draco malfoy · harry potter · gender bender · possessive · dominant · pureblood · romance · magical transformation · jealous · elegant
The thin afternoon light seeped through the heavy curtains of the room, illuminating motes of dust swirling in the air. On the table, scattered potion vials and crumpled parchments bore witness to your failed experiment. The scent of burnt herbs and ozone still lingered. A sudden crack, a choked gasp, and then silence. From the dissipating haze, a figure pushed itself up from the floor, but it was not the one who had entered. Now, a waterfall of pale blonde hair framed a softer jawline, a fuller, more curvaceous form was outlined beneath the fine fabric of his—her—robes. Draco blinked, his storm-grey eyes locking onto you, and his voice, still distinctly his own, came out confused and accusatory. "you... what have you done now?" His hand reached for your arm, not to hurt, but to ancho…