Draco Malfoy and the Unusual Mission

Joe's Note: And now for the fun bits. Poor Draco really should have read some labels and done some research before tossing random things around in a potion's lab.

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     Draco opened his eyes and groaned as he took in the large amounts of white that surrounded him. He was in the hospital wing. Oh joy. He momentarily wondered how he'd ended up there before the accident in potions came back to him and he groaned again. The… whatever… meant to sabotage Potter's potion had fallen into his instead, causing the concoction to turn pink and explode in his face. And now he was here. Oh, and he probably still owed Slughorn a make-up session after dinner tonight. Unless he'd actually been unconscious for a day or more, in which case he had several classes of make-up work to do plus the potion he owed.

     Fan-fucking-tastic.

     Sitting up in bed, Draco ran through his usual post-disaster ritual. Wiggle the left arm. Check. Wiggle the right arm. Check. Left leg. Check. Left arm. Check. Okay, he could feel all his body parts, so he hadn't had anything blown off, melted off, or otherwise removed from his body. He could see, smell, and hear… so no deep damage to his face. Cosmetic damage could be repaired if one had enough money and his family definitely had enough money. Then he looked down and his mind came to a screeching halt.

     That was not his body. It wasn't. Couldn't be. His body was, while a bit on the lean side from a relatively posh life mixed with the occasional bit of quidditch practice, decidedly male. His body did not have rounded, feminine hips that made his pants feel too tight. Or, for that matter, breasts that caused noticeable bulges, pushing up against a shirt and jumper that had formerly been fitted to a flat, male chest.

     Half a mo. If he suddenly had girlish hips, breasts, and… Draco rolled to one side and looked back. Yes, his posterior was definitely larger and rounder than it had been. So if he had girl hips, a girl's butt, and breasts… rolling onto his back again and grabbing the waistband of his trousers, Draco peeked inside. Scratch that, something HAD been removed by the potion. Something terribly important to him at that.

     Rolling off the bed he was lying on, Draco grabbed his wand off the bedside table and padded over to one of the privacy dividers that had been set up to cordon him off from the hospital wing as a whole. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and blindly transfigured the plain white cloth into a reflective surface before opening them to take in the damage.

     Strangely enough, he didn't look that different. Well, apart from the obvious change from male to female and the new body parts that came with such a transformation. But he still had his grey eyes, blonde hair, and pale skin. His eyes actually looked bigger and a bit more expressive in this form, though, and his hair had lengthened during the change; now it brushed against the small of his back instead of the back of his neck like it had only a short time ago. And the potion had evidently retained its skin-clearing properties; he couldn't spot a single blemish anywhere on his visible skin.

     Moving on to the new body parts, Draco turned sideways so he could examine himself in the mirror-like surface. Merlin, was his ass actually that big now? Or was it the uniform pants? It looked like it was about to explode out of the grey slacks he was wearing… and felt like it every time he did so much as breath, too. There was a similarly stretched sensation across his chest, where his breasts strained at his uniform top.

     Draco wasn't quite sure what size they were; his experience was limited to peeking at the tags on Pansy's bras, but he was roughly her size give or take a tad. Handfuls at any rate. Hmm. He turned to face the divider and then pivoted once more to stare at his profile again. He actually looked pretty damn hot like this.

     That was probably part of why he was taking this so well. He'd suspected for a while that he wasn't particularly interested in witches, but the pressure from his father after the Yule Ball in fourth year to grow closer to Pansy and begin cementing things with his future wife had just made it all the more evident. Especially when they'd ventured into the realm of physical pleasure in the latter half of last year. Realizing the problems it would cause for his family and therefore future plans and wealth, Draco had kept his interest in other wizards silent. After all, he could always encourage Pansy to take a pet on the side after they were married and do the same.

     Now he didn't have to worry about impending nuptials, how the wizarding world would react to his interest in boys, or how other boys would react to his interest in them. Draco grinned, rubbing his now small and feminine hands together. Pansy definitely wouldn't want him like this, it'd be scandalous if the Malfoy heiress DIDN'T show interest in wizards, and while there might be some initial discomfort from her peers because they'd known her as a boy… well, she was bloody hot. They'd get over it.

     Then something else occurred to Draco that made him feel a curiously girlish urge to squeal and clap. He didn't even know what he'd dropped into that potion and if it was an already-cut portion of a larger plant or animal, he might not even recognize it well enough to point it out to the professor. So he had no clue what he'd done to turn his simple skin-clearing potion into a transgendering one, and figuring it out would be a trial in and of itself. With all the possible combinations, baring a miracle, they had no way to fix this.

     "Hah. Take that, father! I found a way out of that damnable marriage contract and there's nothing you can do about it!" Oh nice; the change was so thorough that he even SOUNDED like a girl now, all soft and higher-pitched than his regular voice. "Victory is mine!"

     "You certainly seem satisfied with yourself." The new voice made Draco jump and twist to face the interloper, a hex already on his lips and just begging to be unleashed on… Loony Lovegood? "Hullo, Not-Quite-The-Same-Draco Malfoy."

     While he loathed Potter, looked down on the Weasleys for being blood traitors, was embarrassed for Longbottom, and Granger offended his pureblood sensibilities… Lovegood actually scared him a bit. He'd first met her when she wandered deep into the Slytherin dungeons, back in his second year during the Chamber of Secrets incident. Her spacey manner and odd eyes had unsettled him then; now that she was older and had fought Death Eaters at the Ministry, she was downright frightening in his opinion.

     Moving back to his bed, Draco tried to sit on the edge. He actually had to hop a little to get himself up there, which drove home something he'd absently noticed but not really processed while staring at himself: he was shorter as a girl. But there were more important things than his height to worry about, such as why Loony was there to witness his humiliation? And since his legilimency skills were about as well developed as the Weasley family's investment portfolio… "Loony? What are you doing here?"

     "Did the nargles take your eyesight when they liberated your manhood?" Loony hopped down off the bed next to his and closed the gap between them, invading his personal space and peering into his eyes. "They're quite pretty. It'd be a shame if they didn't work."

     What the bloody hell? He had known she was a few cards short of an Exploding Snap deck from the stories that circulated the castle, but this was just ridiculous. Before Draco could bring himself to snap at her, though, he caught himself. Just as prominent amongst castle gossip was how she had fallen in with Potter and his merry band of misfits: no friends. She was strange, yes, but obviously either powerful, fantastically lucky, or both. Perhaps if he approached things from a different angle… well wouldn't it just piss Potter off if his nemesis stole one of his little friends? And since he'd be fleeing Pansy's company and didn't desire to keep Crabbe or Goyle's any longer than necessary… it might be nice to start building his own circle of friends. So despite his desire to do so, Draco squashed the urge to hex her.

     Looking Luna over slowly, Draco realized the younger girl had acquired Ravenclaw blue streaks in her pale blonde hair at some point. Likely the remnants of a spell gone wrong, he felt more than a little ashamed of himself for not noticing something so obvious. He fixed a smile on his face, reaching up to play with his own lengthened hair for emphasis. "I can see fine, Lovegood. You need to have your hair fixed, don't you?" Actually, he liked her better this way. Now that he thought about it, his new form and Luna's body were frighteningly similar looking and her blueness helped differentiate them a bit more.

     Loony shook her head. "Actually, I rather like my hair this way. I was hoping the nurse could tell me a spell to keep it from being reverted back to normal by my peers. They'd be petty enough to undo their own prank if they realized I liked it. I was even thinking of braiding it later." Oh good. She wanted it that way, meaning Draco would be spared the effort of trying to talk her into exactly that. She cocked her head to the side and stared at him. "You know, your hair is almost the same length now. Would you like braids too?"

     With her head tilted, Draco could see the two thick French braids hanging from the back of her head easily and they seemed pretty enough. Each one seemed to be half white and half blue, giving it an odd striped effect. Given he lacked the second color in his own hair and that he wanted something simple enough that he stood a chance of replicating it on his own at a later point… "How about just a single braid for now?" It sounded like a decent enough friendship building exercise, too.

     "Deal."

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     By the time Madam Pomfrey finally emerged from her office, Professors Snape and Slughorn in tow, Lovegood had already braided Draco's hair twice and undone it, making a third go of it at a much slower pace so Draco could watch. Honestly, the new length of his hair didn't really bother him too much. His father had long hair and was considered respectable in pureblood society, or at least he had until being sent to Azkaban. But it was a nice, quiet activity that created an island of serenity in the midst of the chaotic hospital wing.

     "You seem to be taking this rather well, Mis…s Malfoy." Draco looked over at his godfather, who raised an eyebrow before gesturing at the pair of blondes. "Most boys would likely be so hysterical that Madam Pomfrey would be forced to sedated them for our sanity and their own safety."

     Draco shrugged; at this point, given he suspected it was permanent, his godfather (and everyone else) was going to end up learning his secret anyways. "Yes, well, I'm not most boys. This opens more doors for me than it closes. Judging by Professor Slughorn's nervous look and Madam Pomfrey's hand wringing, I'm going to take a wild guess here and say this isn't reversible?"

     Exchanging looks, the three adults seemed taken aback by his nonchalance before his godfather once again came through as the truly mature one. "Correct. Headmaster Dumbledore is occupied at the moment but when he is free, he would like to speak with you about your future options."

     Draco inclined his head in agreement before making a shooing motion. "Well, he knows where to find me. Now if you don't mind, I'm sure you all have very important things to be doing and Loon… Lovegood was showing me something useful."