Chapter 2 - Revealed
If someone had lived in the Manor, they might have stumbled upon a strange sight a few hours after Draco's potions accident. Instead of the high and mighty, and definitely MALE Draco Malfoy, there now lay a stunning beauty with skin the color of porcelain, blonde curls down to her waist, a chest to make guys drool, a flat stomach, and legs that seemed to go on for days. When she opened her eyes, it was like drowning in pools of liquid mercury with flecks of sky blue.
Groaning with the effort it took to lift her head, the girl sat up and realized she had passed out under the relentless spray of the showerhead. Her white shirt felt too big for her petite body, sticking to her chest and falling to her knees.
She grabbed onto the bar of the shower door and slowly pulled herself up and out of the water that had grown cold, her head spinning mercilessly. Water pooling around her delicate feet on the cold marble floor, she turned and caught her reflection in the mirror.
Draco let out a bloodcurdling scream when she realized the effects of the failed potion. The Malfoy boy was now a Malfoy girl, with all the required parts. Rubbing her forehead, she paused as yet another change was discovered. On her forearm where the Dark Mark had formerly resided, now held a new mark, one far less menacing. A single inky feather lay from the crook of her elbow to the bend of her wrist. She stared at it for a few moments before deciding she needed a plan of action. Draco worked well with plans, loving the preciseness and strictness of guidelines. It's what made her such an accomplished potions student.
She reached for a white fluffy towel from the rack behind the door, shivering from the shock of her new discovery. If her parents had been alive, she would have run to them, demanding it to be fixed. Since she was alone, however, she decided a little help would be necessary.
After changing into a white t-shirt from her drawers, and a pair of emerald silk boxers, Draco began to plan.
"First, I'll need to tell someone what has happened, someone close. I'll need support in order to figure out how to correct this...mishap."
She scowled at the baggy shirt and the male underwear on her tiny frame. "I suppose a change of wardrobe is needed, I can't exactly show up to Hogwarts in male sleepwear."
Her brain stumbled over who to contact. She had been shunned by many of the Malfoy connections after the war, and put up a wall between her and everyone else. As she dried her long hair, an idea suddenly came to mind.
She searched her desk for a sheet of parchment and an elegant quill, and penned a short note.
"Blaise,
I know it's been some time since we've conversed, but you're the only man I trust. An incident has occurred, and I need you to floo to Malfoy Manor as soon as you are able. I trust you understand what I mean when I say I require secrecy on your side?
-DM"
With a flourish Draco sealed the missive with the wax seal of the Malfoy family crest, and stood up. She walked to the mini Owlery her parents had begun before they died, and selected the swiftest bird. "Cygnus," she addressed a beautiful black creature, feathers so dark they reflected greens and blues. "I need you to take this to the Zabini Manor, as fast as you can. The is to be given ONLY to Blaise, okay?"
The owl hooted softly in understanding, grabbed hold of the letter in her golden claws, and took off through the opening in the ceiling.
Draco closed her eyes, feeling a headache throbbing in her temples, and realized it was improper to greet a guest in sleepwear.
"Dobby!" she called out to the loyal house elf. With a faint POP the wide-eyed servant stood in front of her.
"Dobby thinks Master Draco is now a Mistress Draco," sniggered the elf.
