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A Consternating Transformation	By : The-Shiny-Slowpoke Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 28077 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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“So, why were you late to History of Magic?” Hermione inquired as she sat down beside the dark haired girl in the Great Hall.
Harry looked up as she put her nest on the table, grimacing slightly. “It doesn’t matter ‘Mione. Some guys cornered me on my way to class, started harassing me. I told them to bugger off, and they didn’t.” She explained briefly, waving it off as unimportant as Ginny sat opposite them.
“Some students ambushed you…? Do you know who they were?” Ginny asked, having caught the tail end of the conversation.
“Just some Ravenclaws in your year Gin, I don’t know them. Draco recognised one of them though, Professor Rohm is trying to sort it.” Harry asserted non-committedly, blowing some hair out of her face as she waited patiently for the food to appear before them.
“Draco…? As in, Malfoy? He was there?” The ginger beseeched, eyebrows disappearing into her fringe.
“Yes, as in Malfoy… He caught them in the act, frightened them away because they weren’t listening to me.” The green eyed girl defended, rolling her eyes and beginning to fill her plate with the food that had just appeared.
“He helped you…?” Hermione reiterated, raising an eyebrow as Ginny whistled lowly.
Harry sighed, putting her knife and fork down, knowing they wouldn’t let this go. “Yes, he did. Then he sat next to me in lesson to spend the rest of the class asking if I was okay. Then, he sat with me in our next lesson and discussed Lupin with me after Flitwick mentioned him. He wasn’t exactly going to join in with the Ravenclaws.” She announced irritably to the two of them, before picking her cutlery back up and diving into her food.
Hermione and Ginny shared a look that in no way went unnoticed by the dark haired girl with them, but Harry chose to ignore them rather than humour their childish gossiping. She knew better than to mention that Malfoy had called her beautiful, predicting exactly how they’d react, going by their knowing looks they already thought he must like her.
“You best watch out for Malfoy, Harry…” Ginny warned, making the dark haired girl opposite her roll her eyes.
“His name is Draco, Gin, and he’s no danger to me.” The green eyed beauty huffed, not noticing Draco watching her from across the hall. “Not all Slytherins are bad, not all Gryffindors are good…” She lectured, voice tired and full of exasperation. Ginny and Hermione exchanged another look, before Hermione raised her eyes to look around the hall. “Have you forgotten Snape and Pettigrew?” Harry persisted, scowling at them both.
“Malfoy is looking at you.” Hermione observed, turning to meet Harry’s eyes. Harry paused with a slice of chicken half way to her mouth, scowling deeply.
“That’s nice…? Why does it matter?” She groaned, popping the chicken into her mouth and chewing with a fed up expression. She didn’t like that they were making such a fuss…
She didn’t like even thinking about her current relationship situation, let alone having them begin to harp on about Draco liking her, which they no doubt would.
“Oh Harry, you’re so clueless when it comes to guys… Somehow.” Ginny allowed, looking vaguely confused for a moment at her own statement.
“Oh, I am? Please enlighten me…” Harry asked sarcastically, meeting her eyes with a stern glare. “Tell me how I am clueless about the gender I was for the first seventeen and a half years of my life…”
“That’s not what I meant… I meant you’re clueless about guys, when it comes to being a girl.” The ginger amended, making Harry raise her eyebrows incredulously.
“Oh, well that just makes so much more sense.” The saviour of the wizarding world quipped, rolling her eyes and returning to her food.
“What’re you girls clucking about…?” Ron asked as he sat down, having gone back to his dorm with Seamus to drop their bags off before going to dinner. Hermione and Ginny seemed to go awfully quiet upon his arrival.
“Oh no, don’t spare Ron the details. Tell him.” Harry challenged, grinning a little at their reluctance to talk before the boy.
“Tell me what…?” The male Weasley asked in confusion, brow furrowing. “Are they talking about gross girly stuff? Please do spare me the details if that is the case…” He grumbled, grimacing. Harry did laugh softly at that, smiling.
“No, don’t worry, nothing like that… These girls just seem to be under the impression that Mr Malfoy has a thing for me.” She told the Gryffindor, watching as he went a little green.
“That, Harry, is gross girly stuff… And why would it matter if he did? It’s not like Harry is into blokes, let alone that blonde ferret.” He blanched, shaking his head to clear it as he began to eat everything he had piled onto his plate, unworried about talking with his mouthful. Some things never changed.
“Who says Harry isn’t into guys now? Have you ever asked her?” Hermione remonstrated, scowling softly. Harry blinked hard at that, glancing between the two of them.
When had the topic changed to THAT? It wasn’t something she particularly wanted to discuss.
“Well no, but she’d say!” Ron reasoned, paling a little and glancing at Harry, as if looking for confirmation of his point. Hermione turned her expectant gaze to the dark haired girl.
“Do you like guys Harry?” She asked bluntly, getting straight to the point.
“Not that it is any of yours or Ron’s business, I don’t really have a sexual preference any more. I can’t imagine being with a guy or a girl, things are a liiiiiiittle bit complicated!” Harry scoffed, frustrated by the turn the conversation had taken. “I think I’ll wait until after I’ve been cured to think about my sexuality, or at least wait until I’ve come to terms with being a girl!”
“See, not into guys.” Ron concluded after a moment of silence, patting Harry on the back supportively. The girl frowned, confused by how that had been the only thing the red head had taken from the conversation.
“That’s not quite what she said…” Hermione interjected, but Harry shot her an irritable glare that silenced her pretty quickly.
They spent the rest of the meal talking awkwardly about the day’s lessons, Hermione obviously avoiding upsetting Harry.
“So, what did you think about Professor Rohm’s lecture?” She queried as an attempt to start a conversation. The girl sighed when she saw the unanimous looks of disinterest from her best friend and boyfriend, guessing they hadn’t been listening. “You weren’t paying attention, were you…?” She asked, looking very fed up with the two.
“Not at all.” Harry verified, grinning a little.
Hermione sighed deeply, deciding it was a lost cause. “I know you can get any job you want with your name, but Merlin, Harry, you could try…” She tutted, making Harry grow still.
That was a very sensitive subject. Since the war, everyone had been going on about how Harry could get whatever job she wanted, just for being Harry… And the idea sickened her. She would never abuse her fame like that, the thought repulsed her. And the fact Hermione made such a rude comment about it angered her.
“You think I’m NOT? I was a bit distracted, Hermione.” Harry vociferated loudly, looking deeply unsettled by the comment, her chest puffed out indignantly.
Hermione swiftly realised her mistake, but Harry huffed and stood, deciding that she didn’t want to talk any more. She scooped her egg and its nest into her arms before leaving, a little angry at herself for letting her emotions get the better of herself.
Really she couldn’t be blamed for the intense stress she was feeling… It had been a very tough year. She walked stiffly to the Library, knowing it was the last place any one would look for her. She wasn’t exactly a library person.
She only had this evening with the book on her new companion, so she decided she best read the book and make some notes. This was hardly something she could hope to just breeze through, as she had a living creature in her care. She had to be careful and make sure she was prepared. She’d done enough killing, she didn’t want to accidentally kill this phoenix and lose another pet.
She still missed Hedwig.
She spent the entire evening taking notes from the book, undisturbed. She knew her friends were probably looking for her, but she needed to be alone. She didn’t like seeing all those expectant, curious faces… They all expected the best from her, and she hated it. She just wanted to be normal now everything was over.
She’d killed Voldemort, she’d saved them all, and now she just wished more than anything that they would leave her alone! She’d done her job, now she wanted to live. Have a family, get a good job… Not be asked for her autograph everywhere she went. The closest thing she had to family now was Teddy. Yes, the Weasleys had always been a surrogate family to her, but Teddy was different. Teddy needed her, and in a way she needed Teddy. Because the boy didn’t expect anything from her. He loved her for her, and not for what she had done.
How could people love her for murder? She’d done it because it had needed to be done, not because she’d wanted to.
Teddy loved her without knowing. He wasn’t interested in her for her fame, he didn’t even know about her fame. He just saw her as an older sibling who was always there for cuddles and play time. At that thought, Harry drew some new parchment, a quill and some ink from her bag. She decided to write a letter to Andromeda to see how Teddy was coping with her gone. The boy hadn’t seen her in three days, and he was used to seeing her almost every day… He probably missed her.
Once she’d written the letter she walked to the Owlery, well aware of the time. It was almost curfew… She stared around at the owls as she entered, watching one particularly beautiful white owl mournfully as it shuffled about on its perch several feet above her head.
She called the closest owl over, watching as it just stared hard at her, ignoring her command. She scowled, eyeing the eagle owl with resentment before walking to another more willing owl.
Once that owl left with her letter, she left with a rude hand gesture to the stubborn eagle owl sat by the door. She walked to Gryffindor tower, flopping down into a seat by the fire. She realised then that she hadn’t really eaten properly, as her stomach was snarling in discomfort.
“Kreacher…” The green eyed girl called softly, her feet up on the foot stool in front of the fire. A quiet pop sounded and she turned her head to face the elf that had appeared beside her.
“Master Harry?” The old house elf encouraged, stood before her. The elf and her had a much healthier relationship as of late, having kept him with her through the holidays. As much as Kreacher had initially disliked living with the Weasleys, their kindness had made him get over his ‘blood traitor’ prejudices swiftly.
“You can call me Mistress or Miss if you want, Kreacher…” Harry insisted with a warm smile, stretching stiffly in the chair.
“I am not minding… What is it you’d be liking?” Kreacher inclined, bowing his head respectfully to his owner.
“Can you bring me a box of Cheeri Owls please…? I missed most of dinner, I’m quite hungry…” The dark haired girl almost pleaded, her stomach growling loudly on cue. Kreacher smiled a little at that.
“Of course Miss, right away…” The elf assured her, disappearing and reappearing with two more popping sounds.
When he returned he handed her a brand new box of Cheeri Owls, unopened from the kitchen. “Thank you Kreacher… How’s Winky?” Harry sighed happily, tearing the box open and grabbing a hand full of the cereal. She popped the small ring shaped pieces into her mouth one at a time, watching her elf.
“She’s alright, Miss. According to the other House Elves she hasn’t been drinking all summer.” Kreacher told the Gryffindor girl, turning and bowing his head in respect to Hermione as she came down the stairs in her pyjamas. “Miss Hermione…” He drawled.
Harry stiffened, turning to look over her shoulder in the direction Kreacher was facing. “Oh… Hello Hermione.” She greeted briefly, before turning her attention back to Kreacher. “That’s good to hear Kreacher. Please keep an eye on her, she needs all the help she can get.”
“Harry…” Hermione hummed as soon as Kreacher bowed and disappeared, making the raven haired girl exhale heavily.
“I don’t want your apologies Hermione.” She told the brunette stiffly, finishing her handful of Cheeri Owls before standing and carrying the box with her to the stairs.
“I am sorry… Honestly. I didn’t think, I thought you just weren’t paying attention. You have to admit, that used to be a norm for you….” Hermione implored, chewing her lip as Harry walked passed her, up towards their bedroom.
“Yeah I know, forget it.” The green eyed girl insisted, proceeding to their room with Hermione following. She flopped down onto her bed, beginning to eat her Cheeri owls again crossed-legged.
“How’s the egg?” The other Gryffindor asked as Harry pulled said egg from her bag and put it on the windowsill.
“Fine, just an egg right now. No sounds, no movement… I’ve kept on top of the heating charms. It’s just not ready to hatch.” The dark haired girl said, putting her breakfast cereal down and changing swiftly into her night clothes.
“…you know, Ginny and I genuinely think Draco likes you.” Hermione blurted after a few minutes of nothing but the sound of Harry continuing the assault of her Cheeri owls.
“I do know… That doesn’t make you right though.” Harry upbraided insistently.
The fact Draco found her beautiful was what made them right…
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“As promised…” Harry announced, holding out the faded leather bound book to the blonde boy waiting outside their potions classroom.
“Thank you. Did you take enough notes?” Draco queried with a warm smile, taking the book from her.
“I took notes from dinner until curfew; I think I’m covered…” The dark haired girl scoffed, flashing him a smile back despite how aware she was that Hermione was watching her closely.
“Probably.” The Slytherin chortled, rolling his eyes and grimacing when Blaise butted in to continue their previous conversation.
Harry walked to the back of the line where her friends were waiting, ignoring the look her brown haired best friend shot her curiously. She didn’t need the questions.
Slughorn let them into the classroom shortly after, informing them that there would be a seating arrangement.
He began organising them into rows based on previous grades, the best students put at the back and the worst at the front (no doubt so that Slughorn could ensure they paid attention).
Ron, Neville and Seamus were in the first row with Pansy, Daphne and three Hufflepuffs. Each row consisted of four two-seater tables.
Every row was sorted, and Harry surprisingly found herself on the back row. Slughorn seemed to be keeping the vain hope that Harry would go back to being as good as she was with her second hand Advanced Potions book… Maybe working away from Ron would be helpful.
She was put there with Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Hermione and some students Harry recognised from the Battle of Hogwarts, that she wasn’t sure she knew by name. Susan Bones and Blaise Zabini were sat directly in front of her. Harry sat down on a table with Hermione, Draco sat on her other side at a table with Theo.
The lesson was not particularly eventful, being the first lesson of term. Mostly Slughorn just talked about what they would be covering and what potions they would be brewing during the school year, two of which were a blood replenishing potion and dittany.
“I caught Draco watching you in lesson today…” Hermione whispered as she, Harry, Ron and Neville made their way towards Herbology together.
Harry sighed, rolling her eyes and hitching her bag further up her shoulder. “Hermione, just let this go… You’re being ridiculous. We may have saved each other’s lives in the past year, but that does not mean he has anything but friendly feelings towards me. In case you hadn’t noticed, most people stare at me. They are interested, that’s all.” She defended, blowing a bit of hair from her eyes. The brunette beside her tsk’ed, obviously thinking her oblivious, whilst Ron and Neville shared looks.
An hour later and covered in considerably more dirt, the four of them made their way to Muggle Studies, somewhat apprehensive.
“So what is this going to be…? Just a lesson promoting blood equality? Most of us don’t have O.W.Ls in the subject, we don’t know what’s going on. But it’s mandatory…” Ron grumbled, dawdling intentionally, more than reluctant to do this topic. He didn’t find Muggles quite as fascinating as his father did.
“I liked Muggle Studies, it’s interesting…” Hermione insisted with a shrug, making Ron groan.
“You’re muggle-born, you don’t need to do Muggle studies!” He pointed out for what must have been the millionth time in their school lives.
“Well I like it, looking at Muggle life from a wizarding point of view is interesting.” She told him yet again, hugging her much loved muggle studies book to her chest.
Harry rolled her eyes at her two friends, paying them no attention. Typical bickering… Admittedly, she couldn’t see herself enjoying this lesson, but she wasn’t in the mood to discuss its worthlessness.
A plant had tried to hug her in Herbology… And by hug her, she meant eat her. Because of this, she was quite dirty, and her school shirt was a little torn at her rib and on one of the sleeves.
Stupid plants.
They entered the class, Harry looking round at all the muggle appliances and diagrams of cars on the walls. The wizarding family students stared at them dumbly, whispering and chattering in confusion at what these strange objects were.
“Right! Now you’re all here, time to sort you into pairs. As much as possible I want to sort students into pairs that have one person who is familiar with muggles, and one who isn’t. So, those of you who are muggle born, or have lived in the muggle world, please stand against the right wall. Those of you who were raised in purely wizarding families and have no experience of muggles, stand against the left wall. I think putting you in pairs this way should aid learning, and teach you that no matter what your blood status, you are equal.” The new teacher insisted with gusto, smiling when the class began to complain quietly but sorted themselves as asked.
“I am Professor Malcolms, and I will be teaching Muggle Studies for the foreseeable future.” He introduced walking to stand between the two groups.
“Hermione Granger~! You and Mr Zabini will be working together at the front of the class, at the desk closest to mine.” The blonde haired teacher encouraged, waving to the aforementioned table. Blaise groaned, deflating visibly before stomping childishly to his seat. Hermione sighed, shooting Harry and Ron a mournful glance before walking to sit next to the Italian student.
The teacher proceeded to sort the students until, unsurprisingly, he was left with Harry and Draco.
Harry didn’t doubt he’d done this intentionally, to get the two former enemies to work on their issues… With all the grief he had given her, Harry was not in the mood to work with the pale Slytherin, but she moved to her table and sat down regardless of this, ignoring the stare she got from Hermione. Draco smiled at her as she sat, but the raven haired girl just nodded in acknowledgment before looking away. She fixed her eyes on the oddly handsome teacher stood at the front of the class, wanting to avoid Draco somewhat in case he made her life any more confusing.
Professor Malcolms was a very attractive man, maybe only in his mid-twenties. He had dirty blonde hair, and dark brown bottomless eyes, with a chiselled jaw and well tanned skin. His voice had a slight accent that Harry couldn’t place, but she tried to in the ways of a distraction. “What do we know about the muggle world?” Malcolms asked the class, writing ‘muggles’ in a circle on the black board.
A lot of the purebloods in the class stayed very quiet, although a few hands went up amongst the rest of the class. The former supremacists were probably trying to hold their tongues, for fear of punishment for voicing ‘wrong’ opinions.
“Mr Finch-Fletchley?” Malcolm called, turning his eyes on the muggle born Hufflepuff.
“They use electricity for everyday activities, rather than magic.” The brunette mumbled, less outgoing and talkative than he had been in his previous school years. The boy hadn’t been allowed to go to Hogwarts in his seventh year, and has been hunted for his ‘lack’ of magical heritage. His father had been caught and killed, his mother had done her best to run with him however and they had narrowly escaped capture.
Now he was allowed back, despite his mother’s reluctance. She was terrified of losing him.
“Correct!” Malcolms grinned, writing that up on a line from the initial circle. “Anyone else…?” He asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He seemed very excitable, not really the Professor type. Harry could see the disappointment written all over Hermione’s face, smiling at the girl’s disapproval of the teacher.
They spent the rest of the lesson taking notes on the very basics of muggle life, the students mostly very disinterested as they took notes.
“You need to stare less, Draco…” Harry drawled, sighing softly to herself.
“…what?” Draco blurted, cheeks going a tiny bit pink at her bluntness.
“You keep staring, people are noticing. Hermione is giving me nothing but grief about it.” The dark haired Gryffindor accused, eyes on her page as she copied down their teacher’s words.
“Really…? Well I do apologise…” He disclosed, tipping his head in apology with a grimace.
“Why do you stare?” The green eyed girl asked, raising her head to look him in the eye.
“We’ve been over this…” Draco noted, raising a slender blonde eyebrow at her over his pale grey eyes.
“You think I’m physically attractive.” Harry affirmed, rolling her eyes before turning back to her work.
“Well yes, but you’re quite the… Feisty girl too. I like people who don’t just roll over…” The boy allowed, scratching down a few words with his elegant looking peacock quill.
“…what? Surely, as a Malfoy you’d like a spineless sheep to follow you?” She scoffed in response, making Draco tense.
“Is that so…? Well I don’t. I don’t want a woman who needs my advice and protection with absolutely everything she does. You’re strong and independent and I like that.” He avowed quite snappishly, looking irritated by Harry’s assumption. He’d already told her not to group him with his family. After what his father did to him, he was hardly obedient to the man, let alone following his twisted ideals. “If I wanted some ditsy house wife, I’d let me father betroth me.” The blonde assured the girl next to him, wrinkling his nose. “Yes, you are very physically attractive, but you have a certain stubbornness I find appealing.”
“…did you just, more or less, admit to wanting to be in a relationship with me?” Harry interjected, raising an eyebrow at the boy beside her. Draco flushed red, looking away sharply, cursing himself inwardly.
That wasn’t what he’d meant. He was regretting saying anything really… It wasn’t wise to tell the saviour of the wizarding world such things. When he said nothing, the Gryffindor girl grinned.
“Buy me a drink first.” She joked, not expecting him to take her seriously.
“I might just do that Potter.” Draco promised with a slight smirk, making Harry do a double take.
“Wait, what?” She stuttered, her own cheeks going pink for a change.
“Drinks, Friday night… Meet me outside the Great Hall at seven. I won’t take no for an answer…” The blonde purred silkily, taking joy in her discomfort. She swallowed hard, staring blankly at him.
“Draco-”
“Class dismissed! I’ll see you all again after lunch.” Malcolms shouted, making Harry jump, still looking flustered.
“Friday, seven, outside the Great Hall.” Draco reiterated with a winning smile, before gathering his stuff, putting it in his bag beneath his nest and stalking out with his chest puffed out proudly. Harry just stared after him, stunned into silence.
As mature students they were allowed out late. They didn’t have a curfew at the weekend, though the students were only allowed to go out-out at weekends.
“…Harry?” Hermione questioned, standing before her. She hadn’t even noticed the girl get up from her own table. Harry blinked hard and began pulling her work into a pile, stuffing it in her bag before pulling the bag onto her shoulder. “Are you alright…? You look… Pink.” The brunette pointed out as Harry stood, her head cocked.
“I’m fine. Come on, I’m starving…” The darker haired girl mumbled in response, scratching her head and pushing her glasses further up her nose.
“…does this have anything to do with Mr Malfoy looking so sickeningly pleased with himself when he left?” Hermione mumbled to her as they left, Ron walking ahead with Neville, Seamus and Dean.
“Oh leave Draco be Hermione, you’re obsessed.” Harry snapped, scowling hard and folding her arms across her chest…
…more or less answering Hermione’s question.

The brunette frowned to herself, a little worried for her friend. As sure as she was that Draco liked Harry, she wasn’t sure she was quite open minded enough to get over what the blonde had done to them over the years.

Author's Note: This one was a lot of fun to write, I hope you all like it ^_^
Thank you for reading, all reviews and queries are more than welcome :)
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