Work on researching Vanishing Cabinets.

From there, both students headed to the dungeons, to their Common Room. After so long using it already, the place felt like a new home for Bathilda, and she quickly fell asleep. From there, both fell into a new routine of classes. When in the Great Hall, they’d sit together, pointendly far away from Pansy, and cuddle close. The first time they’d done it, Pansy had started to throw a fit, but a well-chosen insult from Draco had shut her up. The idea he was defending Bathilda against the Parkinson bitch made Bathilda feel pretty fantastic.

Whenever she had free time, however, it was spent in the library. The art of enchantment was high-level charms, and the ones involved in Vanishing Cabinets so complex that jumping in blind would be disastrous. Slowly, Bathilda built up a working knowledge on the basics, before starting to study the advanced magic used in that particular type of item. It was hard work, but it also came naturally to her, far more so than studying had ever come for Harry Potter.

Of course, she was feeling less and less like Harry Potter lately. Being a girl just felt so much more right, especially when she was with Draco. So far, they’d upgraded to snogging and heavy petting, but deep inside, Bathilda wanted more than anything for it to go farther. After two weeks of school, after sneaking in some alone time in an empty classroom, Bathilda was ecstatic. During their little make-out, Draco had just put his hand into her robes, and caressed her breasts. It felt good to know he desired her sexually, that under his cold exterior lay the hormonal teenage boy ready for more.

It made Bathilda think back to shortly after she’d first transformed, and what she’d done with her cousin Dudley. At the time there had been some element of fear, of shame, but now she just wanted more. It was hard to stay loyal to Draco, and not look around for someone more willing to just jump her bones already. As she walked through the hallway, her mind was so devoted to such carnal thoughts, so far away from the life of Harry Potter, that she almost didn’t understand when a passing teacher gave her a note from Dumbledore reading, “Tonight, special lesson in my office. Let no one know you’re seeing me.” Suddenly reminded who she really was, and why she was doing all this, Bathilda struggled to hold onto that train of thought. But, she recalled, she and Draco had scheduled a late night rendezvous...it seemed like he might finally give her what she wanted. Could she miss that, even for something as important as this?