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For The Sake Of A Name	By : Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 52496 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: I hope to update this weekly; I do have a fair few chapters already written and fully edited so should be able to keep that up for a while at least. I have more or less the full story arc already clearly mapped out in my head.
This is set in a slightly alternative universe where the first two books happened as written but in the third book Peter Pettigrew didn't get away; he was captured and prosecuted. Dumbledore is currently (at the start of this story) trying to get the Ministry to declare Sirius as innocent but until then he is still on the run.
The Triwizard Tournament still takes place but Harry is not entered into it as Peter was not around to help free Barty Crouch Jr. from his father and hence Voldemort was never given a chance to return in book 4.
This story starts towards the end of Harry and Draco's 4th year at Hogwarts and will be told primarily from Draco's side of the story.
(I hope this is clear and makes sense, but feel free to message me or ask in a review, if there is anything you want clarified.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; JKR is, as they say, god and retains all rights. Original characters and the plot are of my own creation, any similarities to others are unintentional.
Warnings: This story will contain some scenes of a graphic sexual nature (female solo and male/female), attempted non-consensual sex and swearing. There may also be some mild discussion of homosexuality. If any of this bothers you then please do not read. You have been warned.
This is the re-written (and hopefully improved) version of chapter 1

Thank you to AchillesTheGeek, who has helped iron my small idiocies out of this chapter.

Draco was annoyed. Not only had he been caught trying to mess with Longbottom’s potion during class, he was also being punished for it. In the nearly four years that Professor Snape had been teaching him potions this was the first time the man had actually given him a detention. He supposed that the Potion Master had had little choice, given that McGonagall happened to be in the room at the time, but this did not mean he would be forgiving the potions master any time soon.
This was why the blond Slytherin was to be found, on what could have been a perfectly good Saturday evening, sorting, cleaning and generally tidying Snape’s special potion collection. These were not just the every day, run of the mill potions; these were the potions that had legal restrictions on them or were otherwise considered too dangerous to be kept within reach of the students. Draco supposed he should have felt flattered that the Professor had trusted him enough to allow him entry to the storage room and he might have managed it too, if he hadn't still been feeling so resentful about his ruined weekend.
Draco had many books open to ensure all of the potions were correctly labelled, which he could only do once he had removed the layers of dust which had settled on many of them, and he was currently feeling frustrated with not being able to figure out a sensible order in which to place the various vials and bottles back onto the shelves in the store room.
“Damn you Snape,” he muttered under his breath. “Thought you were supposed to be on my side; being a fellow Slytherin and all,” Draco added bitterly.
This was hardly the easiest of detentions he could have been given; it had already taken him several hours and while most of the potions were now clean and labelled, the enormous task of sorting them back into storage would likely keep him there a fair while longer.
“Transformation potion.” Draco read off the label of a large bottle which appeared to hold about a litre of a strange thin liquid that constantly changed colours.
He placed it in a space on the shelf at about shoulder level and turned to fetch another but failed to notice the open book by his feet. As he slipped, and began to fall, his arms reached out automatically to find something to hold on to.
The curse he cried out echoing loudly in the dungeon room, as the back of his hand connected with several of the bottles he had already placed back on the shelves. The falling seemed to take forever and there was nothing he could do as he felt several bottles breaking on his head and back, their contents mixing as they poured over him.
He was in shock by the time he finally found himself sitting on the floor, in a small puddle of the spilt concoctions, and was now definitely on the verge of a major panic attack. Some of the most potent and dangerous potions possible had been on the shelf behind him, including the large quantity of transformation potion, and many potions he was sure should never be mixed together.
After a couple of deep and conscious breaths it started to sink in that he seemed to still be alive. A good start, he thought to himself. He did however feel strange, almost like... like he had shrunk slightly? He raised his hands in front of his eyes.
“Well I still have both eyes and hands....” Draco told himself in a quiet voice, but stopped when he realised how wrong his voice sounded. It was higher, softer and dare he even think it... girly?
Oh crap, he thought; his eyes going wide as he let his gaze fall to his chest, which, like his voice, was distinctly less masculine than it had been a few moments earlier. Panic really started to settle in then; his heart hammering in his chest and his breath coming in short bursts. He managed to scramble to his feet, which proved difficult given that his clothes, including his shoes, all seemed to be now four sizes too large and his body seemed to balance differently than before.
“Oh, this is definitely not good.” He told himself, mostly to test out if his voice really had been as weird as he thought it had been. He let out a pitiful whimper when it was.
Looking down his new body again his breath caught in his throat at a sudden thought. Surely not, he thought to himself. After a moment’s hesitation, which he needed to gather enough courage, he reached down and tried to take hold of his manhood. Oh shit, was the only thought that he was able to process as he realised just how feminine he had actually become, before his head started to spin and he passed out cold on the floor.
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Draco’s eyes flickered open. It sounded like people around him were panicking. He was fairly sure someone called his name but his head was hurting way too much to want them to do anything other than shut up. Professor Snape’s face came into his eye line, above him, and was clearly not impressed, if his sneer was anything to go by.
It took Draco a few moments to remember why it would be that the Potion Master would be so annoyed with him... and why he was lying on the floor, with such a headache. After the couple of seconds it took for his brain to wake up and the memory returned of what had happened to him, he sat up quite suddenly.
“OUCH!” he yelped, grabbing his forehead with his hands. “I guess I hit my head.”
“I suspect so, though the large quantities of potions you spilt over yourself and my store room will likely also be a contributing factor.” Professor Snape said, his voice made his annoyance clear but Draco didn’t miss the hints of both amusement and concern that also seemed to be present.
"Is now really the time for jokes, Severus?" someone else said, and Draco was fairly sure that it was Professor McGonagall.
"Now, now, Minerva, I am sure you understand that Severus is in mourning for some of his most precious creations."
Draco thought that sounded like the headmaster.
"Honestly, Albus, what are we going to do?" Professor McGonagall asked, obviously worried.
Draco did his best to ignore the bickering professors around him and managed to peer out through his fingers. He couldn't hold back his groan at the sight of broken glass and mixture of potions that was on the floor around him. It was little consolation now that less seemed to have fallen than he had initially thought; three, maybe four, potions he would guess, rather than the nightmare image of maybe ten or so that he had been picturing.
“Well, Miss Malfoy, if you are done destroying my potions collection, I believe it would be wise to do as the Headmaster has suggested and get you to Madam Pomfrey.” Snape said.
Draco thought that the Potion Master was clearly enjoying the situation too much, and that the Transfiguration Professor's concern was far more welcome; but when Snape held out a hand, Draco took it in his own and let the man help him to his feet.
-#-
It had taken a few minutes for Madam Pomfrey to actually be convinced that Severus Snape had not developed a sense of humour and was genuinely being serious when he told her than the young blonde girl was actually Draco Malfoy. It had taken the offer to go fetch the Headmaster and deputy Headmistress, to really persuade the nurse.
By the time Madam Pomfrey had actually gotten around to doing some quick spells to check his health Draco was far from amused; not that he had been particularly entertained by today’s turn of events as it was.
“Well, other than the... erm... obvious effects...” Madam Pomfrey told the Slytherin teenager, indicating his new body, “... you seem to be in perfect health, and all things considered you are very lucky, this could have been much worse.”
Between Snape's grumbling about clumsy students and Draco's repeated attempts to explain, Madam Pomfrey was more or less fully informed about the events which had led to the current situation.
“Lucky?” Draco spluttered out indignantly, not caring that he was completely lacking any of his usual Malfoy dignity. “How is this lucky? I am a... a girl.”
“Draco Lucius Malfoy! You poured a mixture of extremely potent potions over yourself, you are lucky you are alive... and human!” Snape snapped, and the look in his eyes at that moment made Draco wonder if the amusement he had seen and heard before had been nothing but a cover for fear.
“So how long will I be stuck this way?” Draco asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he sulked; he was damn well not going to be seen by the rest of the school in such a state.
“Well, that is a complicated issue," Professor Snape admitted and Draco didn't think he was imagining the way the man seemed unable to meet his eyes. "I will need to try and figure out which potions, other than the transformation potion, exactly caused this..." he said, loosely gesturing at Draco's general person, "before I can even begin to create a counter-potion. That’s if it is even possible to do at all," Snape added with a frown, ploughing on at Draco's look of abject horror. "Undoing transformation potions can be impossible, which is why that potion was being kept in a secure location.”.
Draco’s eyes were wide and for once he seemed to be truly lost for words. Madam Pomfrey had apparently noticed the impending panic and the fear that was quickly threatening to overwhelm the teenager, hurriedly giving him a mild calming draft.
After the few moments it took for the potion to kick in, he seemed to find his words, even if it was a bit shakily. “I... I might be... like this... permanently?" he asked breathlessly, "There has to be... something... anything... which you can try, ” he pleaded.
Snape was deeply concerned. He knew in all honesty, and had from the moment he had walked into the room and found Draco in the puddle of potions, that the chance he could undo what the potions had done was pretty much non-existent. The chance that Draco would ever be male again, was tiny; let alone finding a way to make him back into the boy he had been before. He was worried about Draco’s ability to mentally deal with this, and that wasn't even starting on how well Lucius was going to take the news.
“I will do what I can," Snape promised, "but I suggest you start to figure out how you can live with this, because the odds are against you.”
It was the sadness in Snape’s voice that really broke Draco in that moment; that hammered the magnitude and reality of the situation home; that caused those first few tears to fall. Snape couldn’t watch and, mumbling something about a potion requiring his attention, made quick work of leaving Draco in the care of the school nurse.
Draco felt numb; he didn't even notice Professor Snape leave. He was unable to process anything other than that one of the greatest potions masters in the world seemed to think it was likely his change was permanent. A girl, he was actually a girl. He wasn’t aware of Madam Pomfrey helping him to lie down, nor of where the pillow he was clinging to, as if for dear life, came from. It was a little while before his headache finally faded and he was able to drift into a restless sleep.
-#-
Draco had woken several times in the night, each time struggling to fall back to sleep. His body felt wrong, with new bits added in the wrong places and missing in others; not to mention the bed. The pillows and covers all suddenly felt huge, like drowning in fluffiness; he frowned at the thought because Malfoys didn’t do fluffy.
He glared at the windows of the medical wing; the sun was slowly creeping back into the sky, destroying the darkness of the room and his last hopes of sleep with it. If that thought hadn't been enough for him to permit himself to wake up, then the nurse's annoyed voice from out in the hall way would have been.
“Mr Malfoy, it is too early... I really must insist you return at a later hour.”
Draco sighed at what sounded like Madam Pomfrey attempting to stop his father from entering the medical wing. Apparently with little success, he mentally added as the doors flew open with a loud bang.
“I demand you tell me where my son is,” the tall blond man yelled, his voice echoing viciously off the walls of the mostly empty ward.
The rather flustered, and definitely annoyed, nurse looked as though she was about to answer, when Draco spoke up.
“Father?” Draco said, sitting up carefully in his bed. He pulled the blankets up around his small female form, forced his face into a facade of controlled calm and hesitantly lifted his head to meet his father’s eyes.
This seemed to do nothing but confuse and infuriate the man further and he rounded, once again, on Madam Pomfrey. "WHERE is my SON?!"
“Mr Malfoy, if you would give me a chance....” She tried.
“Father! There was an accident, it’s me...” Draco tried to tell him. He had never been ignored by his father like this before and had already decided it was not to his liking.
“An accident?” Mr Malfoy asked, as he turned and stared at the small pale girl. He approached her with a look of disgust plainly on his face; peering at her closely, inspecting her features as though to see the truth there. “You are telling me, that my one and only heir, was stupid enough to get himself turned into a girl?!” he snarled angrily.
Draco blanched; this was not going well.
“When will my Son be returned to me?” Lucius asked the nurse; ignoring his only child, whose world seemed to be falling apart at an alarming rate.
“Draco is right there,” Madam Pomfrey attempted to point out, but Malfoy senior did nothing but continue to stare at her with cold demanding grey eyes. She tried to explain further but there was no denying that he made her nervous. “We... erm... well, we are not sure if it will be possible to return him to his original form.”
“You mean to tell me this school has cost me my heir?” Lucius growled with rage. “I will be prosecuting!”he informed her angrily; slamming his fist down on a nearby table, sending the vase on it tumbling to the floor when it smashed, shattering glass fragments across the ground.
“FATHER!” Draco cried out. He finally scrabbling to get out of the bed when it looked as though the man he had looked up to his whole life was about to walk out the door. "Father!" he called out again.
The elder man turned and stormed back towards him, the sound of the glass underfoot crunching loudly in the quiet room. He seized the teenager by the chin and forcing Draco's face around, such that they were eye to eye and only a few inches apart. Lucius spoke quietly and with such malice that Draco couldn’t hold in the fresh tears that escaped.
“I am not your father; what USE do I have for a child too stupid to prevent themselves being turned into a girl? I have no use for a daughter...” he sneered, spitting out the word as though it disgusted him. A smooth and large thumb traced Draco's cheek, forcing away the tear tracks from the pale skin, “... particularly one that cries.”
Draco was, for the second time in two days, completely speechless; he had lost everything. He could only watch in horror, as the father he had believed really loved him, walked out the door without a second look back.
Draco felt as his legs failed him and fell to his knees; he didn’t even feel the pain as they hit the hard floor. He was disowned, or would be soon he was sure; he had no money, no family, no home, not even a name. He was just Draco now, which made him chuckle with the dark humour of the situation; the only thing he had left, his first name, was a boy’s name, and he wasn’t even that any more. He was the girl with nothing but a boy’s name.
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The school was rife with rumours; well it was a school after all. These particular rumours were all focused on the most annoying pompous git Harry had thought he had ever known; and yet, Harry felt sorry for him. Sure the turning into a girl bit, that was weird, but it was the losing his family that had really broken Harry's heart.
He did, after all, know exactly what it was like to be alone in the world; to have nothing. It was strange to think that the arrogant and aristocratic Draco Malfoy was, more or less, gone. Harry wasn't exactly expecting something, even of this magnitude, to stop the blond from being an arrogant git; but it wasn't as though the other teen would truly be able to put on his aristocratic airs anymore.
And, if the rumours were true, Draco wasn't even a Malfoy anymore and Harry definitely felt for him there. At least when he had been orphaned he was still a Potter, he was allowed that small piece of his heritage; and since joining the wizarding world Harry had found he had the inheritance locked away safely in a vault too. All in all Harry James Potter felt sorry for Draco; not that he was going to tell Ron that.
-#-
Draco barely noticed or at least didn’t remember much over the next couple of days. Madam Pomfrey said it was shock and Draco thought she was probably right. He didn’t feel like himself, though he was slowly starting to think that that didn’t seem to be as much of a negative thing as he had anticipated it would being. He most surprised to note that he felt freer; he had nothing left to lose. It was with this in mind that Draco entered the great hall for breakfast that Tuesday.
He was not surprised that word had gotten out about his situation; that the Hogwarts students were aware of both his transformation and subsequent disowning. It was however an unpleasant feeling, having to listen to all the mutterings as he made his way over to his usual spot at the Slytherin table.
“Draco...” Blaise’s greeting lacked all warmth but was at least better than being completely ignored, which was what happened with everyone else. When Draco continued to look at them all expectantly it was Pansy who finally thrust a copy of the Daily Prophet into his hands.
‘Mr Draco Malfoy was officially disowned by his father, Mr Lucius Malfoy, on Monday morning.' He started to read; he chanced a glance up at his peers, but they were already back in conversation with each other and eating happily as though he wasn't there. He scowled at them and returned his attention to the paper.
'This was following an incident which left the former Malfoy heir in a female form and therefore unable to carry on the Malfoy name. Malfoy senior was reported as saying that he was ‘very disappointed’ and would be ‘taking steps’ to ensure the Malfoy family would continue.’
Fighting not to completely lose it in front of the whole school, Draco slammed the paper back onto the table in front of Pansy. Taking steps? Did that mean that he was being replaced by a sibling he would likely never even meet? No they would never even be given the chance to be siblings at all; the Malfoy family was no business of his anymore.
“So I take it you agree with my father then?" Draco asked, and there was no keeping the bitterness from his voice, so he didn't even bother to try, "Only worth your time if I am the Malfoy heir?”
“Well no need to get all teary over it, Draco.” Theo chuckled; the others around him smiled or smirked with approval of this apparent joke.
Draco couldn’t take it. He had been wrong; he seemingly had a few more things this world was determined to strip from him; his pride and his self-respect, both of which were already far from their usual top form. It was only with great stubbornness that he was able to hold his head high as he left the hall, under the watchful gaze of the entire student body; including a set of emerald green eyes, which were narrowed in thought.
-#-
"Look," Ron said gleefully, nudging Harry with his elbow.
Harry rolled his eyes and tried to mop up the milk that Ron had made him spill, before he looked up to see what his friend was gesturing at. It wasn't hard to make out where Draco was entering the Great Hall, heads turning to follow him as he went.
"Blimey, they weren't kidding about him being a girl," Ron whispered to Hermione, who nodded.
Draco was tiny; that was Harry's first impression. He was still pale and blond, and his hair was no longer than it had been before; but there was definitely no question that the former Malfoy was now female.
"Couldn't have happened to a nicer person," Ron said sarcastically.
Harry ignored him; it had been probably the fifth time that the red-head had said something of that ilk that week and Harry thought it unlikely that Ron would understand the sympathy he was feeling for the blond. Harry watched on sadly as Draco read the Daily Prophet, which he already knew contained news of the Slytherin boy's official disownment.
"What's with you, mate?" Ron asked, "I thought given that it's Malfoy and all, that you would be enjoying this a bit more."
Harry continued to watch on with sympathy and concern as the other Slytherins all but chased the now petite blonde from the hall. Harry grabbed an apple and turned to Ron.
"That's just it though, isn't it; that isn't Malfoy anymore," Harry tried to explain in a whisper. "That is just Draco, a boy who has literally lost everything in the space of a few days," he said, getting to his feet and grabbing his bag. " I'll see you in class," he told Ron and Hermione, before following after the blonde.
-#-
Draco made it about three corridors away before his spirit broke; he leaned back against a stone wall, enjoying the cold as it crept across his skin. he let his knees give out and his body fold so that he was sitting on the floor; resting his forehead on his knees he cried.
Again? he thought to himself. He really was a woman now; he was quite sure he had never cried this much in his whole life before. He remembered that Madam Pomfrey had been muttering something about new hormone levels, but he neither understood, nor cared to.
“You must be hungry.”
Draco knew that voice without even looking up. Damn it, he thought to himself; of all the people to find him like this.
“What do you want Potter?" Draco asked. "Are you really going to come here and kick me while I am down?” He put his best scowl firmly in place before he looked up.
Potter was standing pretty close and due to both Draco’s seat on the floor, and his now smaller size, the boy seemed somehow much taller and more muscular than he had before. He was holding out an apple and seemed to be genuinely shocked at the harshness of Draco’s response.
“Erm... actually just the opposite, but if you are going to be a bitch about it...” Potter actually managed a pretty good imitation of Draco’s own smirk, but when Draco stopped scowling and didn’t say anything more, he let it change into a smile.
“Here,” Potter said, offering the apple again.
This time Draco took it, and when the tanned palm was stretched towards him to help him up, he took that too.
“Thanks,” the Slytherin muttered under his breath.
“No problem, just looked like you could do with someone on your side today,” Potter said with a shrug as if it was just something anyone would have done.
Draco supposed perhaps it was something any Gryffindor would have done; though as soon as he thought that he realised that it was only Potter who was actually there offering something that was worryingly close to a friendly gesture.
“See you around Ma... erm... Draco.”
Draco hardly noticed when the dark hair teen had headed off down the corridor and managed to only wince slightly at the accidental, almost, use of his former name.

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