Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter and/or Draco Malfoy, I would not be wasting my time writing about their love affairs. I would be watching.

Summary: It's 5th year and Potter's finally fallen from his pedestal. Draco thinks it's the best thing that's ever happened to him. But when a Potions mishap puts Draco in Potter's place, is he able to handle it?

Warning: Umbridge hatred (though I think everyone likes that); strong language; Seamus Finnegan bashing; BOY-ON-BOY: this is a DracoXHarry fanfiction. If you don't like it, DON'T READ IT. There will be mature scenes (sex, masturbation. Not hard to understand that 15 year old boys get horny). IT'S RATED M FOR A REASON. That is all. And yes, this was inspired by Freaky Friday (the BOOK, not the movie. Movie SUCKED and followed nearly nothing from the book).

This is set during the fifth book.

Twists, Turns, and Takeovers: Prologue

Incommensurable

"Oh, look, there goes our Savior." Draco sneered, crossing his arms over his chest.

Potter glared back at him. "Shove off, Malfoy."

"Why should I? You can't go a damn thing about it, remember? I'm a prefect." Draco pointed to the badge on his chest. "That means I can do whatever I want!"

"Piss off, Malfoy." Weasley snapped. "I'm a prefect too, remember that? You can't just prance around as if you own the place, so shut up, before I rip your damn mouth off!"

"Ten points from Gryffindor for vulgar language." Snape's soft, dangerous drawl came from behind the Gryffindors. Draco smirked victoriously at Potter, who glared back with venom. The students filed into the dungeon classroom. Draco felt like whooping as he saw a couple of Gryffindors shove past Potter and his gang. It was a fantastic year so far - Potter was hated! Finally, Draco was above Potter.

Damn well took long enough.

Draco took his seat next to Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise. He nearly cheered when a Gryffindor actually got up to move from his seat next to Potter. "I don't think I've ever been happier before in my life." he crowed victoriously.

"That's sad, Draco." Blaise commented nonchalantly, scribbling something down in his notebook like the studious little prat he was.

"I don't care at this point." Draco leaned back in his chair and blew an over-exaggerated kiss to Potter when the raven looked over. Potter scowled, and gave Draco a two-fingered gesture that lost Gryffindor another ten points.

"Now, if everyone's done being inarticulate buffoons, turn to page one-hundred ninety-six in your books. Today, we shall be brewing a potion that shall help one get inside the mind of an enemy. It is called Elixir of Veritas, which means 'there is truth'." Snape went on to explain the specific properties of the potion. Draco tuned him out, instead focusing on Potter.

He looked exhausted. Draco almost felt bad for him. Almost. It did him some good to not look so damned happy-go-lucky all the time. The boy's skin was sickly pale, and he had dark purple bags under his eyes that rivaled their Defense professor from third year's. Potter's head kept drooping, and once or twice he nearly slammed his forehead against his textbook. He had an expression on his face that made him look as if he was either going to crack and kill them all, or break down and cry. Draco was hoping for the second, it would have been amazing.

A small ball of crumpled parchment flew from the back of the Gryffindor section of the dungeons and hit Potter in the back of the head. Aside from his knuckles whitening around his quill, he showed no sign of noticing. Draco snickered. Oh, what a lovely day it was.

Blaise kicked Draco under the table. Draco scowled as he rubbed his shin. "Are you paying attention? This is a hard potion."

Draco rolled his eyes, dismissing Blaise's concern. "I could do this in my sleep."

"Come on, then. Help me set this all up or we'll fail." Blaise cleared the table of their books and set up the two cauldrons. Technically, they were supposed to work in pairs instead of groups, but Draco and Blaise never saw the harm in helping each other make two potions. Crabbe and Goyle were both rather useless at Potions. Snape never said anything, and so it was how they had always brewed. It was better that way. Draco sent Goyle for the ingredients, and had Crabbe find the page.

"You're a lazy tosser." Blaise scowled. "Do you ever do anything?"

"I'm supervising." Draco said innocently.

"True to Malfoy style." Blaise shot back.

"I dare you to say that to my father."

"Why do you always assume that I would be that stupid?"

The four managed to make it through about half the potion's instructions before a startled cry brought their attention to the other side of the dungeon.

"Neville, no!" Granger shrieked. "You can't add that yet, I told you -"

The rest of her sentence was cut off as Longbottom's cauldron exploded. Potter, the closest to the cauldron as he was Longbottom's partner, was thrown forward harshly over the desks. Draco could have sworn that he saw Potter shove Longbottom out of the way first. Typical Gryffindor. He landed with a sickening crunch (that Draco hoped hurt) on the cold stone floor, and didn't get up. The rest of the class started screaming as the cauldron began spitting up lava-like spurts of potion. Anything touched by the green liquid instantly began smoking, and it started a frenzy of students running as far away from the cauldron as possible.

"Uh, Draco?" Blaise peered cautiously over the rim of one of their cauldrons as it began to emit plumes of leaf green smoke. "I don't think it's supposed to turn yellow."

Draco frowned. No, that was wrong. It should be green, like the colour of the smoke. Yellow was a very bad colour for the potion itself to be. When he checked the potion to make sure that it was yellow, and simply not a very light green, sure enough, it was daffodil yellow.

Oh shit.

"Back up," Draco ordered in a wavering voice. The smoke was drifting all around his head, entrapping him in a cocoon of sweet-smelling haze. "We let it simmer for too long. Oh, fuck, this isn't good -get away from the smoke!"

"What's going to happen?" Blaise was nearly six feet away and was still backing up.

"The fumes…" Draco felt lightheaded. "…Poisonous…"

The room swayed and spun. Draco was dizzy and felt highly nauseous. His mouth went dry, his throat felt like sandpaper, and his eyesight blurred. He saw Potter stand up out of the corner of his eye. The raven held his right arm close to his body, and when he looked up Draco was caught in the firm gaze of a pair of strong green eyes. Draco couldn't tear his eyes away from the green, even as the room spun in fast circles. He was vaguely aware of the sensation of falling before everything went black.

I'm baaa~aack! 3 Did ya'll miss me?

I wasn't going to post this until after I finished replying to all of the reviews from Baby Mama Drama, but I'm beginning to think that may never happen. *faints* There's so many! It may take me a while, but I promise I will reply to everyone! That's one thing you can always count on - if you sign in, I will reply. :) And I want to thank everyone again for all of the reviews, faves and alerts! It really makes me happy, and helps me out when I'm having a bad day. =D

So, this shouldn't be too long of a story, somewhere between 5 and 10 chapters. But, knowing me, it'll run away from me and end up being 20, 25 chapters. XD This is the prologue, and I hope that you like the rest of the story! The updates will very probably be spaced far apart, simply because I'm rarely on my computer at all nowadays. I didn't think it'd be this hectic, but ever since I started school in September life has been out of control! It should be a little better now, since I'm done with soccer and I can't go skiing until there's more snow on the ground. XD I didn't think my junior year of high school would be this crazy, but it is! :O And college hunting - my GOD, don't get me started on that. :) So, anyways, I'll be updating this story, but it may take a while inbetween updates. Just stick with it, I'll make sure I finish it! :)