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Chapter four: Transfigurations

Draco couldn't focus on his lunch. "Soul mates" kept going over and over in his mind. 'No, it's impossible, since when was divination reliable anyway?' Draco smirked; he had nothing to worry about, right? Oh Merlin, what was he going to do? He dropped his head on the table to keep the room from spinning. The ability of eating had become futile. He couldn't look at it without his stomach turning. This wasn't butterflies, that was for sure.

The bell rang as Lavender grabbed his arm to haul him to their next class, completely oblivious to how Draco was feeling. They arrived in the large class room as a tall lean witch with her dark black hair tied tightly in a bun was writing the instruction on the black board of the transformation they would be learning that lesson. Lavender set herself down in a less graceful way than how Draco saw his mother. She patted the seat next to her for Draco to sit beside her. He absent mindedly sat down still lost in his own world. He hadn't even realized that Lavender was talking, but yet again she never knew when to shut up.

"Eve, hello Eve." Lavender poked Draco bringing him back down from the clouds.

"What?" replied Draco clearly annoyed.

"I was talking to you." Lavender responded sounding offended but Draco could care less. "Is everything alright with you?"

Draco didn't respond as his girl face was emotionless and blank.

"Attention please," Professor McGonagall's voice rang over the students. All the side conversations and gossiping had ceased as the lesson went on as it normally did. Draco did the incantation over and over again to turn his porcupine into a pincushion. For some reason he just couldn't.

"Please, Miss. Ankert, why don't you sit by Miss. Hermione Granger?" Professor McGonagall suggested to Draco, "She might be able to help you."

Professor McGonagall peered over her glasses towards Draco in that patronizing way that Draco hated. It made him feel like three which he detested. He also didn't like being near Hermione. It wasn't only because she was a mudblood for even if she was pure, he'd still hate little Miss Know-it-all. Hermione patted the seat next her invitingly. Draco let out a defeated sigh but was frozen in place when he saw who was sitting with her as well. It was Harry Potter. The boy he was trying to get out of his mind, or was it Eve's mind. Draco shook his head as he was afraid he was suffering from multiple personalities.

The act did not go unnoticed by Professor McGonagall, "Is there something wrong Miss. Ankert?" Her eyebrow raised in a questioning manner. Draco looked up at her and then looked back at Harry. Hermione seemed confused but decided to wait for Eve's final decision.

"No Professor." Draco replied. He walked slowly towards Hermione as he was looking around the room for an escape route. There was none. Draco started to panic as he looked desperately for anything that could get him out of this situation.

"Eve, are you okay?" asked Hermione, but it was too late. Draco had found his scapegoat. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Neville Longbottom's shoelaces had gotten tied together to each foot, causing him to trip. The cage of porcupines he was holding flew out of his hand and into the air. Unintentionally, on the porcupines' part, their sharp quills had shot around the room, striking many students. Others hid under desks as it was complete chaos. Draco was able to leap behind a desk before a quill was able to hit him. Everything happened all too fast. The room was completely under control but was now filled with the cries from the wounded. Professor McGonagall looked around shocked and mortified. She quickly dismissed the class and sent the wounded to the hospital wing.

"Miss. Ankert, please stay behind as I would like a word with you." Professor McGonagall said through clenched teeth and venomous green eyes.

-/-/-

"Harry!" yelled Hermione through the crowd as she pushed her way through the mass of people in the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey was throwing a fit with the amount of people in the informatory.

"Get out, all of you. Only the wounded can be in here!" she yelled. Hermione had finally made her way towards Harry and Ron. Ron had a porcupine quill stuck on his right arm and a few on his face. He grimaced from the pain as Harry tried to calm him down.

"I'm going to kill Neville the next time I see him!" yelled Ron, but then ceased as the quills on his face started to hurt.

"You two out." Madame Pomfrey pushed Harry and Hermione out. When the hospital doors closed, Hermione rounded on Harry.

"What did you do to Eve?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked confused. "I didn't do anything alright. Something just happened."

"What happened?" Hermione inquired, but Harry walked away trying to avoid the question. He didn't want to tell her.

-/-/-

Draco waited in the quiet empty classroom for Professor McGonagall. The only other person that was there was Argus Filch. Draco could hear him mumbling under his breath. He played with his hands nervously until Professor McGonagall had finally arrived. Draco thought his heart was going to stop when he heard the door slam open.

"Argus, would you be so kind as to give Miss. Ankert and I a moment alone?" she asked in a crisp tone while Argus reluctantly obliged. "Thank you."

Her heels clicked against the hard stone floors as she walked towards Draco. Draco held his breath as he thought he couldn't get into too much trouble. For all she knew he was just Eve, right? She made her way in front of him with her cheeks burning red with anger, her nostrils flared, and her green eyes blazing. If Draco hadn't already known her agnimagus form, he would've thought it was a dragon. She placed her hands on the desk of which Draco was sitting in as if restraining herself from strangling him right now.

She looked him squarely in the eyes as she spitefully said, "Mister Malfoy, if you ever try to pull something like that again, the punishments will be severe."

Draco's face read astonishment as to how she knew. She smiled almost wickedly as she stood up straight peering down at him.

"Yes Malfoy, I know. You are now in my house after all and wearing my old clothes."

Draco looked down humiliated at his dark olive velvet dress. To imagine his Professor younger wearing the dress was a disturbing thought to him. Minerva had a bemused look upon her face at Draco's reaction.

"Well Mr. Malfoy, I'm afraid that I cannot punish you now, but don't think you won't be reprimanded once you have changed back. You may go."

-/-/-

Later that day Professor Minerva McGonagall walked through the halls and into the dungeons. The only purpose she ever had being in the dungeons was to visit a certain Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. She was fuming as she didn't even bother to knock when she entered his office. The noise she had created, disturbed the dark serenity in which Professor Severus Snape had situated himself in.

She strode to his desk with fire in her eyes. This couldn't be good he thought. She slammed the desk with great ferocity causing Severus to jump slightly though Minerva paid no heed to it.

"Draco Malfoy has injured a great many of my students during transfiguration!" she yelled. Severus rolled his eyes whenever he heard the name of his sad pathetic god son.

"This is a serious matter Severus!" Minerva reprimanded as she thought the eye-roll was meant for her, "Now that Malfoy is a girl under a different name, he thinks he can get away with anything."

"Are you sure that's what he thinks?" interjected Severus as he stood up, challenging her might.

"Well what else could it be?" she shot back, "Unless the potion he made effects his hormones."

"Not completely, no."

"Then what are you trying to hint at Severus?" Minerva inquired, getting quite impatient.

"What I'm trying to ask is if Draco or Eve has had a certain interest in someone."

"Interest?" Minerva repeated.

"Yes interest, infatuation, crush, or whatever you would like to call it. Do you think he has one?"

"I'm not sure." Minerva admitted. Severus looked displeased but acknowledged her answer nonetheless.

An awkward silence had filled the room. Minerva waited for him to say something, but he remained speechless. Instead he was deep in thought about something as he stared off into the distance. His black eyes focusing on something else that had no relevance of why she was there. Finally she gained the courage to ask him the question that had been irritating her ever since he brought up the thought.

"What if Malfoy has an interest? Will he be willing to go back to his old life?"

Severus looked up at her as he was obviously thinking the same thing. "Do I look like I would know?" he snapped at her. Minerva being at her wits end decided to leave the dark man to himself as she started to leave his office.

"Make sure you talk to Malfoy about his behavior." She requested before she left the room, leaving Severus to his ponderings.

TBC…

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