Nothing else. And the effect was actually rather pleasing to look at.

Smiling, Draco left the bathroom and walked in the common room. Hermione was gone, probably to the library or to go snogging with Ron. So Draco had the place to himself. He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes. He decided that a little nap would be nice before the dinner. Sighing he pulled the quilt over himself and drifted off to sleep.

A/N-----So, what do you think? Good? Bad? Review! This chapter was difficult to write, as I didn't know where to stop or start. I almost added the dinner scene in here, but I decided to leave that for the next chapter. Anyways, thank's for reading! You've gotton this far, so why not send me a lovely review? Or one burning with flames from Hades. Either way, it would be much appreciated.