Chapter 1- A Spell Gone Wrong

Draco Malfoy sat in his Head Boy's dorm, trying for what seemed to be the hundredth time a complicated, switching spell that Professor Flitwick had taught earlier at Charms.

Damn that little pipsqueak of a Professor! He sighed. It seemed like he would never get this spell right. Unless…

Never! He would never ask that snobby bookworm for help. Hell would have to freeze over first.

He was sure that this spell was bound to come up in their NEWTs. He would never get anything done at the rate he was going. He sighed, getting up to go to the Head's Common Room where he knew Hermione was. Maybe hell has frozen over.

Hermione Granger had changed over the summer between sixth and seventh year. Her frizzy, unmanageable hair had gotten somewhat tamer, flowing in loose ringlets down her back. She had developed curves in all the right places that even Draco Malfoy couldn't ignore.

He stood behind her, trying to get her attention. When she continued to ignore him, he coughed.

"What is it this time, Malfoy?" Hermione asked exasperatedly, not taking her eyes off her book, her back to him.

"Well … uhm, I was wondering if you could sorta help me with the switching charm Flitwick taught us."

Hermione turned around slowly, looking incredulous.

"The Draco Malfoy, asking for help from a lowly person such as myself?" Hermione said mockingly.

"Well, I can't be perfect in everything now, can I?" Draco said, smugly.

Hermione snorted. The ass was so full of himself, she wondered how he managed to fit food and drink in himself as well. "Fine," she grumbled, wondering if she was going to regret what she was about to do. "I'll help you."

Draco was shocked. He wasn't really expecting Hermione to help him. He probably just came here to annoy her.

Twenty minutes later, the two teens still weren't making any progress with the advanced charm that would make whatever it hit turn into something it was the complete opposite of. Hermione had mastered the spell in their earlier Charms classroom, where she had made a rock turn soft and a wooden chair turn metal.

"Malfoy, the trick is in the wrist movement," Hermione explained patiently "upwards, then a sudden downwards jerk."

Draco ran his ands through his hair frustratedly.

"Argh, I'm trying, alright?" he said, looking up from the glass of water he was aiming for. "Reversi," he said, not really looking at his target. Miraculously, the spell worked. Unfortunately, the spell did not hit the water inside the glass, but instead hit the glass the water was in.

The glass and water acted like some sort of spectrum, splitting the orange beam of light in two and hitting both Hermione and Draco squarely in the chests.

The last thing Draco remembered before he passed out was looking into Hermione's warm, chocolate brown eyes.

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Draco woke up, trying to blink the dazzling rays of sunshine that were frying his eyes away. He looked around. Lying not two feet away from him was a tall, slightly muscular boy with wavy brown hair, apparently still fast asleep. What a hunk!

Draco mentally shook himself. Where did that thought come from? It sounded like something a girl would say er, think. Suddenly, all of the past night's events came flowing suddenly into his brain. Oh. My. God.

He immediately rushed to the nearest mirror, feeling something particularly bouncy on his chest while he ran, his robes and trousers feeling too long.

When he finally got to the floor length mirror that hung on one of the walls, he gasped. Staring right back at him was a girl with pearly white skin, straight, silky, shoulder length hair and light grey eyes.

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Hermione sat up, her back aching from sleeping on such a hard surface. Wait a minute, why exactly was she sleeping on such a hard surface anyway? Then, she remembered what happened last night. She gasped.

The reverse charm had never been tested on a human before. Hermione didn't now what the effect could possibly be. She was soon to find out.

She got up, noticing that the ground seemed to be further away than it usually was and that her hair wasn't getting into her eyes, unlike what it usually did. Her chest was very flat, no sign of her boobs anywhere.

I need to get to a mirror!

She looked wildly around, and noticed for the first time the blonde girl who was currently examining herself in the mirror. Yes! A mirror!

She ran towards the mirror and felt something swinging between her legs while she did. She stood beside the girl. Hmmm, that girl looked sorta familiar.

"Malfoy?"

"Granger?"

They both looked very shocked. Draco made a very pretty girl while Hermione made a very strapping lad.

"This is just great, what are we going to do now?" Draco whined.

"I should be the one complaining here you know," growled Hermione "it was you who got us into this mess in the first place." she said, jabbing Malfoy in the chest. It was soft.

"Owww," whined Malfoy again "that hurt, you know, I've got these now," he said, cupping both his breasts.

"That's just indecent," Hermione said making a face "we'll have to see if any of my bras fit you."

"They won't," said Draco smugly "mine are obviously bigger than yours were."

After much squabbling, Draco finally let himself be led into Hermione's neat and tidy room to try on some clothes.

"No peeking!" Draco said, marching to the other side of the room.

Luckily for him, Hermione's clothes, underwear and all, fit him just right.

"Eurgh, Granger," he said, when he had looked at Hermione's wardrobe. "I am so going shopping next Hogsmeade weekend for some clothes."

Hermione snorted. Draco had not been a girl for one day and he was already acting like Parvati and Lavender.

After donning some of Draco's clothes that thankfully fit her well, Hermione noticed Draco staring at her for some reason.

"What're you looking at, Malfoy?" said Hermione, who, unlike Draco, was not used to girls ogling at her. She turned around and felt herself examine Draco's body.

Hmmm, not bad. Draco actually looks pretty hot. She gasped out loud when she realized what she was saying. Although she admitted to herself that Draco looked pretty handsome in his male form, she was definitely not going to check out a girl, which proved to be very hard un this situation.

"Nothing," Draco stammered, turning pink "Anyway, what are we gonna do about this?" he asked, gesturing to his and Hermione's bodies.

"Well," said Hermione thoughtfully, not noticing how Draco had just abruptly changed the subject "I suppose the best thing we can do now is to ask Professor Dumbledore for help."

Draco snorted. "That old fart?"

Hermione glared at him. If looks could kill, Draco would be dead ten times over by now.