[HP] Give me back my body

If Draco Malfoy saw a bright red curtain over his head as soon as he opened his eyes, what came to his ears was the voice of a girl who should not be in the boys' dormitory; He closed his face; when he lowered his head, he saw the undulating whiteness in the collar of the large women's pajamas-these things that obviously shouldn't appear on him suddenly gathered together this morning.

What will this arrogant young master do?

Will you scold your father?Will you scream?Will you yell at the top of your lungs what happened?

No, no, this is what those stupid lions with no taste will do. A noble and elegant Malfoy must maintain his demeanor at all times.

He just crawled out of the quilt in a panic, looked down at a pair of white and tender feet slipped into slippers, lifted the bed curtain, and stood in front of the mirror.

"Shit!" he cursed in a low voice.

The woman in the mirror with disheveled hair like dried nettle grass, swollen eyes, and obvious dark circles is that arrogant, eager to attract others' attention, answering questions in class with her hands raised high, wishing to stab the teacher Mudblood in the nostrils knows everything, Granger!

Draco reached out to touch his face, and Granger in the mirror also reached out to touch his face; he mechanically pulled the corners of his mouth, and Granger in the mirror also pulled the corners of his mouth.

What the hell is going on here?

Who can tell him?

He ran his hands through his tangled hair, which made Granger look even more slovenly in the mirror.

"It must be a dream, it's a dream, it's just a dream..." Draco covered his face with his hands, and comforted himself in a low voice, "I just need to sleep a little longer, and when I wake up, it's just a nightmare... "

He slumped back on the bed.

"Hermione, do you still want to sleep?" A girl's voice came in through the thick bed curtain, and the girl's characteristic high-pitched voice made Draco's head hurt even more, "Didn't you say yesterday that Are you going to the library?"

"I have a headache, I need to sleep for a while, don't bother me." Draco replied in a bad tone, he pulled the pillow on the bed and pressed it on his head.

Even the voice belonged to Granger.

I thought I would turn back into Draco Malfoy when I woke up.

But until he was pushed awake, his eyes were an annoyingly gaudy scarlet when he opened them.

"Hermione, someone is looking for you outside." The girl who got into the bed curtain and pushed Draco awake said, with a hesitant expression, "It's that Malfoy from Slytherin...he's waiting for you at the door."

Draco sat up suddenly, eyes widening.

If he was in Granger's body, then, that is to say...!

He quickly got up, put on his slippers and rushed to the door.

This must be confirmed immediately.

"Hermione!" the girl screamed, "You're still in your pajamas!"

Draco stopped, looked down at the women's pajamas on himself, and ground his teeth: "Where are my clothes?"

The girl gave her a strange look: "Aren't you used to folding your clothes and putting them on the bed? Hermione, there is something wrong with you, did that nasty Malfoy do something to you yesterday? Do you need my help?" ?”

"No." Draco almost squeezed the words out of his teeth, "Thanks, thank you."

After speaking, he got into the bed curtain again, sat on the bed, and found a stack of clothes stacked at the end of the bed.

Draco brought over the neatly folded clothes and shook them out: very good, wizard robes, shirts, ties, pants, socks are all there.

Shall I compliment Granger on his good habits?

But what is that?

He picked up a piece of clothes that looked very light, and looked at a small half-vest-like strange-shaped thing in front of him-it felt a little hard to the touch, but the material was soft cotton and strange clothes.

What's weird, is this something to wear?

Draco tossed the fabric aside, reaching for the neckline of his pajamas.

He froze.

This is not... his body, but a girl's... Even if this girl is Granger, she is still a girl, if you take off this pajamas...

Draco closed his eyes, the eyeballs rolled back and forth under the eyelids, the eyelashes kept trembling, the fingers grasping the collar tightened and loosened, and the cotton pajamas were crumpled.

He finally made up his mind, took a deep breath, tightly closed his eyes, grabbed the neckline hard, pulled hard, and took off the pajamas rudely, rubbing against his ears still hurting a little.

Throwing aside the pajamas he had taken off, he closed his eyes and touched the shirt on the bed - he couldn't understand why Hermione Granger wasn't wearing a vest.

Feeling for the shirt at his feet, Draco put it on with his eyes closed, and began to button it, from the one closest to the throat, down, collarbone, and then the chest...

Because he wanted to get dressed quickly to confront Granger, he was a little anxious to button up his buttons.His wrist hit the two bulging lumps on his chest through the thin cotton shirt, causing a slight tingling pain.

That is……

Draco blushed, and if he guessed correctly, it was...

Malfoy's face had never been so red - perhaps Hermione Granger's now; he felt like his blood was boiling.

He touched Hermione Granger's chest!

Draco gritted his teeth, and suddenly he knew what the little piece of fabric he had just picked up was.However, even if he knew what it was, he would never wear it, not even touch it!

Draco adjusted his breathing, calmed his chaotic heartbeat, pulled up the clothes on his chest, fastened the buttons, and then unbuttoned them.

After putting on his shirt and his pants, he could finally open his eyes.

This can be said to be the most embarrassing thing he has encountered, no, being turned into a ferret by that ugly old lunatic in front of his classmates is the thing that makes him want to kill the most.

Draco got dressed and walked to the mirror in the bedroom.

Frowning in disgust: "It's ugly"

The brown-haired girl in the mirror frowned her thick eyebrows tightly, her thin lips were pursed fiercely, and her eyes were filled with disgust and disgust.

"It's too messy." He scratched the messy hair, and the touch of his fingertips made his eyebrows wrinkle even tighter. "It's like touching hay."

The habit he has always developed does not allow his image to appear in front of others in a mess. He picked up a comb from the dressing table, patted his scalp, and combed from the root of the hair down. As soon as he moved the comb, he got caught in the hair up.

The scalp was suddenly pulled and hurt, as if the skin on the head was about to be torn off.

Draco glanced at the mirror, and the brown-haired girl inside had her facial features squeezed together because of the pain, and just looking at the long messy hair was like looking at a shrunken Hagrid.

He frowned, threw the comb in his hand on the dressing table, curled his lips in disgust: "It's not my hair."

Glancing at the scant amount of cosmetics on the dressing table: "I really wonder if she's a girl... Pansy has been discussing makeup every day since the second grade."

He turned and walked out of the lounge.

The author has something to say:

Draco: Dad, what should I do if I become a girl——

Lucius: Shut your jaw, what an idiot you are!

I can't control myself, I have to open a hole without saving the manuscript QAQ