Draco's Draught

Elf Flame

Story Summary:
Draco is splashed by a potion. How will the changes it causes affect his life?

Chapter 01

Chapter Summary:
Draco is splashed by a potion. How will the changes it causes affect his life?
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11/12/2003
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Draco's Draught

By Elfflame

The Potion

I woke to a throbbing headache. Now where the hell had that come from? We hadn't had one of those parties in Slytherin for weeks. I opened my eyes to discover Madam Pomfrey leaning over me worriedly. Had I been in a fight with Potter again? I hoped he was still unconscious. Then a dark head appeared beside Pomfrey's. No such luck. But why was Potter looking at me like that? And why the hell was he looking at my chest? Didn't he know he looked even more like an idiot with his mouth wide open like that?

But why was I here? Bloody Potter didn't have a single hex mark on him. Surely he wasn't swift enough to avoid my, Goyle's AND Crabbe's spells if we struck all at once.

Goyle...wait a minute...that rang a bell. Didn't this have something to do with Goyle? I recall being in potions...and for one bloody time, I decided to be nice and partner with him. After all, Goyle's abysmal in everything, so he can use all the help he can get. And it benefited me as well, since Pansy was being more of a pain than normal. I figured that it would give me a bit of a break, you know? I really didn't want to deal with her rubbing up against me all class again. I mean, a Malfoy's got to keep his cool, and it's pretty tough to do with a chit hanging all over you. But damn, did I pay. I guess it serves me right for being soft on Goyle. My father'll have a field day.

So, there we were in class, and halfway through putting the potion together, Crabbe distracts Goyle, and he bumps against the cauldron, and guess who it all spills on? Of course...me. Imagine, Draco Malfoy covered in green goo. If I hadn't been so dizzy from the effects of the potion, I would have slugged him right there.

Unfortunately, I could barely stand, so Snape ordered Potter to help me the hospital wing. Now, I can admit it here that I did need help, but Potter? Why Potter? What exactly had I done to Snape to have him abuse me that way?

I refused to let Potter help me, so he just followed as we walked towards the hospital wing. We got about halfway there, then the world began to spin...and now here I am...in the hospital wing. I wonder how he got me here.

And I wish they would stop staring at me.

Finally, Potter, whose mouth had been hanging open the entire time, closed it with an audible snap. "Uh, Malfoy?" I glared at him. "How do you feel?"

What is he, the student nurse? "What..." I stopped. Was that my voice? It was so high and squeaky. I cleared my throat and tried again. "What's it to you, Potter?" Still high, but a bit better. Maybe the potion had had some lasting effect? Then I looked at Potter, who couldn't seem to take his eyes off of me. "And why the hell are you staring at me?"

And then, if you can believe it, he actually blushed. Potter--blushing? I sat up, but it was weird, like my weight had been redistributed, and my arms were kind of uncomfortable, but I wasn't about to let on that I was anything other than normal. "I'm fine. Now get out of my face, Potter." I was about to smirk at him until he left, but then I noticed something. Something on my chest...boobs. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggh! What's happened?" I tried to leap out of the bed, but Madame Pomfrey restrained me.

"Just lie back, Mr. Malfoy...I mean...Miss...I mean...Draco. Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore are on their way. I'm sure we'll have this all sorted out in no time."

God, I not only freaked out in front of Potter, but I'm...a girl?