ok but au where draco is a trans guy and not out at school (excuse my Shit Writing, also tw for misgendering (kinda), dysphoria, internalized homophobia, and unsafe binding)
on his first train ride into hogwarts, he introduces himself to harry as “malfoy, lyra malfoy.” when ron scoffs at his name, he feels offended. this boy - this weasley - has the gall to insult the blacks’ naming traditions. sure, his name doesn’t quite feel like it’s the best fit for him, but who is ron to question lucius and narcissa’s choices?
in third year, draco is beginning to realize his identity. in astronomy class, he notices people looking at him when professor sinastra starts talking about constellations. this gets him thinking about what he might go by when - or, rather, if - he ever opens up about himself. eventually, he decides on naming himself after the constellation draco - it’s near the constellation from which his birth name came, but it’s larger and far more graceful. ((i could go on for ages about how and why he chose this name oh gosh))
in the summer between his third and fourth year, dobby notices “mistress lyra” sitting at his vanity and pulling his hair back, pinching and pushing at his face to try and match what he thinks it should look like. after a couple minutes, he stands up, turns to the side, and, with a cautious swish of his wand, flattens his chest. he notices dobby before he can disapparate, and his heart seizes up along with his hands around the house-elf’s shoulders. the house-elf will not tell his master about this.
during the next school year, he starts to really notice the boys at hogwarts. when he starts to develop feelings for them, he takes it as proof that his discomfort with his gendered treatment s just fetishization. i mean, he can’t possibly be a boy if he wants to be with one.
behind a magically locked door and an anti-apparation charm this time, fifteen-year-old draco experiments with appearance alteration spells. he starts with strengthening his jaw, then his brow, trying to emulate the features of those boys he’s admired at school. he doesn’t want to change them back.
sometime around january in his fifth year, he magically alters his face and build ever so slightly in the prefects’ bathroom before going down to the library. nobody really seems to notice. he doesn’t know whether to be glad or not.
in his sixth year, he spends a lot of his evenings huddled up in the corner of his bed. between this impossible task (”i am hesitant to give such an assignment to the likes of you,” voldemort had said, eyeing him up and down, “but who who else am i to trust at that damned place?”) and the growing feeling of dread about how everyone sees him, has seen him, will always see him, he feels completely helpless. he picks up the habit of picking at his skin. he keeps the bed curtains closed to try and forget which dormitory he’s in.
in the battle at the end of that year, he receives a wide, deep wound on his chest. madame pomfrey, of course, is able to fix a good bit of the damage, but she still bandages his chest so that it can heal as completely as possible. while she jokingly apologizes to draco for decreasing his bust size, he’s mesmerized with how his torso looks. how could he not have thought of this before? from then on, he conjures bandages like those (charmed to feel more natural against his skin) and uses them every day.
for some reason, in his seventh year, he feels less anxious about how everyone sees him. by this time, he’s come almost completely to terms with himself, and he figures that his peers are as afraid of him now as they would be if they knew he was a boy.
after voldemort’s death, he returns to hogwarts for his eighth year in an attempt to regain his reputation, but he drops out soon because he thinks theres really no point. he doesn’t really keep in touch with his old friends. however, one of potter’s friends, of all people, is one of the first people to reach out to him, albeit after a few months. he doesn’t really see any similarity between the two of them, save for their ridiculously blond hair, but fuck it, she’s someone to talk to.
she eventually becomes his best friend - a real friend, not a sidekick like crabbe and goyle or a our-parents-are-in-a-terrorist-group-together buddy like zabini or parkinson. after a long while - a year, maybe even two - he comes out to her, second-guessing himself the whole time.
she suggests that he make an announcement in her family’s publication, the quibbler. he takes it up.
the wizarding world learns to know him as draco malfoy, the boy who made all the wrong choices.