A/N: MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! I AM HYPER!! Ok, I'm warning you now, RANDOM STUFF WILL HAPPEN! On with the show!
Disclaimer: You honestly think I own Harry Potter? Oh God, the readers are getting stupider by the minute…
A/N (yet again): Do not read if you, in any way, are uncomfortable with menstruation. In other words, don't read if you are grossed out at the thought of me having one girl have her period during the story! Oh and there are slash hints, so if you can't take a joke and don't like slash couples; don't read!!
Dedicated to Olivia, because she allways helps me come up with story ideas and doesn't pretend like she doesn't know me when I'm hyper. *glares at Luke*
This is the Story of a Girl…
"Damn the Dark Lord," Draco complained looking at his reflection in the mirror. His voice was different, silky, beautiful and soft sounding; definitely not like his normal voice.
"Oh, I don't know Draco. That look is very flattering on you," The mirror responded.
"Look at me! I'm a bloody girl!" He yelled. And indeed he was. His silvery blonde hair was now blonder and fell past his shoulders to his mid-back and his silver eyes were now much bluer than before. "And- and these! They're huge!" He stuttered motioning to his newly developed breasts. His bust line was a stunning 40C. He had also obtained long, gorgeous legs. He would make any guy stare in awe. That was the problem. "All the guys stare at me and my rack!" He said frustrated. "And I have to close my eyes when I get changed!"
"You don't haaaaave, to close your eyes," The mirror pointed out smugly. Draco threw his arms into the air.
"I may be a Malfoy, but I'm not a pervert! I do have some decency about me!" The mirror only laughed at him.
"Okay Draco. Why don't you look at it this way, you can figure out everything about girls and when you turn back into a guy, you'll know everything there is to know and will be a bigger hit than before with the ladies!" The mirror pointed out. Draco sighed.
"I guess your right… Now help me pick out an outfit to wear to Platform 9 ¾."
"I don't know… It's a bit… revealing…" Draco complained checking his reflection once again. He was now wearing a black leather miniskirt, a sparkly silver belt, a jade green strapless tank top and strappy black high healed sandals.
"Ah, but this outfit will surely make Harry fall in love with you," The mirror assured him. Yes that was supposedly the plan. Draco was suppose to seduce Harry into loving him and then bring him to the Dark Lord, and upon his arrival, was to be killed. But even Lord Voldie knew all of his plans allways failed miserably. Draco had his own theories on why he was turned into a girl.
"But we both know that's not going to happen. Anyone who isn't infatuated by him or idols him can plainly see he's gay. I have a theory on why I am a girl though. See I did some eves dropping and research and found out that Tom Riddle was gay when he was alive. Our dear Tommie-kins happens to be none other than Lord Kiss-My-Ass-Cuz-I'm-So-Evil Voldemort. And I've suspected for a while that my father may be bi. I walked in during one of their snog sessions the other day. I think I'm only a girl because Voldemort realized I have a tight ass and wanted to see me as a sexy play boy bunny." Draco stated. The mirror merely blinked at him.
"Rrrrrright… So let me get this straight; your father and the Dark Lord are gay with each other and Voldemort wanted to see you with ass tightly fitted with a mini skirt and wearing a nicely filled tube top." Draco nodded. The mirror started to laugh hysterically.
"Oh shut up," Draco muttered walking out of the room. He went to the bathroom and decided he should figure out how to use this make-up stuff…
After several hours of experimenting with hundreds of color combinations with make-up both magical and muggle, he walked out of the bathroom looking like he had been using make up all his life. He wore dark purple eye shadow and black mascara. He applied silver glitter on his cheek bones under his eyes and spread some through out his cheeks in place of blush. He also applied glitter anywhere bare skin showed on his chest, making him sparkle beautifully. He wore black lip gloss giving him a gothic appearance. "Perfect," He murmured looking at his entire costume. He looked like the gothic girl in every male Slytherin's dreams. He would sure turn a couple heads when he got to King's Cross.
Draco was walking through King's Cross towards Platform 9 and ¾ when he realized something; he didn't have a name. He couldn't very well walk around calling himself Draco Malfoy looking the way he did. "Hmmm… I gotta think up a new name. Maybe I'll keep my initials. Let's see, I need a girl's name that begins with D. Dorothy? Ew, no that name sucks. Dana, Diana, Danielle, Deborah, Daisy… Hell no! Who the hell would name their kid after a flower, aside from the Parkinson's that is." Draco laughed at the thought of being named Daisy and well, at Pansy in general. "Hmm… Well Ryo means dragon in Japanese… 'Ey! There we go! Draco, Dragon. Dragon, Ryo. It works!" He proclaimed. "Okay, so I'm Ryo. If any one asks, my mom was veela, I took after her. Hey, it's half true," He said shrugging. "Now, a last name… Hmmm… Well, Malfoy means something like 'bad faith' in French… The only thing I can think of that's Japanese and kinda fits is Akuinenn. It means 'evil destiny'. Okay, so it's totally irrelevant, but give me some credit here! I'm doing this off the top of my head!"
"Err… Draco, are you… talking to yourself?" His driver asked dragging Draco's stuff behind him.
"Errr… No! Of course not!" The driver sweatdropped anime style and shook his head mumbling something under his breath. He finally arrived at the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. He took his bags from the driver and walked through, slowly…
"Damn these bags are heavy," Draco muttered. Draco had himself to blame for that. He insisted on packing all him make-up, shoes, and dresses along with more hair styling stuff than usual. He handed his bags to the baggage guy and headed towards the train.
"Well hello there," Some one growled from behind him. He turned around to see one of the annoying Gryffindor boys checking him out. "O kami," he thought looking at the boy, "What was his name again?" He wondered silently. "My name is Seamus Finnigan. What's your name sexy?" "Might as well play into it…" Draco decided silently.
"Ryo Akuinenn, doll. I just moved here from Japan," He purred. Seamus smiled at him seductively.
"Maybe I can show you around sometime."
"Maybe," He purred stroking Seamus' cheek. "Ja matte ne, hentai baka*," He said seductively before turning and boarding the train. He walked to Potter's normal compartment and found him and his gang already in there.
Hermione lifted her head from her book when she heard the door open expecting it to be Draco. She smiled when she saw a blond girl in the door way but gasped slightly upon seeing her apparel. Harry and Ron looked up and her and goggled, only a little though. Draco looked at the two boys and inwardly grinned noticing they weren't effected too much by his look. "Definitely gay," He thought.
"Hello, can I sit?" Draco started shifting his weight, showing his long legs. Harry nodded. He sat down next to Hermione. "Thank you. I am Ryo Akuinenn. I just moved here," He was about to add 'from Japan' but Hermione interrupted.
"Anata nihongo desu?" She asked him. Draco nodded, visibly surprised at Hermione.
"Hai," He said simply. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"Maa, kon nichiwa Ryo-san. Watashi wa Granger Hermione desu. Nihongo o sukoshi hanashimasu," She smiled at Ryo. "Nihon ni ikitati." Draco nodded.
"Hai. It is a very beautiful place Hermione." Draco was very lucky he had learned Japanese when he visited some family there for a few summers. Otherwise he never would have understood Hermione's rambling. She obviously wasn't very fluent. But she did fairly well. She had asked if he was Japanese, the name musta given it away. Then she said hello and introduced herself and told him she spoke a little Japanese. She said she wanted to go to Japan. And he simply answered yes to all of this, not wanting to talk to her in Japanese for the entire train ride, not that she knew enough to keep up a decent conversation anyway, he assumed. "How did you know I was Japanese, 'Moine. Because I certainly don't look it, was it my name?" She blushed.
"Well, I err… Overheard your conversation with Seamus. Hentai baka*, 'ey?" She said giggling. Draco nodded and decided he should act like her, so he giggled as well.
"Hai! Hentai, ecchi** baka!" Hermione giggled even more upon hearing this.
"Oh I don't know, I think he's pretty kawaii***!" She answered seriously before dissolving into giggles again. She's a lot nicer when she laughs. And her giggles are much better than Pansy's. Harry looked at them as if trying to figure out what was so funny. Ron rolled his eyes.
"Ahem," Harry interrupted. Hermione stopped giggling for the most part.
"Oh, right. Ryo this is Ron," She said motioning to the redhead, "And that's the fam-"
"Harry." Draco smiled knowingly.
"Pleased to meet you Mr. Potter." Harry groaned. Draco smiled cunningly, "Do you not like fame, Harry?" He shook his head. Draco smirked silently. "Oh. Sorry." He said faking innocence.
"'Sokay," Harry told him. Ron and Harry broke into a quidditch discussion, which Draco followed intently and Hermione surprisingly put away her book and took out a journal of some sort out instead. Draco made note to inquire about that later. About three quarters into the train ride Ron realized something.
"Hey! I wonder where that git Malfoy is? He hasn't bothered us all day! Not that I'm complaining, but-"
"You mean Draco Malfoy?" Draco spoke up. Ron nodded.
"You know him?"
"Yes, his family and mine are close. And he's not comin this year."
"Why?" Ron asked.
"He um… He, uh… switched schools," Draco attempted to lie but knew he was failing miserably.
"Really?" Hermione questioned taking her eyes off whatever she was working on. "What school is he going to now?"
"Well, you see he's uh, going to my school in Japan and I am, um, here in his place for the year!" He offered praying she took the bait.
"Oh, a foreign exchange program. I see." Draco let out a huge sigh of relief glad Hermione had heard of such a thing before, must be some muggle program. Shortly after this conversation they arrived at the Hogwarts station. Draco threw on a robe and zipped it up. He realized his robes still had the Syltherin crest in the corner and quickly magiced it away before anyone noticed. Draco sighed wondering what this year was going to be like, and then it hit him. He was going to have to explain to Dumbledore why he was there and be re-sorted. He inwardly groaned and dragged his feet to the carriages.
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hentai baka*= perverted idiot
hentai, eechi baka**= perverted, pervert idiot
kawaii***= cute
A/N: Ok! I'll have another chapter up soon, review if you like it! Please? Pretty please? *puppy dogs eyes* Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?