It's Never Two-Sided

AN: This started out as a Girl!Harry/Draco fic in my mind, but then somehow progressed to a Girl!Harry/Ginny/Draco fic, which is odd because I don't usually read Harry/Ginny fics. I guess the lesbian opportunity was just too much for me to pass up! Either way, be prepared for a long fic, but with plenty of kinks and twists along the way. (I'm not even sure what all the kins are yet, but I'll announce them as the beginning of each chapter.)

This is mostly cannon from OoP, but not quite because Harry is a girl (Halle, pron. HAL-lay) and also uses some HBP, and maybe a little DH (not much, because I haven't read it yet!). Also, this is my first time posting a fanfic; I started writing one a few months ago which has gotten hopelessly complecated and I fear will never see the light of day. I've been writing original stories for as long as I can remember, and have always twisted other people's stories in my mind. So, here goes nothing!

Prologue: Just Another Distraction, Really


Halle lay on the thin, rickety bed in her bedroom (read: cell) at Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, tossing the Motorcycle Drivers' Handbook that her cousin had gotten for his last birthday in the air and catching it without watching. Dudley, fat whale of a boy that he was, had read the first three pages then had gone to the CBT and been denied training because of the health risks to his already over-strained heart. The book had been in the trash that Halle had taken out, and she'd hidden it in her clothes and secreted it away to read later.

Later had come and gone, and she'd read the entire thing front to back three times. Merlin, at this rate she'd be turning into Hermione!

So. She knew where the clutch was, she knew where the breaks were, and she knew how to deal with dogs while riding. Pretty soon she'd need to threaten the Dursleys into letting her have her books and such so she could do her summer work, but for now she was stuck in her room, alone, with the rest of the house empty. Her aunt had decided that for her 'Little Duddikins's' early-birthday, the whole family (meaning everyone but Halle) were going to go to the beach for two days. They'd left at six, after eating the dinner that Halle had cooked (of course), and locking her in the tiny storage room that they'd graciously given to her after that fiasco with the Hogwarts letters.

Halle finally set the book down and looked around her room. It was eight o'clock, and she was bored. And it would be the next morning before Mrs. Figg would come over to let her out so she could eat and use the loo.

Well, she thought to herself, I might as well go get my books now. She peeled the floorboard back and took out the broken screwdriver she'd also rescued from the trash bin and began working on removing the pins from the hinges on her door. It was a tedious task, and Halle made a mental note to find some oil or something to help put the hinges back together.

Once the pins were out, Halle pulled the door inwards and crept out of the small space it allowed. She was thin, very thin, unlike her cousin and uncle, and somewhat short, unlike her aunt, and so git easily fit through. She walked normally down to the cupboard under the stairs, where she looked at the combination lock for a moment, then entered her own birth date. Surprisingly, it worked. She smiled and took out her trunk.

It was while she was rummaging around for some extra ink that the idea came to her. She'd hidden two vials of polyjuice potion that she'd snatched from Barty Crouch Jr.'s stash at the end of her fourth year in next to the ink bottles, hoping that the cushioning already provided would be enough. It apparently was, and she smiled to herself as she remembered what she had upstairs in her desk. She'd always wanted to try out blond hair. That it was Malfoy's was a point she was willing to let go, for the moment.

Putting the books and parchment down for now, she took the vial and walked back up the stairs, careful not to drop it. It contained about three doses, according to her experience. She'd need two or three hairs to the dose, to get a full transformation. That they'd over-calculated the dosage in second year was the reason that their voices had not changed, and that the dose had started wearing off a little too soon. She had just enough hair for three doses, which would need to be used within three months, or they would go bad.

Just why did she have Malfoy's hair, do you ask? Well, it had happened quite by accident, really. When the Pure-Brat had cornered her on the train, they'd gotten a bit... physical with their mutual dislike, and she'd pulled his hair, and some had stayed with her. He'd screamed quite loudly, and her friends from the DA had rushed over to help her, by turning all the attending Slytherins into slugs. She'd thanked them and had a good laugh, but tucked the hair away quietly in her zipper pocket when she'd realized what she had. She'd been planning to use it to blackmail or otherwise humiliate the boy, but she figured this would be good enough. In fact, she'd know every inch of his 'perfect body' and could from that tease him about his hidden imperfections. Maybe he had a mole somewhere... or maybe he wasn't hung like... well, anything. Maybe he had a ferret dick. Halle snickered. That was information worth finding out.

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It should be known that Halle was quite comfortable in her female form, and had no issues regarding gender or sexuality. She figured gender roles were stupid, since she did all the work in and out of the house and her male cousin was waited on hand and foot. She'd be happy to have a husband who did the cooking and washing, or the lawn and the trash, either way, so long as the work didn't all fall to her.

She'd had a bit of a crush on Viktor Krum when he'd shown up at Hogwarts, but that was more idolization than anything. Wait, you say, the Heroine of the Wizadring World idolized someone? Well, of course! She'd only been fourteen at the time, and he was an internationally known Quidditch star. She'd gotten over it, when she realized that he was just another person, like her. Hermione'd made friends with him, but Halle hadn't had the time to, what with the Tri-Wizard Tournament and being one of his contestants and all.

Then there'd been the media scandal when she'd been caught giving Hermione a kiss on the cheek, right before one of the Tasks. It'd been a friendly gesture, but somehow it'd gotten turned into 'The Girl-Who-Lived's Torrid Lesbian Affair' and she'd had to have a long talk with her other best friend, Ron, before he'd believe that she was not competition against him.

Then she'd dated Wayne Hopkins for awhile, but what with her mind being screwed with on a weekly basis and whatnot, she'd not had the patience to deal with his idealized image of her, and they'd parted ways. She'd then decided to ignore the dating scene until such time as the world quit dumping her on her ass.

Halle was not against same-sex relationships, not in other people, and not for herself, but she just couldn't see anyone that she knew from either sex being what she needed right now, and she figured the only people who wouldn't idolize her would be people who already knew her. Or Muggles, but she had very little experience with them aside from her loving family and grade school, neither of which she considered good material to base societal views on. Her aunt, uncle and cousin were all homophibic, the former two to an almost violent degree, and Dudley had used sexuality as an excuse to beat on some of the boys at school. Not that they'd really known what 'pouf' and 'shirt-lifter' meant back then, but the bruises still hurt. Anyway, ever since she'd found out she was a Witch, she decided never to take what the Dursleys said seriously ever again. Not that she had really in the first place, but that had really hit it home.

So when she'd found her way back upstairs and into her room, she was ready for a little experimentation, and not just of the scientific kind.