Something Went Wrong… Severely Wong!!

Chapter Four: I Feel Pretty!

I stare into the mirror, frown in place. I don't want to admit it… and I know, swearing over Merlin's blue balls that I'd refuse to admit it out loud but… I feel pretty…
I turn my body this way and that to examine the well rounded figure in the reflective glass.
No… scratch that… I look fucking HOT!! I would do me.
Pansy walks in and I glare at her through the mirror.
'Oh, come on, you'll have to stop that sooner or later!'
'Well, I choose later rather than sooner,' I stare back into the frame, 'also… is it really necessary to make me look like a slut?' She dumps herself on my bed.
'Hey, if you've got it flaunt it and Draco Malfoy my darling, boy! Do you got it!'
'Don't sound like a lesbian now will you.' I roll my eyes and face her, 'I still think that a short, flowy skirt with a fishnet short over a red singlet is a bit too… underdressed for a party,' I eye her.
'Oi, I think I look great! And so do you! Those skinny trousers look great and that shirt and vest just compliment the trousers! I don't see two sluts here,' she wraps her arm around my shoulders and points us towards the mirror, 'I just see two very fuckable chicks!'
I remove her arm, 'I'd rather not be fucked, I'm still Draco bloody Malfoy!'
'Whatever,' she rolls her eyes, 'come on! Time to go!' she swings her handbag over her shoulder, 'it's nine o'clock already! Everyone would be there by now.'
'So, what's this party about anyway?' I ask as we head towards the door.
'It's Dumbledore's idea for student body unity, or something like that,' she waves her hand in the air, rolling her eyes again.
'And it's in the room of Requirement?' she nods.
'All we gotta do is step back and forth three times and think "the party" alright?'
I nod.

o~O~o~O~o~O~o

The party, the party, the party.

The door appears and we step through together.
So far, Dumbledore's house unity plan is a big flop with the houses obviously split into the four corners of the room.
Pansy lifts her handbag, 'Alright, now that I'm here, let's get this unity thing started over a few dozen, million bottle of Fire Whiskey!'

o~O~o~O~o~O~o

I don't know how many bottles later but, I'm not sitting with Potter at the back of the room with shared disturbia as we watched Weasley and Granger suck face.
'So?' mumbles Harry and I turn to him… I mean her…
'So, what?' I ask.
'How's being a female doing for you?' I smile.
'I don't mind at aye!' I shift closer on the lounge, sloshing some of my drink down my front, 'opps!' we both giggle, 'anyway,' I flick hair behind my ear, 'I think I make a rather damn sexy girl, hmm?'
Wait… didn't I say something about not saying that? I donno… Oh, Potter's talking.
'Hmmm? What?' I blink, trying to focus on him, um… her… whatever…
'I was saying!' Harry rolls her eyes, 'that I find it absolutely!' she throws her arms about with full exaggeration, 'impossible to see you as attractive,' she hiccupped.
'Oh really?' I smirk and stand, spilling the rest of my drink, oh well! It's lost forever now!
I put my hands behind my neck, lifting my hair slightly to show off more skin and begin swaying my hips, 'still don't find me fucking hot, Potter?' I slur.
She responds with a fit of giggles and rolls off the couch; I help her up with great difficulty.
'If you're fucking hot, then I'm the greatest Quidditch player of the century!'
'Try saying that again while you're playing in a skirt Potter,' we have another wonderfully giddy fit and slam ourselves back into the couch.
'Why do we always fight?' asks Harry honestly.
''cause you secretly have the hots for me?' I smirk and she shoves me, 'watch the hair!' I touch it, probably doing more damage than she did.
'No, seriously,' she looks at me, her hands still holding my arms, I can barely feel her touch.
I shrug. 'how's this?' she blinks and I clear my throat, 'you're wearing a very nice dress tonight,' she smiles. 'Happy now? You got a bloody compliment from Draco fucking Malfoy!'
'very happy,' Harry whispers and closes her eyes, 'very, very happy,' she places her head on my shoulder, 'and very, very sleepy.'
'Then sleep!' I throw and arm in the air and she hits me.
'I can if you stop moving,' I look down at her face, just noticing that Harry isn't wearing glasses tonight.
'Very… very pretty… you're dress… is very pretty,' I whisper, feeling the weight of my own eyelids.
'Thank-you,' she whispers a smile graces her lips, 'Goodnight Draco,' I nod.
'Goodnight,' I repeat.

o~O~o~O~o~O~o

I wake up to the stench of vomit over-powering my nose and bolt into a sitting position, causing a groan from someone and what felt like a hammer smacking me in the head a few dozen times in five seconds.
'What did'ja do that for?' I look to my right to see a blurry-red-eyed Harry Potter groaning as the hangover starts to sink in.
'Potter?' she groans and pulls a face at me… and then her eyes bulge.
'Malfoy?'
'What were you doing… sleeping on me?' she touches her face slowly, rubbing at those dry, green eyes.
'Er… wha-?' I frown.
'YOU, sleeping on ME, what the fuck?' I raise my eyebrows.
'Mmm-donno… 'cause you let me?' I slouch into the lounge.
'Oh… okay…' my head begins to throb again, 'well, I… I think I'll be going now…'
'Mmhmm…' vocalized Harry.
'Um… bye,' I mumbled and he gives me a half-arsed wave.
I wobble my way towards the door, hand pressed to my forehead trying to remember the whole night and leaving a very pretty, well dressed Potter alone.

A/N
Oh, goodness me! Sorry, that took longer than I thought! _
Anyway, Chapter four if you didn't realize! Hope you like my drunken gender-bender boys!
I'll try my hardest to get the next chapter out of the way tonight!

.Mister Jackkkk. ^_^