A/N: Just a little idea that i've been thinking about for a while and finally decided to write. Let me know what you think!

I know first person stories sometimes don't translate so well, but for the purpose of mine, it seemed the easiest way to go.

Hermione POV:

"Oh My God."

I froze, staring avidly at my reflection in the mirror. This was a dream. This had to be a dream.

I quickly squeezed my eyes closed, my breath coming in ragged gasps. What I'd just seen – the sheer impossibility of it, the complete abandonment of logic and all sensibility – was causing me to panic. It just couldn't be happening; it was rationally and anatomically unfeasible! But my voice, my voice had sounded strange – rougher, deeper…

I opened one eye cautiously and let out a squeak as the same unnatural sight met my eyes. My hand rose involuntarily to touch my cheek, a thrill of dread rushing through my veins as I felt the cool, smooth skin.

It was real.

Draco Malfoy was standing in my room, in the exact spot where I should be. I had already broken out in a feverish, cold sweat as my brain caught up with my body, coming to the frankly terrifying conclusion that I had turned into Malfoy. But did that mean…? An ice cold numbness was spreading up my spine… It couldn't possibly mean that he had turned into me?

I shivered convulsively at the thought of Malfoy wandering round the school in my body and immediately hurried out of the room intent on finding him, not realising in time that navigating a body that was a good five inches taller than my own meant that you had to duck under some doorways.

Fantastic. Now I was Malfoy with a headache.

Draco POV

A loud, impatient hammering dragged me into consciousness.

I mentally cursed the person on the other side of the door as I opened a bleary eye to look at the clock. It was 9:30.

Groaning, I rolled over and tugged my pillow over my head. What the hell did anyone want so early? It was a Saturday for fucks sake. But then the knocking started up for a second time, possible more incessant than before and I couldn't stand to let it go on any longer. Pushing the covers away, I got to my feet and staggered to the door, ready to kill whoever it was that had disturbed my lie in.

I pulled it open moodily and as I looked up, someone with oddly familiar blond hair crashed into my chest, bundling me backwards into the room. I started swearing, but the words caught in my throat as I realised who my assailant was. It was me…

"Shit!" I yelled, leaping over the bed and trying to put as much space between me and my double. I then practically fell over in shock as I heard the sound of my own voice. I was shrill.

"What the fuck" I whispered, clutching my throat and staring wildly at the seemingly perfect vision of myself. I must be going mental.

"Draco?" The apparition asked in a hysterical squeak I didn't know I was capable of.

"What the hell are you?" I shouted, horrified all over again as it came out as a high pitched scream.

"Look in the mirror" the thing… me…. replied in a hollow whisper.

I hurried into the bathroom, desperate to find out what was going on. The other Draco followed close behind me with a frightened expression that I hoped hadn't been on my face since I was three and the stupid albino peacocks at Malfoy Manor had attacked me.

The image I saw in the mirror made my blood turn cold. It was literally the last thing in the world I would have expected and more disturbing than I could ever have imagined. Long brown hair, large dark eyes and an alarmingly voluptuous figure; I was looking at an utterly dismayed reflection of Hermione Granger.

For the first time in both our lives, words failed me.

"We've switched" the other Draco croaked, biting down on his bottom lip in a way that was achingly familiar...

"Granger?" I moaned, the realisation hitting me like a train. "You're me?"

Surely that didn't mean I was her? I couldn't be a girl! No fucking way had I turned into that stuck up mudblood.

But she was nodding in an infuriatingly knowing way.

"And I'm you" she agreed. I stared at her in horrified silence.

"Why?"

"I have no idea." Hermione suddenly found that she was very angry and very articulate. "But this kind of thing could only be achieved through powerful dark magic, and out of the two of us, I think you're the one who is slightly more clued up on that front. Just look at your stupid family. This kind of prank smacks all over of Slytherin's who think they're being funny but are actually being immature and dangerous."

She folded her arms and surveyed me sternly. It was the weirdest experience being told off by myself and I was slightly taken aback until I realised what she meant.

"You don't think I did this?" I demanded, "Why the hell would I want to be you? I can't imagine anything worse."

"Well I certainly didn't do it" Hermione snapped, "and I'm not exactly thrilled either."

I gaped at her, all of my incredulity suddenly replaced with anger. "At least you get to be me! I definitely got the worst end of this deal. I'm stuck being a frizzy haired mudblood."

"Oh that's rich!" she flared up. "Because you're so great are you? An obnoxious, egotistical ferret!"

Then without warning, there was an ear splitting bang and a dazzling flash of gold seared across my vision.

"Ahhhh!" I yelled, diving across my bed for the second time that morning.

"Fawkes!" Hermione gasped, gazing in astonishment at the great amber bird that had just materialised in the room. Well that was just typical. Granger was on speaking terms with the phoenix.

Picking myself up from the ground I watched as she went over and began stroking Dumbledore's pathetic pet.

"What does it want?" I asked, not bothering to keep the disdain from my voice.

"It's a letter from Dumbledore" she said in surprise, unrolling the piece of parchment that she had taken from the bird's beak. I strode across to her and began reading the thin slanted script. Even in this stressful situation the irony didn't escape me; I was reading over my own shoulder.

Dear Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger,

As I am sure you are aware, this year you have attained the positions of head boy and girl, and, as I am also sure you are aware (being two of the brightest students in the school) you have swapped bodies.

What I am about to reveal to you is an ancient Hogwarts tradition, one, though highly weird and wonderful, is not to be taken lightly. This switching of persons is a challenge which is supposed to teach you leadership, tolerance, determination in the face of adversity and an insight into a different world. As have generations of head boys and girls before you, you will spend the rest of the term as each other, attending respective classes and attempting, as much as possible, to fit seamlessly into the other's life.

You are forbidden to tell anybody else of this change and if you endeavour to disclose the information in this letter, then you will find yourself unable to speak until you decide to conform. These may seem stringent rules, but they are necessary for the full learning experience, and after a term I am certain you will agree that it was worth it.

Hoping you are well,

Professor Dumbledore

By the time I had finished reading the letter, everything had started to seem slightly less horrifying and had struck me as having the potential to be comical (sure, it was still deeply disturbing, but being a Slytherin meant that you developed a kind of immunity to messed up situations.)

I turned to look at Hermione, who was visibly seething and began to laugh. Now I knew this wasn't a permanent change, I could see that there might be some advantages to the switch. This could be entertaining. Or, if you preferred to look at it the other way round, deeply uncomfortable for Granger...

"How can you find this funny!" Hermione demanded, her eyes glittering dangerously. "We're stuck being each other for the rest of term! The rest of term, Malfoy! What about NEWTS?"

"Don't worry" I smirked, pointing at a line in the letter," it says we'll still be going to lessons and stuff… just you'll be a Slytherin, and I'll be a Gryffindor."

"But this is insane! What could Dumbledore possibly believe we would gain from this?"

"Now think Granger, did you ever express the desire for a penis in front of him?" I drawled.

"You are unbelievable!" She snarled, turning on her heel and storming out of the room. I followed after her, entirely at ease. Now this was the kind of thing I could deal with; Granger angry and me being the one who had pissed her off.

"Hey Granger, where are you going?"

"Away from you. You are so impossible!"

I sped up so that I was ahead of her as we reached the doorway. "You can't go out you know."

"And why ever not?" she demanded, attempting to shove past me to the door.

Frustrated, I grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her against the wall. She looked up at me crossly and it dawned on me that in my body she could easily overpower me. Thankfully this didn't seem to have occurred to her yet and she didn't struggle as I stared stonily up at her.

"Because I don't go round throwing hissy fits, and the minute you leave the Head's dormitory, you're not Hermione Granger anymore, you're Draco Malfoy. You'll screw my life up."

"And why shouldn't I screw your life up?" she replied quietly, meeting my gaze with a vicious expression on her face.

"Well quite aside from wanting to please your precious Dumbledore and stick to the stupid rules he created, I could just as easily fuck yours up Granger. And what's more, I'd do it better." I released her wrists and threw her a cold look as I turned to walk back to my room.

A few minutes later, she joined me. Her expression had turned from angry to weary and she slumped down against the wall, wrapping her arms around her knee's.

"Bugger."

"You're bloody right" I muttered, more to myself than to her (I wasn't about to agree with any sentiment a Gryffindor had made.) If she went round in my body throwing tantrums and generally being a hormonal bitch, then my reputation would be ruined. It wasn't a question of messing around with her life anymore, it was making sure she didn't completely destroy mine. If I wanted to get through this year with the title of prince of Slytherin still in tact, then she'd have to undergo a rapid Malfoy crash course.

"Hey Granger" I said, softly this time. "We can do this, alright? All we need to do is act like each other. Just don't ponce around crying, ok?"

She sniffed. "So what are we going to do?"

"We just fit flawlessly into our new lives. You tell me everything about you. I'll tell you everything about me."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and in that instant her expression was exactly one of my own. "Everything Malfoy? Do I really want to know every single detail of your squalid sexual encounters?"

I grinned, the future looking considerably brighter. "It'll be the hottest thing your innocent ears ever heard."

Hermione blanched.

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