Goodnight Sweet Girl

Seven: Don't Speak

Pale delicate fingers played in the soft green grass by the lake. A smile played on the petal soft pale pink lips of the enchanting young woman, her platinum hair flowing tenderly in the wind's gentle embrace. Her eyes were closed as she took in a deep breath, and then the bright midday sky darkened around her. Cold began to whisper lightly across her pale skin. Her eyes snapped open, silver eyes took in their surroundings and a shock coursed up her spine, making her more wary. There was a sound to her right, she turned toward it and froze.

She was looking at a young man with platinum blond hair, and silvery gray eyes, much like her own. He was wearing black trousers that blended with the night and a dark blue silk shirt, the button at his throat left undone. The boy looked down at her, peace reflected in his eyes and a slight smirk on his lips.

The familiar voice fell from his lips, "Know who you are Draco. You have your freedom, was it worth the cost?"

The girl looked up at the boy, tears shining in her eyes, her body trembled and she blinked, a single tear trailing her cheek. She reached up and her delicate fingers brushed the larger delicate hand of the boy, the hand that almost mirrored her own.

"There is no going back is there?" she asked.

The boy shook his head. "I told you that in the beginning, boy. Now tell me what you intend to do with this freedom."

The girl looked up at the boy in puzzlement. "What do you mean?"

"Your wish was for him. You have him so close in your grasp. I merely gave you the means to capture him." The boy smiled mischievously, and the girl looked up at him, wondering when she had that body if she had ever smiled like that. "He would have loved you, whatever your form, but you had to be free to love him in return."

"Who... What are you?" asked the girl, a slight tremor in her elemental voice.

The boy smiled at her and then knelt before her, his hand lightly caressing her cheek. His silvery eyes laughing at her as he spoke, "I was your reflection, and then you gave me the brief bliss of life, and now you have before you a new destiny, where I ended your old one. As I told you once before. Do not deny your heart. And know this, my young Dragon, I am timeless, and you need never thank me, for I received thanks enough for my brief tryst in the mortal world. Oh, and you have one other question."

The girl looked at him puzzled and then her eyes widened. "What sins of my father will I be left to pay?"

The girl then looked down at the ground, but the boy, that look so much like her, took her chin in his delicate fingers and lifted her face. He lightly pressed his lips against the girl's pale pink mouth and then she felt his breath against her lips as he said, "Know only your heart and do not deny the dark haired one, and know that it was never the young girl's fault. That girl with fire in her hair will have a hard time ahead of her. That is all I can tell you now. You have a most intriguing life ahead of you, and now I leave you to discover your destiny on your own."

The boy stood and turned to walk away from her.

She called after him, "Wait!"

He turned and looked at her, a twinkle in his eye as he raised an eyebrow at her. "You do know that I have one other to visit?"

She nodded and then he looked toward the midnight heavens and back to her. "You are Draco Malfoy, and you will reclaim your name when the time is right. Now, let this past and me go..."

His voice faded on the wind as the world was plunged into darkness...

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Draco sat up in bed, his heart pounding and his hand coming up to his mouth, fingers tracing his lips. It had felt so real. What had his reflection meant? Was the girl with fire in her hair Ginny Weasley? What had his father done?

And when could he possibly reclaim his name for the entire world to know?

When could he be Draco Malfoy again? Even if he would be Draco Malfoy in a beautiful woman's body?

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Harry Potter was lying on his back staring up at the dark sky. His fingers were interlaced and his hands rested behind his head. He had a content smile on his face, and for once he felt at peace with the world. He closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes his breath came out in a rush, as his eyes met the gray gaze of Draco Malfoy, a male Draco Malfoy.

Harry tried to sit up, but he felt a hand on his shoulder and saw a smirk and a sardonically raised eyebrow on the blonde's face. There was almost a challenge written in the soft angles of that face.

"Well, Potter, it seems that I have a message for you. One you might find most interesting," the boy said.

Harry looked at the firm hand on his shoulder and noticed that the boy had him straddled, pinned beneath him. "Malfoy?"

The boy shook his head. "Not anymore. She is Draco Malfoy now. I am only a reflection. I have done my task, given her freedom for you, although I am certain that was not the original intent of the sender of my stone. Now, Mr. Potter, you are destined for great things. One of which is to know love, and you have been guided in the right direction. As for you friend, Mr. Weasley, watch him carefully and know that it was not her fault. What happened to the girl with fiery hair, your Ginny, was beyond her control. Protect her, and the child she carries, for that child will have meaning to Draco."

"How do you know this?" Harry asked.

"Fate has deemed me worthy enough to know and to pass on my knowledge to an extent. Now do not dwell on what is past. Look to your future, look to her, and know your heart," the blonde said.

Then the blonde leaned down until his soft lips pressed again Harry's in a chaste kiss. Harry tried to wrap his arms around the boy, but he couldn't move. He tried to deepen the kiss by opening his mouth, but the lips were gone as quickly as they had been placed there. Harry opened his eyes, wondering when he had closed them. His green eyes met silver eyes in frustration.

The blonde smirked down at him and then stood up. Delicate masculine hands smoothed the dark blue silk shirt into perfection, the button at his throat left unbuttoned and the black trousers blended with the darkness. The boy was the picture of immaculate perfection.

Harry's breathing grew sharper and came in quick pants as he looked at the boy. "Please." The strangled murmur escaped his lips before he could stop it. The blond looked at him and shook his head.

"Do not cast your love on a reflection, boy. I am not worthy of it. Not when there is the real soul. This is what once was; do not love the past, because that would make you a fool. Love what you can have..." And with that the voice faded on the wind and darkness poured over Harry's vision.

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Harry sat up in bed, his breath ragged and choked, as he recalled the vision of the rival that he had grown to love. He took a deep breath trying to regain his composure, but his heartbeat refused to slow.

Why had Draco's reflection come to him, and why had he desired the boy so much? Harry closed his eyes and recalled what the reflection had told him.

"Love what you can have..."

He could have Draco, and with Draco's new form he could have what he always wanted...a family. Was it possible that he could have two of the things he most wanted? Harry shook himself trying to clear his mind. He still felt as though he'd just finished running a marathon.

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A week had passed since Draco's dream of his reflection, and he sighed, because he'd had no further dreams of his former male body. Why would fate let such beautiful male perfection be lost to the world? Draco sighed to himself and then rolled over in his four-poster. He sat up and his small feminine feet tentatively touched the cold stones of his room. Draco sighed and muttered a warming charm that surrounded his feet and kept them warm. He went to the trunk at the foot of his bed and pulled out some undergarments, a pair of black trousers a dark blue silk shirt (something he'd transfigured from one of his silky nightgowns, a pair of black socks and then smirked as he went to the bathroom. He looked around the room at the four-poster that belonged to Hermione and noticing that the bathroom door was open, he knew that she'd already left. Luckily it was a Saturday, a day of freedom from homework and other school pressures.

Draco smiled at the thought of a nice luxurious shower. He walked into the bathroom, set his clothing down on the counter, shut, locked, and warded the door, and then stripped himself of the nightgown and panties. Then he stepped into the shower. He gently spoke that spell that activated the faucets and then moaned as the water firmly pressed against his skin and slid down the supple curves of his feminine body. He sighed and wondered when he had gotten used to being trapped in the body of a woman.

He picked up the soap and began lathering his body, then he turned to the spray to rinse, and finally set out to washing his hair. He used Hermione's herbal scented shampoo, the sweet scent of jojoba permeating the air and he worked the shampoo into his hair. He rinsed his long platinum hair a few moments later and then used the conditioner, which complimented the shampoo. Once he was clean and rinsed he said the charm to turn the faucet off and then muttered a drying charm on his hair and body. Although, he couldn't stop the smirk that played across his lips at the though of Harry using the conventional muggle method of drying him off.

Draco then looked in a mirror taking in the sight of his body. He was one beautiful woman, if he had any say in the matter. He sighed and then pulled on his undergarments. Fastening the bra like a pro, then he slipped his delicate feet into the black socks, pulled on the black trousers, and then put on the dark blue silk shirt leaving the button at the throat unfasten. He left his hair down and admired how the platinum hair complimented the midnight blue of the shirt. He then brushed his teeth, removed the wards from the door, unlocked it, and walked out of the bathroom. He was headed toward his trunk to slip his boots on when he heard the gasp from the direction of one of the red plush chairs by the fire.

He turned to face the direction of the gasp and his silvery gray eyes met green eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. The black haired boy in the chair stood up, his mouth slightly agape, as he looked over the young woman that had just stepped out of the bathroom, and his eyes met the gray eyes that betrayed her true identity, for she was, without a doubt, Draco Malfoy.

The gray eyes looked the dark haired boy up and down, slowly drinking him in, enjoying the pleasure of the sight of him, in their own leisure. Then a platinum brow rose in interest, as velvety words entwined in a melodious elemental voice fell from the young woman's lips, "To what do I owe this pleasure, Mr. Potter?"

Harry shook himself at her words and then spoke before he realized what he was saying, "You're dressed like him. How did you know?"

"Like who?" she asked curiously.

"Your reflection," he stated simply.

Draco's gray eyes widened. "How would you know about my reflection?"

"He... It came to me about a week ago, dressed like you are now," Harry answered.

The blonde nodded. "He told me he had to visit another, but I never thought it would be you."

"He told me..." Harry began, but he was cut off as Draco crossed the room and put a delicate finger on Harry's lips and murmured, "Shhh... Don't speak."

Harry looked down into those intense silvery eyes and felt his heartbeat quicken, his breath coming out in short terse gasps, his blood boil. How could having Draco so close to him elicit such a reaction?

"But," Harry tried again, his lips moving against those pale delicate fingers and this resulted in Draco raising his eyebrow once again.

"You know, a Malfoy does not enjoy having to repeat themselves. Now, I thought I told you..." Draco said and was cut off as Harry removed the hand and bent down capturing those pale pink lips in a kiss.

As Harry's tongue traced Draco's bottom lip the blonde gave in and opened his mouth to the dark haired boy. Draco's tongue met Harry's in a fierce battle for dominance and both drew back panting a few moments later. Harry's eyes dark with desire, and triumph, as he noticed the dreamy expression in the blonde's silver gray gaze. Harry smirked as he whispered, "Don't speak," against the soft pale pink lips of Draco Malfoy.

This broke the dreamy reverie in the blonde's gray eyes. He looked up at Harry and then put his hand on the boy's chest and pushed him back.

"You will not win so easily, Potter!" the blonde snapped, and Harry looked down at the feminine body that housed the soul of Draco Malfoy.

"And you can stop me?" Harry asked challengingly and then added, "But you've never beaten me before."

"This isn't Quidditch, Potter, and I thought you were the one that said what we had between us wasn't a game," Draco smirked.

"But you mentioned winning," Harry retorted.

Draco narrowed his eyes. "You're insufferable, do you know that Potter?"

"I do now."

Draco made an inarticulate sound, spun around, walked over to his four-poster slipped his delicate feet into his boots, and walked out of the door leaving a very satisfied, yet frustrated, Harry Potter alone in Draco and Hermione's room. Draco walked down the stairs and into the common room. Many Gryffindors were hesitant, as they hadn't forgotten 'Diana's' outburst from a week earlier when she'd broken Dean Thomas' nose and threw things at Harry Potter. The Gryffindors were wary, unsure of the temperament of the silvery golden girl with the black magic voice, the voice that rang with the power of a love spell, and yet sounded so calm, like cool rushing water over facetted crystals.

Draco looked around and spotted Hermione and Ron seated across from each other in two of the four plush red chairs by the fireplace. Draco decided to join them and took the available seat next to Hermione. They started talking animatedly, Ron curious as to the whereabouts of Harry and Hermione curiously about the plump, chapped, appearance of Draco's lips.

Hermione smiled knowingly as she handed Draco a tube of chapstick, which he put to good use and was pleasantly surprised when he found that it tasted like cherries. He smiled at her gratefully and handed the chapstick back to her. A few minutes later a bewildered Harry came sauntering down the stairs and somehow drifted over to the fireplace where he fell into the red chair next to Ron, looking pleasantly flushed.

Hermione looked from Draco to Harry's flustered state and her eyebrows rose in curiosity. She wasn't the only one to notice the difference in Harry's behavior. A few of the other Gryffindors walked over to see what was wrong with Harry. They gave him funny looks at the odd glazed expression in his green eyes and the chapped condition of his lips. Someone had obviously been snogging, and then they turned pointed looks to 'Diana'. Draco simply smirked at them and that smirk caught Ron's attention.

Ron looked from Draco to Harry, and then back to Draco.

"Bloody hell! What did you do to him? He looks like a he's been hit with a giddiness charm! There is no cursing our fellow housemates!" Ron scolded him.

Draco's eyes widened in indignation. "I did no such think to the silly prat!"

Hermione simply looked at Harry and then at Ron and started laughing. Ron looked at her and then asked, "And just what is so funny, Mione?"

"Oh, how thick can you be, Ron?" she wheezed.

He looked at her and then he looked back at Harry and his eyes widened as he noticed the condition of Harry's lips, and then once again looked back at Draco, shaking his head and muttering to himself.

Draco looked at him an eyebrow raised in calculation. "You know, muttering to yourself is one of the first signs of impending madness. What are you on about, Weasley?"

"It's Ron, you bloody prat, and how could a kiss result in this!" Ron snapped and then indicated the blissfully prone form of his dark haired, bespectacled, green-eyed friend.

Draco shrugged nonchalantly. "I wish I knew, because if I could bottle that in a potion, the women would be lining up around the counter to buy it."

Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco's reply and again found herself laughing at Ron's reaction.

"Mental! Bloody mental," Ron said shaking his head.

"You shouldn't put yourself down like that Ron, it is most unbecoming of Gryffindors," Draco said with a smirk.

Ron sent a glare his way and then turned back to Harry. "Come on mate, tell me what he did to you. Harry, are you in there? Oh, bloody hell, you've gone and put him in a blissful coma! I say we take him to see Madam Pomfrey!"

Suddenly Harry's hand shot up and he pressed his index finger against Ron's lips and said, "Shhh, don't speak."

Ron and Hermione looked at their dark haired friend in bewilderment and confusion, while Draco laughed until tears were in his gray eyes. Harry Potter was some piece of work.

Ron and Hermione noticed Draco laughing and then turned to him. He looked up at their demanding expressions and the laughter bubbled up in him anew, released like music from his feminine mouth, until he finally gained enough control to say, "Looks as though Gryffindors don't mind repeating themselves."

And then he descended into his laughing hysteria once again, while Harry simply continued to smile wistfully. Hermione and Ron looked at each other, certain that they would never understand the musings of Draco Malfoy, and wondering what was to become of their friend under the blonde's influence...