About a Girl

Ok, so this is my first fic. I know that this idea has been done in other stories, but I hope that this turns out to be different, as you will hopefully see. Constructive criticism and reviews would be very very appreciated. And this is just the first chapter, I have a lot more coming with any luck!

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Draco woke up in the hospital wing with a throbbing headache, aching like he had been run over by the Hogwarts Express. His arms were weak and his hands slightly numb, making it difficult to sit up, but he managed as best he could. He tried to open his eyes, and suddenly realized his eyes were covered in bandages that he couldn't remove no matter how hard he tugged. Panicking, Draco ran his hands over his face and body. It seemed normal as far as he could tell, but that didn't mean much. Slightly relieved, he started to think. Why was he in here? The last thing he remembered was being in Potions class making a pain reliever potion, when that idiot Longbottom's cauldron suddenly exploded. Then...there was a flash of pain, and darkness. Draco seethed inwardly. If Longbottom had caused any permenant scarring, he would shove the boy's own toad up his ass.


Draco was distracted from thoughts of revenge when he heard footsteps approach, and a body settle down into the chair beside his bed.


"Ahh, Mr. Malfoy, you're finally awake," came the voice of Professor Dumbledore.


Spinning towards the direction of the voice, Draco looked up. "Sir, what is it, what happened, am I ok?" he asked, his voice coming out weaker and higher than usual, much to his embarrassment.


"You were burned quite severely. We were a bit concerned for a while, but now, yes everything is alright. Drink this potion, it will make you feel better. I imagine you feel quite stiff."


Taking the vial, Draco sipped it slowly, wondering why the Headmaster was there if everything was alright. Was he afraid that Draco might have his father take action against the witless wonder? He doubted it somehow. Dumbledore sounded immensely pleased; he could practically see his damn eyes twinkling through the bandages. He didn't know why, but over the years, he had come to associate this as a harbringer of trouble and irritation; the equivalent of wolves howling and lightening striking during a dark night. If Dumbledore was this happy, something was wrong, and this increased his fears tenfold.


Dumbledore continued, "Mr. Longbottom feels most upset for injuring you. He has been very concerned for your well-being, as have Mr. Goyle and Crabbe. They wanted to come in and visit you, but Madame Pomfrey decided that given your current state, it wouldn't be wise."


His body began to relax, and he could now lift his arms. And yet he was extremely apprehensive about inspecting himself, and uncovering his eyes. Call him a coward, but this was getting far too ominious and he didn't want to risk a freak-out in front of the Headmaster.


"Why are my eyes bandaged?" he said, noting his voice still resembled a pre-teen boy.


The professor cleared his throat. "Ahh yes, well we didn't want you to examine yourself until you were fully worked on. But I want you to know that it's nothing serious, and we shall do everything in our power to help restore you to your former...err...state."


Draco couldn't take it anymore. Dumbledore's irritating aura of mystery and blasted hints finally made him snap with tension and suspense and he ripped his bandages off. Glancing around, his gaze lit upon a small mirror on his bedside table, and he snatched it up. He stared into it for a few seconds, before making a sort of feeble groaning noise and slumping down on his pillows.

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"I'm a girl!!!!" Draco shrieked wildly. His voice had reached such a pitch, ever dog in the area must have been running towards him, and had he not been so enraged, he would have been embarrassed. He stormed about the Headmaster's office, hair flying, still in his hospital gown, while Dumbledore sat before the fire, grinning maniacally as though at a tea party, while Snape sat besides him, trying to contain his irritation.


"Obviously you are, Mr. Malfoy, so stop screeching like a deranged harpy and relax so we can figure this out!" Snape snapped. Since Draco was one of this favorite students, he was furious at Longbottom's unparalleled idiocy, and rather sympathetic on Draco's behalf, although he would never admit it. However, it was slightly humiliating to see one of his top Slytheins abandoning his usual cool, and throwing himself about like Moaning Myrtle.


Throwing himself down into a chair, Draco calmed down slightly, still huffing. He stroked his long hair, which was wavy, and felt strange to the touch, and snuck a peek down his hospital gown. He still couldn't believe this had happened to him. It was his last year, he had had five months before he left the school, which should have been relatively free, painless, and devoid of gender bending. But nooo, apparently there was such a concept of karma after all, and it was a bitch. And obviously a female, because no man, however cruel he may be, would part him from the appendage which made his life worth living. Draco tried to think back to whatever he must have done to deserve this, but even all of his misdeeds added together did not equal this kind of punishment.


Although he wasn't able to get a good look at himself, he couldnt definately tell that he had all the usual womanly equiment. Ordinarily he would have been thrilled to have a chance to get so close to the female anatomy, but this was totally different. He missed his body. He was a vain man, he admitted that, and spent quite a bit of time taking care of his physique. Women threw themselves at Draco if he so much as uncovered a wrist, and now, well they probably wouldn't even look twice. Except perhaps those on the larger, more masculine side, who had a preference for the same sex. He shivered at the thought.


"I can't go back to school like this!" Draco said. "I'll be killed!" Imagining what the Slytherins' reactions make him pale. And Potter....oh sweet Circe, Potter and the Weasel would destroy him.


"Calm yourself, my son," Dumbledore said, his voice filled with mirth. "We are not going to put you through such humiliation. Indeed, it would be hard to explain. But you should relax, you're acting like it's a disease. After all, a good percentage of the world are women, and we don't hear them screaming about it, do we?"


Draco bit his tongue to hold back the furious tirade he had been about to shout at the Headmaster. He should have known the old man would be simply overjoyed at seeing him in this condition and would be no help whatsoever. He probably hadn't had any use for his wrinkly old body for about several millenia and wanted everyone else to be just as miserable. Draco sighed, trying to steady his breathing and think things through.


"I'm going to work my hardest to try and fix this unholy mess," Snape said exasperatedly, rubbing his temples. Longbottom would be scrubbing cauldrons with his teeth when this was all over.


"You must continue your education, Mr. Malfoy, but under a different name. We shall say that you are a transfer student, and that Draco Malfoy was sent home due to his injuries and will be working on his studies from there."


Draco nodded, not really registering what the Headmaster was saying. At the moment his head was spinning slightly, and all he wanted to do was lie down so he could wake up, rejoyce in his penisy, testosteroness, skip down to breakfast, and forget this dream.


The old man got up. "I am going to go arrange all of these technicalities. We shall leave you here to rest for a while and get your bearings. I shall be back in a little bit. There are lemon drops in the top right hand drawer if you so wish."


Beaming, Dumbledore walked to the door, following by Snape. Before he closed the door, he winked, and remarked,"Think of this as an extracurricular learning experience."


Groaning, Draco slumped in the chair. This was so ridiculous, and horrible he nearly wanted to burst out laughing.


But he figured, if he started, he'd probably never stop.