Little A/N thing: Okay then, here is chapter numero dos. Sorry if 'tis a big disappointment, but it was really to get the story flowing y'know? (:

Also I tried to make it longer than the first one, so I guess it tends to ramble on a little bit… (Or a lot, you be the judge)

But finally I hope you do enjoy this right here (:

Oh and I wanna thank those 8 reviewers :D

(yeah it's a small number) But without them I would've probably just thought screw this and mebbe deleted the story or something.. so thankyou you lovely peoples!

oh and there was some negative response for the name Emerald.

my friend chose it but i decided to take it out... sorry katie :S

and finally i'd liketo thank Prd2bAmerican18 for suggesting the name Esmerelda. (but sorry about stealing it..) ^.^"

so no more changes to this chapter.... whew!

Disclaimer: See previous chapter :P

And on with the story!

Chapter 2!

'Oh Jesus what have I done?' He thought, 'Is he dead… Am I a murderer? Oh crap, I can't go to Azkaban, Do you know what they do to people who look like me in Azkaban?!'

Beads of sweat poured down the usually composed Slytherin's forehead.

"Draco, you're really not listening to a word I'm saying are you?" Blaise asked, turning concerned eyes to his friend's ashen face.

"I… um, I'm just feeling kinda ill right now," He stuttered unconvincingly, "I think I might go to the hospital wing,"

"Okay, but make sure you're not gone too long, we seriously don't need another Pansy-Tantrum on our hands," The blonde merely smirked half heartedly before dashing from the dungeons. Blaise narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

'Weird' he thought, averting his attention back to what Millicent was saying.

-

Draco was standing outside the hospital wing doors for a while, waiting for his breathing to steady and preparing himself for the worst. Once he'd finally stopped hyperventilating he mustered up all the courage he could and pushed the oak door aside.

He had no idea what he'd been expecting but the sight that greeted him surely wasn't it.

"Ahh, Mr Malfoy. What a pleasure it is for you to join us this fine evening," said a clearly amused Dumbledore.

"Where's Potter," Draco replied, a tad sharper than he'd meant to.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and a smile played at the corner of his lips.

"He or rather she is over here," The headmaster replied, gesturing to the bed he was standing next to. Draco's eyes glanced at the figure curled up in the bed, before turning to glare at the clearly senile old man.

"No, no. I mean har . ry. Pot . ter." he punctuated every syllable with a pause.

"Now Mr Malfoy I know very well who you mean, there's no need to talk to me like I'm stupid. And this young lady here," he gestured again to the girl in the bed, "Is Harry Potter,"

Draco stood completely still for a moment, before turning to look at the sleeping girl. Now that he'd mentioned it she did look immensely like Potter. They had the same wild black hair, the same pearly pink lips and finally the same lightning bolt scar on her forehead.

"B-but… what hap-… how?" he finally gasped.

"Well Mr Malfoy I was hoping that you would have an explanation for that,"

Suddenly the blonde understood. Reluctantly he put his hands in his robes and retrieved the vial of 'Madame Cassandra's Female Hormone Potion'

"I'm assuming that vial- or what used to be in that vial- played a large role in Harry's transformation?" Draco numbly nodded his head, refusing to look Dumbledore in the eye.

"Well maybe you should explain this to Harry hmm?"

"What?" Draco exclaimed, maybe a little too loudly, for Harry was now rousing from her sleep.

She caught Draco's stony grey eyes with her own striking emerald ones and glared.

"Can this day get any better?" She mumbled sarcastically.

"Now Harry, there is no need to be hostile. I do believe Mr Malfoy has come here today to answer some of your questions," And with that the headmaster swept from the room, leaving a furious Harry (or Harriet would probably be more appropriate) and a very apprehensive Draco Malfoy.

'That bastard,' Draco thought, 'that cowardly bastard, leaving me here to face the wrath of one angry female Potter,'

"Well," Harry spat.

Draco groaned inwardly, before launching into an explanation.

-

For a moment Harry sat there, shell shocked, waiting for his words to sink in.

"Y-you mean it was you who did this to me?" she whispered angrily.

"Well yeah, but seriously it wasn't intentional. Besides I think you look a lot better as a girl," the Slytherin smirked, letting his eyes roam Harry's body.

Harry's humiliation quickly changed to fury as she felt his eyes devouring her.

"You fucking son of a bitch!" She screamed, lunging forward on the bed and grabbing a fistful of that pervert's pristine hair. "You fucking purposely made me like this so you could sit here and eye rape me, you sick freak!"

Instead of being offended by her attack Malfoy began to laugh.

"Eye rape, Potter? Is that a real term or did you just make that up?" She screamed in frustration, before pulling back an arm and smashing her fist into Draco's no longer amused face. The blow was so forceful it sent him sprawling to the floor.

"What the hell is your problem?" Malfoy gasped, clutching his bloody nose, "Is it your time of the month or something?" not finished her assault, she pounced from the bed and landed on top of a bleeding Malfoy, one knee on each side of his hips. She clutched another fistful of his hair and dragged his head up, so his mouth was level with her ear.

"Ever mock me about my gender again and I will kick your ass so hard-" but her threat was cut off by the sharp voice of Professor McGonagall.

"What are you two doing? Brawling like common ally cats, it's despicable," her appalled outburst was followed by the chuckle of Albus Dumbledore, who seemingly appeared from nowhere.

"I see you two are getting acquainted. Well now that Harry knows the full details of his predicament I believe there are a lot of changes we need to go over," Draco sighed with relief from beneath Harry and made a move to escape the wing, only to be stopped by the smiling headmaster. "Uh-uh Mr Malfoy, I believe some of these changes apply to you as well," Malfoy began to grumble some kind of response but stopped as he noticed Professor McGonagall's death glare directed in his direction.

"Let's move this party to my office then shall we, Severus shall be joining us in a short while," Albus announced cheerily, leading the group of affronted people down the corridor.

-

"No! You can't make me! I'm perfectly fine in my own dorm, with my own friends," Harry exclaimed, sending pleading looks Dumbledore's way.

"I'm sorry Harry, but my mind is made up. I simply can't allow you to share a dorm with four hormonal teenage boys, plus the only shower in your old dorm was communal. What kind of headmaster would I be if I carried on letting you live there?"

"A reasonable one?" she retorted under her breath.

"Which is why you and Mr Malfoy here will be sharing a group of rooms, complete with your own separate bathrooms and bedrooms, almost like a muggle apartment I believe?"

"Well that's all well and good, but why does she have to share it with me of all people?" Harry turned shocked eyes to the blonde as if only just noticing he was still there.

"Well you see yours and Harry's relationship leaves a lot to be desired, so I believe this could be a good bonding experience for both of you,"

Harry glared at the demented old man for the rest of the session, while he proceeded to explain her need of a new uniform. (Which Professor McGonagall had so kindly already provided).

"And finally Harry I do believe a new name is in order,"

"A-a new name?" she asked surprised.

"Indeed, was there anything that caught your fancy?" His twinkling blue eyes stared at her intently as she thought of a name.

"Esmerelda," Draco whispered, causing both the Professor and Harry to look his way.

"Esmerelda," Harry repeated as if testing the name. "Esmerelda Raven Potter," she said, ignoring the snort Professor Snape gave.

"It suits you," Draco whispered, and for a moment Harry/Esmerelda was going to smile at him, before she remembered he was the one who'd gotten her into this shit in the first place.

"Okay then Esmerelda, Draco, please follow me so I can show you your new rooms," With a mysterious smile he left the room, both boy and boy-turned-girl in toll.

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(Another) A/N: And there we have it…

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Okay yeah I will, but hey!

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