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Magic manipulation may permit one to appear on multiple locations, simultaneously. Apparently, this is a well established fact; even if I had been ignorant of this fact, up until now.
An atypical girl of the Ravenclaw had tripped me with a ring looking like Silver. How wrong my assessment had been; this is in fact Aluminum.
Silver is expensive, here; Aluminum is expensive, over there. How could I have known?
Of course, Aluminum is relatively soft, malleable; though it is also a light grey metal, one that is not prone to corruption. The ring is so light, I barely know it is even there. What is catching the eye, is the bright Amethyst.
Gems are expensive, rare; we all knew it. Just that over there, they apparently pick them off of the ground like Granite.
I had slipped the otherwise unassuming ring on my index-finger, not the ring-finger. I did not want it to look as if I had been betrothed or anything to the effect. She had not complained.
At first, nothing had happened. Well, why should it? It's just a ring, albeit, with a gem attached to it. But alas, it's just a ring.
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It is Saturday, and I can sleep in without a worry in the world. Thankfully.
There is something off; I realize as I turn my head towards the edge of my bed, in an effort of stepping out of my bed. Something, but I can't quite put a finger onto exactly what.
I blink, repeatedly; several times, slowly looking at the corner of my accommodations.
Of course, I am still in the boys' dorm, in the Dungeon. Everything appears to be in order. Yet; I know, something is off.
The weight on my chest, weighing me down. But why? I am not overweight. There should be no weight on my chest. (Not even my conscience ever were weighing me down.)
At first, it had obviously slipped past my perception; my bangs are still just as they had been the night before. I still have the same light, blond hair; however, my hair now flows past my shoulders like the water of a vividly energetic water-fall. How, or why? I have no idea.
While the growth of my hair had escaped me, up until now; what had not escaped me, is the development of breasts. Even if I had not realized, just what they are; or, the significance of this change and development. Well, how could I? It had to be the effect of an illusion, wouldn't it? How else could I explain it, reconciling with the change? I have no idea.
I had thought: Lucious Malfoy; my father would have explained this, had he known of it being even remotely possible. Unless, it had been a test? Everything is a test, after all.
The only change, between yesterday, and today is the ring I am wearing. Is the ring responsible, for whatever had happened to me? Had it changed me, into what I am now? What I had become.
At first, the changes appear to be skin-deep, only. My hair had just grown longer. I had apparently sprouted a pair of breasts, during the night. Even if I still had not quite noticed, or realized it; one more fairly obvious change had occurred. I had turned into a girl, with everything this entails. There is no escaping this fact. As small and insignificant as this may appear.
Living in the Dungeon, under the roof of the Slytherin House changes everything.
Had I lived in Huffelpuff, I should have been safe. Short of the initial questions and possible teasing.
Had I lived in Ravenclaw, I would have been suffering under the incessant questions and probing; but at least, I should still have been relatively safe. Shouldn't I?
Despite myself, and my father's teachings; right now, I still can't help myself. Wishing I had been among the Lions of Gryffindor. This would have been my safest bet. It would have, but alas, I am not there. I am no Lion.
I had never been the Lion. None of my family had ever been the Lion of Gryffindor. The Malfoys had always been Slytherin. This, is what my father has been grooming me for. The cunning of the Slytherin. A follower, or rather; the future leader of the Pure-bloods.
The dungeon is not a place for a Lion. Just as the boy's dorm never was the safest place for a girl. I am a girl. Right now, even if I had been the boy known as Draco the night before. I had never, in my wildest dream; seen me as anything, but the boy named Draco. How could I have dreamed, of what I am now?
Why even bother to ask? Could even Severus Snape: head of House Slytherin help me now? Would he want to, or even bother trying? I have no idea.
“Wait!!”.
“If I am indeed a girl, am I still Draco?” I ponder.
Since I still feel as if I am myself, I consider myself a Malfoy. Just that something deep within me cries out; claiming I may no longer be a Slytherin, belonging in the Dungeon. Did I still belong here? Even if I move over to the girl's dormitory?
There appears to be no changes to me, beyond the changes of sex and gender. How could this possibly be? I have no idea.
Well; I have breasts, my hair is longer. Yes, I am more slender, lithe than I had ever been, before; befitting the girl, I am now. Or, so I imagine
Someone had given me a set of girls' clothes. The full set; everything from the panties and bra, to the fresh set of robe and hat. How considerate. I guess I owe her thanks and gratitude.
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I had slipped out of the clothes Draco Malfoy wore, as he went to bed the other night.
Momentarily finding myself nude. Uncomfortably aware for this fact.
Slipping into the panties, before I turn my attention towards the bra. Putting an effort into putting it on, even if I have no idea as to how it works, or how to put it on. However, I soon find myself wearing the underwear of the girl I had been identified as. Standing by the bed, in which I had woken up, stepping into the skirt I had been offered. Putting the blouse on; before I slip into my new robe, finally placing the hat onto my head.
I leave Draco's clothes under the pillow, for him to find in his own good time. If, and when he is back to retrieve them. I want nothing to do with him or his belongings. I am not him, I can hold on to nothing of his. Or, could I?
The Name-tag on my robe reads: Silversong Malfoy.
So, I guess I still am a Malfoy? I am, right?
Dressed up, I hastily leave the boy's dormitory, slipping through to the gate of the Dungeon. From there, I walk to the great hall, where the breakfast is served.
On second thought, my robe is still holding the colours of House Slytherin. Guess I should eat by my old table? Shouldn't I? Even if I know I have questions to answer now.
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