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A/N: Well here's the next chapter!! I'm already about halfway through the next one. Stupid me thought I'd already uploaded this chappie!!!! How dumb was that? Then I read the last chappie on here and I was like, what! Where's the other chappie! lol Hpe you enjoy and don't forget to review!! xx

Monique paced the room. Shit, shit and double shit. Well that's goodbye Quidditch team. And I actually thought this would be easy. Change into a guy for a bit... prove James Potter, Sirius Black and the rest of those ignorant jackasses wrong… strike a chord for feminism… blah blah blah… change back into a girl and whooo hooo! I'm on the Quidditch team for good and I kick ass. Yeah, nice dreaming Monique. Well damn this. Damn Kiera. I give up.

"ARGH!" she screamed and grabbed the chalk pot from beside the blackboard and threw it at the wall.

"You can't give up," Monique jumped and turned to see Dumbledore stood in the room. Shit that dude is scary. God he must think I'm psychotic. And how can he tell what I'm thinking??? Oh yeah, occlumency, never did get that.

"Well everything's ruined," Monique said.

"I never thought you'd be a quitter," Dumbledore said.

"Yeah, that doesn't work on me. I don't care what anyone else thinks," Monique said.

"Well, if that is the case why do you want to quit?" Dumbledore asked, a smile playing on his face.

"Well I… um... it's… Fine," Monique said. "I won't quit."

"Good," Dumbledore said. He was smiling. God he's annoying. His smile widened. Ew, he's listening in again.

"In life there are misunderstandings and mishaps. We just have to learn to live with them," Dumbledore said. Yeah, try telling Sirius that. When I looked up he'd gone. Weird dude.

Monique was awake in the middle of the night. Or was it morning already? She didn't know. Thoughts were running through her mind like racing cars. I'm sooooo sick of feeling like this. Like feeling like the baddie. Like the evil stepmother. Only less evil. And innocent. The big game's tomorrow. I need sleep! I need sleeeeeeeeep! Just one more day Monique. One more day then you can take off these baggy clothes, stop having to shave your face and I'll have my lovely long hair again. Hopefully. I just have to win this time. And nothing. Not even Kiera doing a strip tease is going to distract me. I want to be a girl! I don't like being a guy! It's horrible. I don't remember things being this complicated when I was a girl. Maybe it's because I'm a girl pretending to be a guy. I wonder if other guys actually feel this complicated. I thought it was girls who over-analysed things. Wait! I am a girl! Ohmigod! I've forgotten I'm a girl! I really need to change back. And soon. And I need to get to sleep. Or I'll fall asleep on my broom and have to be a guy for another, like, month. God help us all!

"Malcolm get up," Remus was shaking her. "Get up! The game's today." Monique groaned and sat up.

"Oh crap it is isn't it?" she said.

"I don't think you could do much worse than last time," Remus said. "So I wouldn't worry."

"Thanks Remus, that really helped," Monique said, sarcasm dripping from her tongue.

"You're very welcome," Remus grinned. "See you at the stands." Monique got up, dressed and ran down to the Great Hall where she ate a piece of toast agitatedly.

"You'll be fine. Trust me, I've seen you practising and you're great. You're always great. Last time you just got distracted. Just focus and you'll win. Then you can be a girl and people will stop thinking we're going out," Lily said. She smiled. "And you should know, Kiera is spreading it around that you're dating."

"What?!" Monique snapped. Of all the days to choose. I do not need this right now!

"Just don't worry about it. I'm hushing it up and as if anyone would believe that tramp. You just concentrate on Quidditch. The only thing that matters is that we know the truth. And Sirius isn't taking her back so just go out there and pelt bludgers. Vent your anger," Lily said.

"Right, vent my anger," Monique repeated.

"I'll see you on the grounds," Lily said. "Good luck."

"Thanks, Lil," Monique said. She breathed. Vent anger. In. out. Breathe in. breathe out. Simple. Vent anger. The bludger is Keira's head. Yeah. That'll work. Just breathe.

Monique felt as if her heart was going to beat right out of her chest as she walked onto the pitch. The whole team was giving her the silent treatment but she couldn't care less. The only thing on her mind was the feeling of wearing a skirt again. And make up. And girly nights in with Lily. And being able to like Sirius without feeling gay and weird. Although she wasn't sure the weird feeling would og away. Not that she liked Sirius in that way. She had to start admitting that she did. But I don't!!!!!!!!

Once she was up in the air it didn't matter that the team wasn't speaking to her. She kept Lily's advice in mind. That bludger is Kiera's head! There's to your plastic surgery nose!!!! Whoops! There goes one of your eyeballs. She was pelting bludgers left, right and center. The crowd was cheering and balls were flying everywhere. But Monique was focussed. She had to stop being a guy!

James called a time out. He nodded at Monique to let her know she was doing well. She was aggravated by the fact he refused to talk to her.

"Ok team, we're all doing well. We just need to get the snitch soon and the game's in the bag," James said. Ok, time to get into girly mode with a girl insult. Monique strode up to the seeker, Paul Robins.

"If you don't find that snitch soon I swear to God I will rip your balls off and wear them as earrings," she spat. Well, that certainly felt good. He looked at her as if she'd gone mental and slowly walked away. She giggled to herself.

"Come on Mal!" James yelled. She saluted him and jumped onto her broom.

Monique was screaming so hard she was sure her voice box might just fly out of her mouth.

"GO ON PAUL! GO ON! GET THAT SNITCH!!!!" she screamed, waving her arms around like a maniac. The crowds erupted as Paul's fingertips grasped the tiny gold ball. His fingers closed around it and he lifted it triumphantly in the air. Monique let a wave of relief sweep over her. Then she began to feel strange. In just a few seconds Monique had grown back her long, lustrous dark hair. She squealed and clapped her hands. She zoomed down to the ground and began to do her signature victory dance.

"I'm a girl! Oh yeah! A-ha! I'm a girl! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Who's a girl? Meeeee!" she sang. The whole school watched, astounded at what had just happened. James zoomed down.

"Wait, you're a girl???" he said.