About a Girl

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Oh, and just for the record, this story takes place before HBP and DH.


And now, on with the show, ladies and gents....

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After a few minutes of lying on the chair, Draco slowly got up. His head had stopped spinning and he was feeling oddly at calm and at peace, as if the whole situation was normal and everyday.


This was ridiculous and mentally scarring yes, but it was happening. He was going to have to deal with it. Running around crying would only serve to make him appear more absurd, and if it was possible for anyone to behave dignified in this situation, it was him. Yes, he had had a few initial moments of slight panic and silly behavior, but he was a Malfoy. It would take far more than this to make him fall apart completely. He was gonna be a man, goddamnit and learn to accept being a woman!


And oddly enough, that statement even made sense in his head.


Slightly suspicious and surprised at the ease and speed with which he had ceased mourning for his manhood, Draco looked around the room to locate a mirror. Despite making such a fuss about his new body, he hadn't even fully examined it yet. All he had done was a quick looksee to confirm that the breasts and genitalia was attached in all the right places, and had barely gotten a glance of his new attributes. As twisted as these circumstances were, the old coot had had a point about this being a potential learning experience. Despite considering himself fairly well-versed with the female body, it was an entirely different matter to actually find out first hand what made them feel good. Once he got out of this fiasco, his reputation as being dynamite in the sack might reach the status of legend, if it wasn't already there.


Cheered by this prospect, he redoubled his mirror efforts. After finding one on the inside of a wardrobe, Draco cringed slightly. He should have expected that a raging tantrum wouldn't be a natural beauty enhancer. Yet despite the wild hair, flushed face, and puffy eyes, he could see that under normal conditions, he'd look fairly good. Draco wondered if this was a slight on his masculinity that he made such a pretty girl, and then chuckled slightly, realizing that was probably the least emasculating thing that had occurred today. Besides, he was gorgeous as a guy, was there any reason he would be plain as a girl?


He had expected basically a version of himself with longer hair, but the face that stared back at him was surprisingly different. His hair was still blond, but now a darker shade of honey, full of bouncy waves. Draco stroked it; it still felt rather soft and sleek. His eyes were a deeper shade of blue, not his usual silver. And his pure glowing white skin had been replaced by less pale, slightly freckled across the cheeks skin. It was different from what he expected, but in a way, he was pleased. Now it would be less obvious who he really is. And if he looked like himself, he would have probably resembled his mother, which would have made exploring his body an utterly traumatic and wrong situation.


Not that this situation could get any more wrong, but still.


Shaking his head slightly of that thought, his gaze wandered downwards. Pulling the baggy gown back slightly, so it clung tight around his body, Draco was rather impressed. Damn, he had an excellent body! He was slim, but still had a lovely figure, with breasts probably around a B cup, with softly rounded hips and a cute bum that most men would have the urge to squeeze. Although she wasn't his usual type, Draco had to admit that if he met this girl at a party or somewhere, he would have no trouble giving in to the urge to shag her senseless. Despite missing his manly bits, he supposed being stuck in this beautiful form would have some slight perks. A more in depth inspection was definately required, just not here in the Headmaster's office.


He hopped slightly and his breasts bounced higher than he expected them to. Jesus, they were like jello on springs! A blush suddenly crept up his cheeks as he realized they had probably been in danger of putting eyes out during his rant and that Dumbledore and Snape had probably noticed right away. Why hadn't they said something?


Did they enjoy it?


Despite the fact that they knew he was a man and that this wasn't really his body, he felt very uncomfortable with that thought, and decided he needed a bra as soon as possible.


Hmmm, yes, that would be tricky. This whole thing would be more complicated than he had thought.


Draco hopped again, causing one of the dead Headmaster potraits to let out a wolf whistle and leer at him.


"Hello there, Bouncy, why don't you come over here and shake 'em, hmmm?"


"Ugh," Draco made a face in disgust, and walked to the other side of the office, wrapping his arms around his chest tight as he did so. "Dirty old man."

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"Now, remember Ms. Granger, please be kind to Mr. Malfoy. Although the circumstances are indeed slightly humourous,this isn't an easy situation for him to be going through and he will need support, despite that he may say otherwise."


"Of course, Professor," Hermione replied, fighting back the mad urge to roll around on the floor laughing she had had ever since Dumbledore came to her and explained what had happened to Malfoy. The whole school had been buzzing with different theories about his condition, which had been quelled during dinner when the Headmaster had made an announcement that Malfoy was severely injured and would be spending a good deal of time at home until he recovered. Lavender and Parvati immediately started to soothe Neville, who had gone as white as chalk from the news, looking around wildly as though expecting Lucius Malfoy to appear in the Great Hall and hex him into oblivion.


Then Dumbledore had appeared at the Gryffindor table, and told Hermione that he needed her help in gathering Malfoy's belongings, and she followed him out of the Hall. On the way to his office he filled her in on the situation.


Hermione's first reaction had been to stare blankly at the Professor, whose eyes were twinkling madly despite his serious expression. The idea was ludicrous, and yet she could see no reason whatsoever why Dumbledore would make this up. So used to the concept of the old man being the paragon or truth and wisdom, the possibility that it was most likely true trinkled its way down into her brain. After a few seconds when no punch line had been uttered, a few undignified stammers managed to make their way from her open mouth.


"Heh....err....you're not kiddin-...Malfoy turned into a girl...oh my gods."


At which point peals of hysterical laughter had escaped her, and she stood clutching her sides and trying not to fall over.


Dumbledore waited patiently for a few moments, before clearing his throat repeatedly, causing Hermione to cough several times and do her best to regain control, despite small giggles escaping periodically. Embarrassed, she smoothed her hair and looked at the Headmaster, who didn't seem phazed by her reaction, but warned her to be more courteous to Malfoy's face.


A voice in a secret, little, dark spot in her brain urged her that this was her chance for revenge, she could finally vent her anger on the boy that had made her life hell for the past seven years, now was her chance to make him feel like a worthless piece of dirt. The insults he threw at her hadn't truly hurt for a few years now, but the wounds still stung in her memories. However, the bossier, louder, Head Girl voice won over, as she knew it would. She was the Head Girl, and couldn't do that to the Head Boy, as much as she longed to. And besides, what really would she be making fun of him for? For being a girl? By ridiculing him for that, she would in turn be mocking her own sex. Hermione had enough feminist spirit to be irritated by that thought, and silenced the voices. No, no, I shall be helpful to the Great White Ferret, and embrace him into our bond of womanhood.


But we're still going to mock him a little bit and make his life a mild purgatory, the small sneaky voice piped up.


Of course we are, Hermione mentally replied.



Dumbledore's voice broke through her slightly schizophrenic monologue and brought her back to the present.

"I must warn you that Mr. Malfoy's usual..."charms" will most likely be in full force due to his plight. His reaction to the matter was far from favorable. Despite this however, please be patient and help him adjust as much as possible. After all, as Head Girl and Head Boy, your cooperation is of best interest to the school."



His usual charms; knowing him, he was probably threatening to call his precious father, who would burn down Hogwarts for him so he could pee in the ashes. Malfoy made a fuss whenever the slightest aspect of his perfect, posh, pureblooded life was disrupted in any way, so he must have had the motherlode of all hissy-fits. Remembering his melodramatic antics when he injured his arm in third year, she wished she could have taken a picture of his face when he realized he had lost his dick.


It would have been something to treasure for decades, and to pass on to the grandkids.


"How exactly am I supposed to help him, sir?" she asked, tearing her thoughts away from this truly magnificent thought. "It's not as if I can change him back."


"I'll go over it in more detail in my office, but we need your cooperation to help him blend in as a transfer student, help him adjust to the school as a supposed new student, as well as get him accostomed to certain, shall we say, delicate aspects of the female condition."


Hermione was perplexed for a second for a second, until she looked up at Dumbledore and noticed he was blushing slightly. Then it hurt her like a punch to the gut:


Ferret-boy was going to have PMS.


Perhaps there was some sense of justice in this world after all.


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