My Body's Wrong (A Drarry fanfiction)

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Harry's pov:
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Harry was having the shittiest day known to man or wizard. He couldn't figure out what his teachers were talking about, he made a potion explode, he got a collective 2 hours of sleep, and to top it off he thinks he's started his period in the middle of Transfiguration. Shit. He was raising his hand and he had been for a good 5 minutes, McGonagall just wasn't facing him. He raised it higher, hoping she'd turn around before his arm fell off. Eventually after a few minutes, McGonagall turned around. "Yes, Mr. Potter?" Harry put his hand down and said "Can I go to the bathroom?" "You can wait for my class to end, we've only got 15 minutes left and I'm in the middle of a lecture." Well fuck. Shit. What was he going to do? He just sat there, mortified, for 5 more minutes. He raised his hand again. "Yes, Mr. Potter?", McGonagall said impatiently. "Can I please go to the bathroom? It's urgent." Some of his classmates laughed, including some of the Slytherins that, for some fucking reason, shared this class with him. McGonagall finally said "Quickly now". Thank fuck. Harry got up and casually but not so casually checked his chair. Fuck. There was a smallish smear of blood on his chair. Fuck. He shoved his chair back under the table, walking out of the room quickly. He went to his dorm and grabbed a pad, going to the nearest bathroom. He went into the bathroom, and he realized he'd accidentally stained the most comfortable sweats he had. Could this day get worse? He did his business and got out, going back to his dorm and changing into a pair of jeans that hugged his too wide hips a little too tight. No, he wasn't wearing those. He switched though about 3 more pairs of pants before finally deciding black sweatpants were baggy enough to cover his too wide hips. He knew class was over, so he went back to the empty classroom to grab his things. He noticed his chair was pulled out, and he cast a cleaning spell on it. He hoped nobody saw that. He walked back to his dorm to drop off his things before walking out and going to dinner, to get this day over with. Ron wasn't in his usual spot, but it didn't bother Harry. They'd gotten distant after their fight in the tent on their Horcrux hunt, and despite Hermione's efforts, they hadn't gotten closer and would argue over little things. Thank fuck Harry didn't share a dorm with him. Well, actually, he shared a dorm with Draco. They were actually on a first name basis now, they had actually become friends since Draco helped Harry save the wizarding world, and since they'd moved in together. Harry saw Ron farther down the table, whispering and showing the 5th years beside him something on his digital camera. Ron had been given it for Christmas by his father, who's obsession with Muggle things hadn't stopped. Harry didn't think much of it, putting food on his plate. Not a lot, he couldn't eat a lot. He wanted muscle, and to maybe get rid of his stubborn hips and his chest. Merlin, he hated his chest. He ate in silence, kinda staring into space and minding his business. Just as the food vanished and dessert showed up, Harry couldn't help the fact his mouth was watering. That chocolate pudding looked so fucking good. One dessert won't hurt him, right? He put quite the helping on his plate, eating it. He heard laughs and little snickers from down the table, but he paid them no mind. He just wanted to get this day over with and go to bed. He finished his food and got up, going back to his dorm. He grabbed some clothes, a towel, and a pad, going into the bathroom. It was actually quite nice for being Transfigured from thin air. He locked the door, turning the shower on. He undressed, struggling with his binder a bit. He eventually shrugged it off, not daring to look down. Merlin, why wasn't he born with a flat chest? He heard Draco open their dorm door, and then he banged on the door to the bathroom. "Harry, you're going to want to see this!" He sounded...frantic? Sympathetic? Who knows? "Give me a minute, I'm in the shower!" Harry quickly finished up and dried off, opening his pad as quietly as possible, letting the shower water run as he did so. He hurried up and dressed, throwing his binder back on. He didn't want Draco to know he was trans, and ruin their relationship. In fact, Harry didn't let anyone know he was trans, which was actually really hard to manage with a shared dorm. He walked out of the bathroom, and Draco was sitting on his bed, with a sheet of paper in his hands. Was he shaking? "What do you need?" , Harry asked. Why did Draco look so scared? Draco just held the paper out to him, and Harry took a few steps forward and grabbed the paper, looking down at it. Oh. Fuck. No.

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