Aiden's note… a.k.a A/N: okay, well I've gotta say that this is the biggest load of shite I've written so far, and I'm sowwy! But my bestfriend is on holiday and he is my source of inspiration and ideas… seconded only by you awesome readers and reviewers! :D
Although I guess this is simply (had to find a different word to merely.. I overkill that word so much) a fill in chapter, there for the sake of being there.
But hey, with this outta the way we're much closer to the good stuff ;)
Chapter 3.
Dumbledore first led them into a very beautiful lounge, complete with two black leather couches on either side of the room, a very extensive bookcase that Hermione would most certainly adore and very tasteful décor. There were two doors at the far end of the room that presumably led to their sleeping quarters.
"Now Mr Malfoy we cannot expect this offence to go without punishment. I believe a total of 150 points from slytherin shall and a month's detention shall suffice. Also I have notified your father off your actions. But be warned any more trouble and I shall be forced to take more severe action. As for you Esmerelda, your friends have been informed of your condition and there shall be an announcement tomorrow at breakfast. Also Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape are trying to concoct a remedy for your situation, until then you shall have to live life as a female," With that he bid them goodbye and left the room, taking with him all the forced politeness of the two teens.
"Okay look Malfoy; I don't like being forced to stay here with you, hell I don't even know why I'm here. So I'm going to warn you once, if you do anything to provoke me I will hurt you," Even Harry knew that sounded pretty lame, but as long as it had gotten her point across to Malfoy it didn't matter.
The Slytherin merely smirked in response.
"Well I know you'll hurt me, but your little incident in Potions tells me that maybe you do like being forced to stay here a little more than you let on," he sneered, savouring the slow red blush that crept up the Raven haired girl's throat, before disappearing into his bedroom.
"Shut up Malfoy," Esmerelda muttered fiercely.
The next five minutes crept by agonizingly slowly, until a certain violent thumping interrupted the tense silence of the room.
"Let me in you Malfoy! I know you're in there!" raged a very familiar voice.
"Ron?" Harry opened the door to see the startlingly red face of his best friend.
"What did that slimy snake do to you Harry," and then as though seeing him for the first time he repeated, "Harry?!" his eyes wide with confusion as he stared at Harry's newly acquired eh-em assets.
"Ronald what did I tell you about being so ru-" Hermione also stopped dead as she took in Harry's unexpected appearance.
Harry laughed sheepishly, before ushering her two best friends into the lounge.
"What happened to you mate?" Ron's wondering eyes were making her feel extremely uncomfortable, similar to how she had felt earlier in the hospital wing when Malfoy was 'eye-raping' her earlier.
"I thought Dumbledore explained everything,"
"Well no, he just said that you had experienced some unusual side effects due to two potions being mixed… I mean we'd never expected this, Ron thought you'd grown a third arm or something," Hermione all but whispered, the strange looks she kept sending her way making her feel as though she had grown a third arm.
Harry sighed for the umpteenth time that night and began to recount the whole tale to his curious friends.
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"Well I'm glad you punched that dirty son of a death-eater. Too bad you didn't cause more damage though," Ron said, sounding truly woeful, "So do we have to call you Esmerelda now?"
"Well, err, I don't really mind much, I mean just call me whatever you're comfortable with,"
"So…. Err, Esmerelda… what's it like having… y'know," Ron said making disturbing hand movements and staring at him expectantly, ignorant to the flaming shade of puce that was taking over Esmerelda's face.
"Ronald!" Hermione screamed swatting Ron round the head, appalled by her boyfriend's (yup they're together) sheer audacity.
"What, it was a fair point. Seriously, what's the point in being friends with a girl-boy if you can't take advantage of it?" Ron huffed glaring at Hermione. Esmerelda heard an amused chuckle from Malfoy's room and scowled.
"But to be honest mate, I don't actually understand why you have to live with Malfoy," Ron said, confusion entering his eyes yet again.
"Neither do I, but apparently Dumbledore thinks it would be a good 'bonding' experience or something," Esmerelda let out a groan of defeat.
"Bonding experience?" exclaimed Ron, sounding utterly scandalized, "It's not like he's a bloody veela, although looking at his stupid blonde hair and poncy features it wouldn't be hard to believe," Esmerelda chuckled at her friends red face, but was cut off by Hermione's annoyed tone.
"You may think it's stupid, Ronald, but I do believe Dumbledore may have a point. It is essential for Harry to learn how to bond with those outside of his house. Merlin knows it's time for this feud with Malfoy to end," Ron sat for a second, staring at his girlfriend in disbelief, before he exploded.
"Oh, so you're siding with that stuck up git then? How could you do this Hermione? You traitor! I wouldn't be surprised if you were sleeping with his as well-"
But Esmerelda didn't get to hear the rest of her friend's hysterical outburst, for Hermione was leading him out of the door with an apologetic look on her face.
"Sorry Har-Esmerelda. We'll see you at breakfast, okay?" she smiled sheepishly and left the room, leaving Esmerelda alone in silence yet again.
She sighed exaggeratedly and fell back onto the leather couch.
"I don't think your friends like me Potter,"
Esmerelda opened her eyes met Draco's own amused grey ones, merely an inch away.
She flinched as his breath misted her face, before leaping off the couch and running into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Hard.
'Stupid bloody female hormones! No, stupid bloody Malfoy and his dumbass potion.' she thought bitterly. 'Why me? Why the hell me?' she asked no one in particular. It was a question she'd asked so many times in her life, but compared to battling Voldemort and being the so called 'saviour of the wizarding world' this seemed to be one of the worst, most confusing situations she'd been through.
'I don't know how to be a bloody girl,' she whined inwardly, 'hell I've spent almost 17 years as a boy and I'm not prepared to stop now,'
She collapsed onto an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar body experiencing unfamiliar feelings and the mere (A/N: told you) exhaustion of it all had her out before her head hit the pillow.
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Well there you have it. I really don't like it, but maybe you have some different opinions?
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