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Draco’s screams wake Harry from his, for once, peaceful sleep. The screams were those of a frightened Draco, Harry momentarily wondered if he’d seen a spider. That is if Draco’s afraid of spiders. He was quickly pulled out of those thoughts by another scream, this time Draco had screamed Harry’s name.
Harry walked quickly to the only room in the flat with a light on, the bathroom. The door was illuminated around the frame the lights on inside the room, so he assumed Draco was in here.
“Draco?” Harry called out cautiously. In the silence that followed Harry heard what sounded like sobbing, Harry tried again.
“Draco?” He called out again, but still as, if not more, cautiously. The sobbing stopped, and Harry was preparing for a grumpy Draco. There was complete silence again, Draco mustn't have heard him that time.
“What did I do to deserve this?” Draco whispered on the other side of the door, the sobbing resumed.
“What happened?” Harry asked. The door flung open, narrowly missing his face in the process. Harry caught the door so it wouldn’t hit the wall and make a hole. When Harry looked back at Draco a shiver ran down his spine, and not the good kind.
“‘What happened’ is I’m a WOMAN!” Draco screamed gesturing to the breasts warping the logo on his shirt.
“How-” Harry was cut off by Draco.
“I don’t know” He sobbed, “I woke up like this!” Draco took a shaky breath, trying to calm down.
“Okay” Harry started “I’m going to floo work and tell them I won’t be in today.”
“What about me? I don’t know what to do with- with… these.” Draco said flailing his hands around the, very apparent, breasts.
“I don’t know either” Harry sighed “but it’s four A.M., let's trying going back to sleep.
“Yeah okay” Draco mumbled, heading for their bedroom.
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When Draco woke up, again, it was nine A.M., and Harry wasn’t at work. Harry was sleeping next to Draco in their bed, suddenly everything that happened only five hours ago came flooding back. With a sigh, Draco got up and ventured around the flat until he was standing in the kitchen. Before Draco could even begin to think about eating, though, he wanted a shirt that fit a lot looser. It was unnerving to look down and see breasts prodding from his chest.
He walked to a little room that had the washing machine and drying machine. Draco wondered why they had these muggle machines; they could easily use magic to clean their clothes. A small basket sat next to the drying machine, dryer Harry called it. The basket held clean clothes from laundry done the day before, that was Saturday. Draco looked through the basket, only finding one shirt that fit him loosely. It was an old Gryffindor Quidditch sweater Draco had gotten Harry soon after their eighth year at Hogwarts. Draco pulled the sweater over his head, liking how large it looked on him, he looked down to see the breasts were almost unnoticeable in this sweater.
Happily, Draco made his way back to the kitchen, slightly less self-conscious. He found it weird he’d think so low of himself, Draco always prided himself on rarely feeling self-conscious. Sure he’d worry about his appearance, but that was normally his clothes or his hair unwilling to work with him.
Harry was standing in the kitchen when Draco, finally, got back. He was clad in boxers and a faded t-shirt, Draco took a moment to admire how great Harry’s ass looked in the morning. “Hey,” Harry said when he heard Draco approach. He did a double-take when he saw what Draco was wearing, “Is that my sweater?”
Draco blushed, blushed! “Um… yes” he paused, deciding to explain himself, “None of my shirts fit with um…” He waved his hand around his chest, “So, I got your sweater... “ He knew it was stupid to be shy with Harry, they shared clothes all the time. He just didn’t understand why he was so out of character. Draco was about to walk away, but Harry pulled him into a hug, keeping him in the kitchen with him.
“I was thinking we should floo Hermione, see if she-”
“No!” Draco cut him off “No no no!”
“Why not?” Harry asked, honestly confused as to why anyone, even Draco, wouldn't want Hermione to help.
“Because I don’t want Granger- or Weasley -to see me like this!” Draco started heading out of the kitchen, “I’ll just wait it out”
“Draco,” Harry said, still in the kitchen. Draco turned around to look at him, he had stopped walking next to their bathroom.
Now Harry was blushing, “Do you have a-” a gasp from Draco cut him off. The bathroom door slammed behind Draco. Harry ran, however cautiously, towards the bathroom. The door was locked with a charm, even if harry wanted to get in he couldn’t. minutes later a scream came from the bathroom. Draco screamed at Harry, “Call Hermione!”, this made Harry even more worried; Draco had used her first name. This had to important.
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“Hey Harry” Hermione cheerfully. She and Ron had gotten engaged earlier in the week, everyone had been surprised when she said she didn’t know Ron was going to purpose.
“Hi Hermione”
“What’s wrong?” Harry wondered if he sounded as bad as Draco right now
“It’s Draco, he needs your help” He sighed
“Okay… Why?”
“Well… something has happened and know he’s… Merlin. He’s a woman.”
“What?” Hermione asked, sounding slightly annoyed. She probably suspected Harry was pranking her, again.
“He woke me up this morning screaming that he had grown… um… breasts” Harry cleared his throat, “and now he’s found out he has the full female package.”
“Oh… oh. Okay, I’ll be over tomorrow, see you then Harry… and Harry?”
“Yeah” said Harry
“Good luck,” She said apologetically
“Thanks,” Harry said, but the line had already been cut.
As Harry thought about what could be going on with Draco, and how Hermione could possibly help, he remembered he didn’t warn her to not bring Ron. Draco might not be so happy about ‘Weasley’ being around.
Part of Harry wondered if Ron did this to Draco for breaking up with Ginny. He wouldn’t be surprised if he did, but Draco might actually kill Ron for this.