A Different Perspective

A Dramione Fanfic - When a transfiguration spell goes wrong, a series of events lead to Hermione being stuck with Draco for a...long...time. HGDM! Hope u like ;)

A/N: This is my first ever solo fanfic! Plz don't judge; I'm not great at writing but I love this ship too much that I would love to share this story.

* disclaimer: NO I don't own any of the Harry Potter Universe. Sadly.

Draco: YEAH DAS RITE, NO ONE OWNS ME

Hermione: *winks*We'll see

Draco: *grumbles*

Chapter 1

Hermione

Transfiguration is like a sanctuary for me, after all McGonagall is practically the only Gryffindor teacher that was here in my sixth year. Nearly all my friends had left to make a living, some of which hadn't even taken their N.E.W.T.'s!

Despite all the effort I put into convincing Harry and Ron to come back, they were both insistent that they go out and find jobs. Not that it was very difficult, of course. I mean, the Boy Who Lived, looking for a job? Why, he could have become a healer and not even needed any N.E.W.T.'s! As for Ron, well, he follows Harry everywhere. Not that I care anymore. I remember his words all too clearly…

"Ron! We've finally done it!" I cried, hugging him. We were in a small coffee shop near Hogsmead, a little place that I'd been to before. "Yeah…listen, 'mione, there's something that I have to tell you…" Ron mumbled, avoiding my quizzical look.

"Whatever do you mean?" I asked, clutching at his arm. Ron began to look even more uncomfortable, shifting around in his seat. "I…I can't do this anymore. We're just not meant for each other, 'mione." he muttered, looking at the ceiling of the shop. I was beginning to get more and more confused. "Ron, tell me what you mean!" I said, my voice getting higher and higher as I became agonised. I started to shake his wrists.

He pulled his hands sharply backwards, and in that instant, I knew exactly what he meant. "I want to break up with you."

I ran from that shop, knowing that I'd never go back, whilst a red-headed fool got up to pay the bill.

I shook my head, trying not to remember the most painful incident of my life. Pushing the wooden door open, I stepped inside the classroom. A rather strange sight met my eyes, before I reminded myself that, since there were so little students willing to come to Hogwarts after the battle, all the houses had joint lessons. There just weren't enough people to fill more than one class at a time.

As I walked to my normal desk, I realised that it was taken. So I manoeuvred around and tried to find another seat. Except there weren't any. Everywhere I looked, the seats were full. Oh, but not quite. With a sinking feeling, I saw that the only available seat was the one next to the most hated boy in the school. Draco Malfoy.

Shoot. Thought Hermione. This is gonna be one HELL of a lesson.

Draco

Granger was scanning the room is a last desperate attempt to find a seat that wasn't occupied. Good luck with that one! I snickered to myself in glee. Then I remembered that I'd have to sit next to her as soon as she'd stopped that ridiculous 'observing' of the classroom. I grimaced. A filthy muggle born, sitting next to me, a pure blood. How degrading. A snarl replaced my smile, and I eyed her apprehensively. Dirty, smarmy little mud -

NO. I won't say that. That's my father's saying. And I'm not my father. Still, she annoys me up the wall! I thought, my resolve to be courteous. "Don't even think about commenting, ferret," she snarled. Well. There goes my 'Be Kind To The Filth' plan.

I started waving at the window. "What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?!" she hissed, fear tinging her insult.

"Simply waving goodbye to the idea of being courteous to you, as you seem set on being scum to me."

"How dare you call me scum!" she raged, her voice rising in volume and pitch. "Hush now, Granger, or your precious McGonagall will hear you," I reminded her. She flipped her head around, anxiety written all over her face. But she had nothing to worry about. The daft old bird hadn't heard a word she'd said.

Nervously, Granger turned herself around to face the board, where McGonagall was writing a new spell on the board. "Today, class, we will be learning the Contraria Permuto spell. This incantation is very difficult, and only the top students will master it in this lesson. It MAY or MAY NOT be in your N.E.W.T.'s, so pay attention carefully." Halfway through the old bat's explanation, I got bored and relieved myself by playing with a coil of the lowly Muggle Born's hair. It had been floating in the wind, and I was currently poking it with a pencil, watching in amusement as it bounced back and forth when an irritating voice cut my train of the thought. "Stop it, Malfoy."

"I can do what I want."

"No you can't! there are rules here, y'know."

"But the Rule Book doesn't contain any rules on playing with frizzy, unkempt hair, now, does it?" I asked, unable to keep a triumphant smirk off my face. She growled at me, then swivelled around to face the board once again. "…and that's how to perform the spell without any mishaps. Now, get going." McGonagall ordered.

In light of our situation, Miss Know-It-All looked at me, petrification dawning on her face. We had to perform the spell, and we didn't even know how! Grumbling to myself, I went to grab the necessary equipment. Everyone seemed to have a slip of tin foil, a goblet and a plate. Setting the objects out in what I thought was the right placing, I stood back. "We should do the spell at the same time," she suggested, looking at me for my approval. Nodding my head, we stood facing each other. "On the count of three," I whispered as I drew out my wand, "One…Two…Three! Contraria Permuto!" we yelled, blasts of yellow light coming from our wands shooting towards the objects. other than the fact that they weren't! The foil had reflected the spell and now the light was travelling towards…us!

With a resonating CRASH!, I fell backwards into the table. Hitting my, head, I passed into unconsciousness and drifted away.

Hermione

A soft, calming light was the first thing I saw. My eyes now open, I gathered that I had been hit by the light emitted from Draco's wand in Transfiguration, and that I was now in the Hospital Wing. Sitting up, I tried to get out of bed. That was when I noticed my hands. Big, rough things. And come to think of it, my legs felt awfully bare and…heavy. How did this come to pass? I wondered. Ripping the bedclothes off, I finally realised what had happened to me.

I screamed. A low, guttural sound came out of my throat, and Madam Pomfrey rushed into the room. "Good Heavens, Hermione, what's all the fuss abou- GOOD HEAVENS, HERMIONE! What happened?!" she screeched, bustling over to me. I was speechless. What the hell had happened?! How did I become a...BOY?!

I nearly started to cry, but Pomfrey was hushing me and had found some spare robes for me. With a pang, I realised that they were Slytherin robes, but I put them on anyway, grimacing at the thought that a boy from the evil house had used to wear these.

A thought hit me; without thinking, I shouted: "MALFOY! Where is he?" Madam Pomfrey looked at me like I'd grown another head, but answered anyway. "Over there, dear." Then catching on to what I was shrieking about, she blanched and jogged over to him. Yanking back the covers, she whimpered as my thoughts were proven correct. Instead of the tall, slender frame of the ferret, there lay a beautiful girl with long platinum hair. She was sleeping deeply, and it was then that I understood what the spell had done. "Contraria...Permuto! swap to the opposite!" I yelled in realisation. the penny had dropped. And Malfoy was awake. Oh Boy.

Draco

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I felt awfully uncomfortable, and my legs felt way too hot. A very long lock of blonde hair fell, framing my face. I stared at it and felt even more confused. What was this doing he- "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGHH!" I screamed, the shout echoing around the Hospital ward. Then my eyes met an even weirder sight. One that I wouldn't forget. Not if I lived to be one hundred.

"And you are?" I questioned, then went pale. My voice! When did it get this...feminine? And my hands, a-and my HAIR?! I screeched silently. "Come on, Malfoy, you don't recognise me?" said a snarky voice from over the room. "Ah, that may be because WE WEREN'T LISTENING IN TRANSFIGURATION AND OUR SPELLS HIT EACH OTHER!" he shouted, angriness filling his face. Oh. Wait a minute.

No.

No no no.

"Granger?" I whispered hoarsely. "What have we done?!"

And so we sat for quite some time, just ogling each other. I felt some of my usual nastiness seep back, and I smirked at her, my lip curling. "what, can't get enough of me, even if I'm a girl?" I said just to wind her up.

"N-no! I mean, y-yes! Wait! What?" she stammered. i was so close to laughter that I had to cover my mouth. She - he was blushing profusely already, and red tinge creeping up her - his cheeks. I looked away quickly. Why should I even look at her (or was it a 'him'?), scum of the Wizarding world? Heck, I didn't even know how to refer to her - him! "M-malfoy...let's just stick with the fact that I'm really a girl, and that you're really a boy. Alright?" she muttered. i nodded in agreement, my neck stiff. Being a girl was going to take some getting use to...