Drarry Oneshots

I'm Not Harriet

(Warning: this contains transgender Harry. If you are uncomfortable with that, don't read.)

Harriet shifted in her seat. She had to tell Hermione and Ron. She knew that. She was just so scared.

What if they laughed? Called her a freak? Oh god, what would she do?

"Harriet?" Hermione glanced at her. "You alright?"

Harriet closed her eyes. "I gotta tell you guys something."

Ron sat up. "What is it, Harriet?"

Harriet winced at the name. Hermione frowned.

"I.... I don't think I'm Harriet."

Hermione blinked in complete confusion. Ron was just lost.

"I'm Harry."

Ron blinked. "All this to tell us you want a new nickname?"

Hermione elbowed him, hard. "Ron, you complete asshat! She- He's telling us he wants to be a guy!"

Ron blinked again, then snorted. "Right. Sorry."

Hermione was up in a flash, hugging Harry tightly.

"Wh- Hermione!"

"I'm so proud of you! You've obviously wanted to come out for a while, and I'm so proud of you!! I support you 100%."

Harry smiled into the too-tight hug.

He glanced at Ron, and saw slight disgust on his face. His stomach dropped.

Then he realized it was worry.

"Hermione!" Ron tried to pull her off of Harry. "Please don't suffocate my best friend!"

Harry laughed.

"Yeah, I support you too, Harry." Ron hugged him too, gentler than Hermione had.

&&&&&&&&&&

Within a week, the rumor had spread. The Girl Who Lived was now The Boy Who Lived.

Everyone seemed totally okay with it.

Except...

"Hey Potter!" Terry Boot yelled from the end of the Eighth Year's shared table.

Harry ignored him. Terry had been yelling insults at him for two days. Harry ignored them. Ron almost tried to kill Terry. Hermione was still researching undetectable poisons.

"So, you're like, not even really human are you?"

Harry's head snapped up, as did all the other Eighth Years'.

"I mean," Terry continued. "You were born a fucking chick. You're either still a chick, or you're like, some kind of.."

Don't say it, don't say it, Harry thought.

"Freak."

Hermione screamed in outrage and shoved Ron back into the chair he was fighting to get out of.

Harry's eyes squeezed shut. He hated that word.

Freak. Echoed in his head. He felt sick.

A loud crunch rang through the room.

Harry turned quickly and saw Draco fucking Malfoy, his knuckles stained with blood, pure fury in his eyes.

"If anyone's a fucking freak, Boot, it's you, you unaccepting piece of shit," he growled.

Terry laid on the floor, holding his nose and groaning.

Draco walked around the table and, to everyone's surprise, wrapped his arms around Harry.

"You're not a freak, Harry," he whispered in his ear. "You're nothing but perfect. Remember that."

Everyone stared in shock as the former meanest boy in school walked out of the Great Hall.

There will be a part two.

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