Pretty Boy, Butch Girl

Chapter Two - Draco

The house was as cold as ever, but I knew better than to ask either of my parents to turn the heat up. Anyway, 'house' was a bit of an understatement for the modest little castle they'd bought, and I was sure if they did turn the heat on, it would cost an exorbitant amount of money- not that they couldn't afford it, or anything.

Ever since I'd realized I'd soon be out on my own, though, I started really paying attention to just how expensive everything was, and just how lucky I'd been to grow up in such a wealthy family. It was... Terrifying, overwhelming.

As per usual, though, I tried not to think about it. I reclined across the plush chaise lounge, a silky, pale pink damask. I looked at my ten painted toenails, and suddenly felt a wave of anxiety- Father would kill me if he saw that, and Mother would only turn green and silent. I tried to remember what it had been like when I was younger, before I was brave enough to be feminine, when they'd adored me so. I couldn't even remember it- just that it had been that way, once, and the crippling... Angst... That came with the memory of my forced boyishness. I shuddered as I glanced at the photographs on the mantelpiece. I wanted to crawl out of my skin, to burn the pictures, and disappear into the wind.

I pictured Pansy in my mind. No taller than five seven, a stunning, feminine face, a perfect voice, an air of unmistakable femininity. Not a single hair follicle insight, save her eyebrows, her hair. I didn't want to disappear into the wind- I wanted to live in her head with her and be a woman.

That existential question again. Am I woman? Am I trans? How do I know? I ran a hand through my hair. It seemed so far away, so impossible, so unreal.

My parents would kill me, maybe. Certainly disown me. I'd have nowhere to go, nowhere to live. Would I go into foster care? What would that be like- other than dreadful? God, Grandfather would definitely find and murder me- if Aunt Bella didn't, first. I shuddered again, my face aching from being twisted with pain. I wanted to ask Harry how he'd known, but for some reason, it made me feel like- a freak. I had no idea why. I had no idea how to explain it- I certainly didn't think he was a freak, or Pansy. Just me. And I did not want him to know that I was a freak.

And, illogical terror aside... It felt oddly invasive. We'd just properly met; if I started grilling him on his gender and his journey up to this point, he might think I think of him strangely, or something. And again, that was most certainly not the goal. With a fretful exhale, I picked up my phone.

Hello

Hey!

How are you?

I'm alright. Just got home. Hbu?

I'm okay, I suppose. Just lonely.

Oh, no, I thought. That could have been worded better.

Haha, you could come over. Kind of a full house, but if you don't mind, we don't.

Really?

Yeah, man! The more the merrier.

Man. Draco cringed. Man. Man. Man. Man.

What do you say?

How full is full?

Me, Ron, Mione, Mom, Dad, Moony, Padfoot, and Tonks

Moony... Padfoot... And Tonks?

Are you friends with druggies or '80s bad boys?

Actually, that's not a bad way to describe any of them XD

Moony and Padfoot are my Uncles (more or less) and they're together. Tonks is Moony'spouse, and coincidentally, Padfoot's first cousin once removed.