That morning had been filled with Chaos. Not only had Theo been beside himself with panic at waking up this way, but then Pansy had appeared as well, changed. All three of them, changed. Theo and Draco into blonde, feminine versions of themselves, and Pansy into a figure so much like her own brother. They were in a right state, as one could always imagine. But freaking out hardly was something Draco could do. Theo depended on him, and even though Pansy was a strong individual, he in no way was going to shoulder the burden upon her to keep everything together.
With Pansy's help, he was dressed in appropriate clothing. It was a periwinkle dress, and it fit his smaller, more curvy form well. After fashioning shoes to go along with the dress, he had then left for a brief trip to the Ministry while Theo rested.
He had sent an owl ahead of time, explaining what had happened to him and his friends to his colleagues, and had been informed upon reply he wasn't the only one. So he came in for the notes he needed for his private research, expecting to have test run on him before leaving. He was standing in the lift, a cloak of dark, dusky purple wrapped about him, hood thrown back, when he stepped onto the lift. Harry bloody Potter. As if the day wasn't horrid enough, now Harry was going to see him like this. Draco was miffed to see that, as a female, he was shorter than Harry. He'd gotten such pleasure out of being taller...
All he had to do was stay quiet, and Harry likely wouldn't notice. The Department of Mysteries came up, and still Harry was on the lfit. He frowned. Damn.
He let Harry step out first and came out behind him, still quiet. Then...
"Oi, Malfoy, is that you?!" The daggers he glared at his imbecile of an assistant could have killed... if he were male, tall, and male. Now, however, it was softened by a pretty face and the idiot began to chortle. "Oh, this is great! Always knew you'd make a pretty girl!"
he had his wand out, gray eyes stormy and promising death. "Keep laughing, Jonson, and you'll find yourself in an early grave." He growled in his light, feminine voice, advancing on the idiot, which meant passing Potter, but right now.. his focus was upon maiming. At least the idiot now look concerned.