The girl’s smirk only became wider. “Fine, since Ronnykins thinks that Granger looks like a guy also, I could add a little twist…” she interrupted the Golden Trio. “You have to be a guy for month. And that will be your deadline.”
Hermione gulped, as she tried to keep her cool. She wasn’t going to lash out on Ron, and she wasn’t going to make matters with Lavender worse. She was Head Girl for crying out loud! She couldn’t lose her sanity over something as inconvenient as this. “Fine, I’ll take it,” she declared with a proud grin on her face.
It seemed like the whole world ended when they heard Hermione accept. Once she said these words, Harry put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a small smile. At least there was one person who was willing to help her through her time of need…
Chapter 1 – The First Encounter
“Oh poor girl,” a redheaded girl commented as she petted her friend’s fuzzy head. “You’re so dead.”
The fuzzy friend let out a sigh and then ran a hand through her hair. “I can’t believe that I accepted this stupid dare. You have to save me from my stupid self Ginny!” the frizz complained as she leaned back against the tree trunk. “I’m the farthest thing away from a guy.”
Her friend smiled and offered her a pat on the shoulder. “On the contrary, you’re actually closer to a guy than many other girls. It’s obvious that you don’t have any breasts. And since when was your last relationship?”
“Just because I have an inactive romantic life doesn’t make me a male,” Hermione insisted as she placed her head in her hands. “Besides, I still write to Viktor, who happens to still be interested in me romantically. And I’ve dated your brother last year.”
The redhead rolled her eyes and explained, “Hermione, my brother doesn’t count. You two were just confused about what your relationship was. Although it was on the borderline of romance, you were better off as friends. Plus, why my brother? Even I could say you could do so much better than that.”
“Well, your brother seemed nice at the time. He’s not a bad guy…” Hermione tried to defend her best friend, but Ginny just threw her off.
“Personally, I don’t see why you asked me out of all people to help you with this situation at hand. Why didn’t you ask Harry or Ron?” the redhead asked as she fiddled with her friend’s hair. “They’re so much better at doing “guy things” than me.”
The bookworm turned to face her friend and stared at her with puppy-dog eyes. “Ginny,” she pleaded, “You’re the one who’s excellent at disguises.”
A few hours later, Ginny was done with her masterpiece. Hermione managed to look like a guy, but an awkward one at that. She was dressed in a male uniform (it was Harry’s old one) and had a wig charmed to stay on her head at all times, unless she wanted it removed.
She stared at herself in the mirror to admire her new features. This time around, she was partially thankful for her small breasts. She was never really curvy and that was probably one of the only reasons she would succeed at this disguise.
But would Malfoy really fall for an awkward-looking guy like her?
“I have to call Harry and my stupid dolt of a brother. You need to learn the tips and tricks to being a guy,” Ginny said with a cheeky grin as she sauntered out of the room.
Once again, Hermione was left alone. Leaving Hermione alone with her thoughts wasn’t necessarily a good thing. In fact, she was becoming sort-of crazy. How was she supposed to come up with ways to seduce Malfoy in her arms? He was probably the straightest guy in the school!
Ginny proceeded to come back into the room with Harry and Ron with her. They seemed to be reluctant to come with her to visit their “gender-confused” friend. When they saw Hermione in Harry’s uniform and with a wig atop her head, they almost jumped out of their socks.
Hermione had indeed succeeded in looking like an unusually feminine fifth-year male, who was unceremoniously putting all her weight on one foot. This action made her look as if she was a rebellious seventh-year girl, with her hip swayed to the side like she was doing.
“You may look like a guy, but you definitely don’t act like one,” Harry pointed out as he and Ron broke into fits of laughter. “I can’t believe you actually doing this Hermione. You know Ron and I could tell Lavender to forget about it.”
“But you know I never back down on a dare. Backing down on a dare makes me sound weak. Besides, it’s Malfoy. He may be too tired of romancing all the girls in school so he’s looking for a… change,” Hermione informed with an evil grin tugging at her lips. “You know what? That’s not a bad idea.”
Ron stared at her as if she was going nuts. “Hermione, you couldn’t possibly think you could seduce Malfoy like that. He’ll tell from your disguise right away,” Ron reasoned. “It’d be too easy for him to just shake you off.”
“Not unless I get under his skin. So Harry, Ron, teach me how to play Quidditch,” she demanded with an unusual surge of enthusiasm. “That way, I can distract that poor Slytherin seeker.”
If dressing up as a guy wasn’t already difficult, then making the Hermione Granger fly and play Quidditch was an unbelievable task. They knew that Hermione must’ve been off her rocker to want to play Quidditch when she couldn’t even stay steady on the broom back in second year.
“You’re kidding, right?” Ron questioned as he stared at Hermione with amazed blue eyes. “You can barely tell the broom to come to you and yet you want to play Quidditch.”
The brunette only stared blankly at her redheaded friend. “I don’t see why I can’t. If I get Malfoy at the one thing he holds precious, then it would be great. I just want to find a way that I can be around him as a guy and Quidditch sounds like the best way,” Hermione concluded as a bright smile adorned her face.
This commented earned laughter from all of her friends in the room. It was just the most unbelievable thing: Hermione Granger, posing as a boy, to play Quidditch, and to seduce Draco Malfoy.
“Well, you can do anything if you put mind into it, right?” She tried her best to sound optimistic, but it was hard when her friends were laughing their heads off. “Well, what could I actually do?”
Ginny Weasley was the first one to calm down from her excessive giggling. Once she had regained her breath, she said, “Herms, I think I have the perfect opportunity for you to encounter Malfoy with your new look.”
“Are you kidding me? This is exactly why it will be easy for him to spot who I really am!” the brunette whispered harshly to her friend. “And for him to see me with you… it’ll make my true identity so much more obvious!”
Ginny rolled her eyes at her friend’s hysterics and placed her hands on her shoulders. “Everyone knows that even though Malfoy is a player, but he still is whipped by his own father. Malfoy still reserves time to study every day for two hours,” Ginny informed her friend.
Hermione and Ginny stealthily made their way around bookshelves to peek across only to find the blond Slytherin pinning a pretty Ravenclaw girl down on the table as he licked his way down her body.
“You call that studying?” Hermione asked with a bit of a disbelief in her voice. She knew that Malfoy couldn’t possibly be serious about the studying business. “Maybe studying a girl’s anatomy, but I think that he’s already studied that enough already…”
Ginny smacked her friend on the shoulder in order for her to shush. “Pretend you catch him in the act and charm the girl her way out of there. It’d make Malfoy so angry if you became his rival,” she commanded her friend. “Remember, get you under his skin.”
The bookworm gasped and hid behind the nearest bookshelf. She couldn’t possibly just walk in on Malfoy’s passionate snog with his current flavor of the week. It would be wrong.
But it wouldn’t matter… if Malfoy thought she was a boy.
“Ginny, I haven’t even come up with a name for myself. What am I going to do?” she questioned as she backed into the shelf even more.
The redhead smiled and looked at Hermione before she would stroll out of the library. “You’re the Head Girl and you’re clever. I could give you some tips and tricks along the way, but this is your game you chose to play, not mine,” the redhead advised as she strutted out of the library.
She cleared her throat just as she made her way into the area where Malfoy and his girlfriend were snogging and making unceremonious noises that it almost made her gag. She didn’t know two people could look so preposterous in public places. She wondered if that’s how she and Viktor looked like, or even worse, her and Ron.
When she cleared her throat, she decided to nonchalantly browse through the shelf. Malfoy and his girlfriend are bound to notice her anytime now.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing here?” the blond spat as he got himself off his girlfriend. “Couldn’t you see we were busy?”
Hermione felt her heart beating through her chest. She wasn’t exactly the best actress, but she wasn’t the person to back down on a challenge. She mustered everything she had inside her and managed to respond in a deep voice, “I believe the library is for reading and not for tonsil hockey. Do you need me to find a dictionary?”
Malfoy’s companion laughed as she fixed her appearance. With a newfound source of energy, she ran a hand through her hair and winked at the Ravenclaw girl. The girl seemed flattered by Hermione’s attention as she blushed.
“It’s a shame that a pretty girl like you has decided to dabble herself with such scum,” Hermione proceeded to continue in her deep male voice. “Now run along if you don’t mind. I want to do the one thing that I came here to do.”
The girl obeyed Hermione’s orders willingly and even managed to slightly caress Hermione’s shoulder on her way out. It made Hermione slightly shudder when she had realized that the Ravenclaw girl was into her.
“Would you like to explain why you decided to interrupt a very personal moment with me and my…”
Hermione was slightly gaining confidence as she cut him off, “You and your plaything? Why? I did the favor of disrupting the horrendous scene that was playing before me. Do I have to repeat the definition of the library, Malfoy?”
He folded his hands across his built chest and observed his new opponent with a smirk on his face. “You look like some measly fifth-year Gryffindor,” he commented as he was still checking out Hermione’s new physique. “Let me guess, mudblood? Only people of your filth have the audacity to talk without respect to your superior elders.”
She returned the same look he was giving her, which surprised him. “How do you expect me to respect someone who calls others ‘mudbloods’ when he doesn’t use the correct and proper term, ‘Muggleborn.’ I only respect those who have earned them, and snogging all over the table where I would’ve liked to study isn’t something that is respectable,” she countered. “Now if you would please follow your plaything out of the library so I could study…”
Hermione felt herself being shoved against a bookshelf as an angry Draco Malfoy took a hold of her collar. Just when she thought she was getting the hang of things, he had to go in and ruin all her confidence.
“What’s your name?” he whispered dangerously close to her face. He was gazing right into her eyes that she could see every fleck of silver.
When she didn’t respond, he shoved her again. This action was sure to give her black-and-blue bruises tomorrow. How could she respond if she didn’t know what her new alias would be?
“Are you daft? Did you not hear me the first time? What the bloody hell is your name?” he murmured softly. He seemed rather furious as Hermione could see that his usual pale face was growing red in color.
“H… H… Harlan Griff… Griffith. Harlan Griffith,” Hermione breathed. Once she spoke her name, Malfoy seemed satisfied enough to let her go. Since he was absolutely furious, he threw her against the bookshelf. She hit the same area he had been shoving her against and she could no longer feel sensations in her back.
“You’re weak, Griffith. Earn some backbone before you think you’re good enough to fight against me,” Draco spat before he walked out of the library.
Slytherin Common Room…
“Drakie-poo!” a high-pitched squeal echoed through the dungeons as a bubbly blonde knocked over the Slytherin Prince.
Draco Malfoy was not surprised. In fact, just as violently as she ambushed him, he shoved her off. It wasn’t everyday that you saw Draco Malfoy, Hogwart’s resident Casanova, treat a woman with such disdain. Not that Pansy Parkinson counted as a woman, but it was still awkward for Malfoy to treat any of his housemates like that.
“Who shoved the stick up your arse, Malfoy?” a dark-haired male raised an eyebrow to stare at his friend. “It couldn’t be that Cadence Clearwater. She may be a year younger than us, but she’s a fine-looking piece of…”
“No,” the blond replied tersely as he relaxed on the couch. He was never the type to say much anyways.
“Well, you must be getting bored of the girls here. You always seem to run back through the Ravenclaws once you’ve run out of girls. Cadence seems to be your favorite,” Draco’s best friend, or the closest thing he called to a friend, stated. “If only the Beauxbatons girls came back to visit. I couldn’t get enough of the Veelas that attended that school. The little one has grown to be a beautiful lady, and if I remember, Gabrielle Delacour…”
“She’s only eleven, Theo. You’re disgusting,” Draco remarked as he leaned back against the plush, verdant chair.
“Age wouldn’t matter if I give it some time. Maybe then, I’d be able to become a professor at Beauxbatons. Merlin only knows how much of a babe pool that would be, and who wouldn’t be turned on by having an exclusive relationship with the hot new professor?” Theodore Nott continued to explain his dreams in vivid detail. He completely forgot that his friend was in distress.
“Oh shove it, Nott. You’re perverted, not attractive,” Pansy Parkinson interjected Theodore’s fantasies of his future. “What’s got you all riled up, Drakie-poo? Do you need a… sensual massage?”
Draco seemed annoyed that Pansy had the nerve to ‘caress’ his legs in public. She even began undoing his pants at the current moment. That was until Draco slapped her hands away.
“What do you think you’re doing Pans? We were over years ago!” Draco shrieked at her.
The blonde girl just cheekily grinned as she got in her seat next to Nott. “I was just trying to help. You seemed like you needed to be relaxed and that’s what worked last year,” Pansy reasoned as if she had a halo atop her obvious horns.
“You know, you really need to calm down. It would help if you breathed for a moment so that you don’t turn purple,” Theo added with an expression that echoed Pansy’s.
The Slytherin Prince ran his hands through his silky hair, almost wanting to pull them out. “Who the bloody hell is Harlan Griffith and why haven’t I known him till now?”
To Be Continued…
I’ve decided to make Theo his friend, because JKR said that Theodore Nott was the closest thing to a friend that Draco had. I think I like this better than the other version. There will be more moments later. I hoped you liked this chapter and sorry for the long wait.
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