Title: Exchange
Author: Mistress Silver
Pairings(s): Harry/Draco/Lucius
Warning: The following piece is rated R (for later chapters). It contains SLASH, which is homosexual relationships, so if you are offended by that or are not of legal age in your area then please click the back button on your browser and find yourself something else. Constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated but flames will be mocked and ignored. [Beginning of fic is a slight spin-off of 'Freaky Friday'.]
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, characters, names and all related indicia are property of J.K. Rowling. I am just borrowing them all for a bit and am not making a cent off this. I'm sure Rowling won't mind, it anything she will be (should be) flattered that people like her books enough to write pieces of their own about them.
CHAPTER 1 – Expect The UnexpectedHarry Potter looked around the Common Room with a sigh. Another year of Hogwarts at its end. Once the June exams were over, there was only a week or so until he had to go back home. If you could ever call a place where everybody could not stand you a home. He looked at his two best friends beside him. Hermione Granger was leafing through a giant book called Ancient Runes for Dummies, trying to find some sort of detail she forgot to mention in her 11 rolls of study parchments. Ron Weasley was frantically trying to memorize all the ingredients for an Invisibility Solution, which Seamus Finnigan said he would be tested on in the Potions exam. The rest of the Common Room was packed with students in groups of two and three, trying to cram last minute reading and studying before their exams.
Harry let out a sigh. Hard as he tried he simply could not concentrate when all his thoughts were on how much he did not want summer vacation to come. He would do anything to remain at Hogwarts. He would even take two Potions exams! Even Professor Snape seemed better than the Dursleys at the moment. With another sigh he cast his eyes on the Herbology parchment before him and tried to read it.
Draco Malfoy cracked a porcelain smile when Crabbe and Goyle helped each other finish a joke about how poor the Weasleys were. In truth he was in no mood to smile, even at the usual wisecracks that he loved to make himself, because summer vacation was only a few weeks away and he was dreading it with every fiber of his being. He loved his family, really, he just could not stand them. One of them at least. Draco shuddered thinking of his father, Lucius Malfoy. He tried to avoid that man even in his thoughts. An unwanted memory appeared in his mind; Draco was ten years old, eleven soon. He had just received a letter of acceptance from the Hogwarts School of WitchCraft and Wizardry. His father decided to take him to Diagon Alley to buy all his supplies immediately. On their way home, in the carriage, Draco began to play with his wand – swishing it around testily and saying random words. Lucius grabbed his waving hand in stern amusement. Draco subsided instantly, fearing being reprimanded, but instead his father proceeded in telling him how to hold his wand properly. He took the wand-holding hand in one palm, and slowly wrapped around Draco's frail waist with the other. At first the embrace was innocently awkward, but it became fully uncomfortable once Lucius allowed his free hand to travel to the inside of Draco's thigh.
Draco forced the memory out of his mind before it progressed and flashed another fake grin and a joke someone cracked. He would rather have to live with a Gryffindor for the rest of his life. Even, say, Potter seemed better than his father at the moment.
The exams passed. So did the remainder of the school year. It was the very last day before summer vacation and everyone was packing their things. Both Harry and Draco were putting their clothes away with an intensifying sense of dread. Harry was closing his owl Hedwig's cage, thinking how Mr. Dursley was going to complain about its making noise again. Draco was putting his Quidditch uniform into his trunk trying not to think about his father's unnatural "welcome home" greetings. Suddenly Harry plopped on his bed and Draco sank onto his. They both stared into space. They both sighed. And they both uttered, "I really wish I did not have to go home." A brilliant flash exploded at their foreheads and they were knocked unconscious on their beds.
Harry opened his eyes with a start and winced. He had a splitting headache. Sitting up slowly he rubbed his forehead and looked around for his glasses. He suddenly realized he did not need them because his vision was unexpectedly flawless. Only then did he take in the odd appearance of his room. It was all green, with silver snakes imprinted here and there. He looked down at his bedspread – green. He noticed the neatly folded Quidditch robes before him – green, and with a Slytherin logo no less! Harry suddenly felt panicky. What on earth happened? One minute he was sitting on his bed, wishing he never had to see his "home" again, and the next he was in the Slytherin dormitories!
"I've got to get out of here," he muttered standing up. Spotting the door he made for it, but caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror on the wall. He froze and backtracked. Then slowly turned and looked into the mirror. At him stared the absolutely astonished reflection of Draco Malfoy.
Draco opened his eyes groggily as someone shook him awake.
"Lemme 'lone," he mumbled and turned over. However he was instantly shaken again. He waved an irritated hand without opening his eyes. "Go 'way! Head hurts…"
Someone behind him sighed impatiently. "Honestly!" said a vaguely familiar voice and he was roughly grabbed by the shoulder and turned over. "Harry, wake up, the Hogwarts Express is leaving in twenty minutes!"
That got his attention. He popped one eye open and tried focusing on the speaker. It was in vain, however, because all he could see was a brown and black blur. He opened the other eye – no help. Finally he sat up and rubbed both eyes to clear them, but when he stopped his vision only worsened.
"What the bloody hell…" he muttered. Then suddenly his eyes flew open wide and he sprang up from his bed, holding his head frantically, "Bugger! I'm going blind!"
The brown and black blur scoffed, reached over, and put something over his nose and eyes that immediately cleared his vision. Draco blinked at the smug Hermione Granger.
"You're not blind, just stupid," she chuckled. "Now come on, or we'll miss our ride home. Ron's waiting for us in the Common Room, hurry and gather your things." She turned, her billowing hair brushing over his face, and flounced out of the room.
Draco scowled. "Is this a joke or something, I don't wear glasses and I don't talk to mudbloods – the hell's she doing in my room anyway!" he exclaimed and snatched off the glasses but realized that he really could not see past his nose. With a curse he put them back on again and put his hands on his hips, glaring at his bed. It was maroon, with a large, golden lion in the middle of the bedspread. His eyes widened and he looked around him. He was standing in the middle of the Gryffindor Boys' 6th Year Dormitory. A terrifying thought crossed his mind. He looked around frantically for a mirror and when he did not see one he sprinted towards the restroom.
Draco opened the door and gaped at the mirror. With a drawing breath he opened his mouth. A horror-stricken Harry Potter reflected his scream.
Harry stumbled down the hallway in a dumbfounded stupor. Crabbe and Goyle were on either side of him, carrying his belongings – or Draco's, rather.
How could this have happened, he thought. And worse off, what am I going to do about it? I can't go to Malfoy Manor because I'm sure as hell not a Malfoy. But who's gonna believe me with the way I look? He asked himself question after unanswered question until a bellow broke into his thoughts.
"POTTER!!!"
Harry stopped and turned to see and enraged himself storming down the hallway towards him. This was easily the most bewildering thing he has ever seen. Himself came up to him, grabbed him by the collar of his robes, and to Crabbe and Goyle's alarm began to throttle him furiously.
"What did you do! Fix it! Fix it NOW!"
Before Harry opened his mouth to speak, Crabbe grabbed Himself roughly from behind and Goyle disengaged his hands. Crabbe held him firmly and Goyle made a fist, preparing to strike with a grim smile.
"No, wait!" Harry cried, grabbing his arm. "Don't hurt me! I mean, him!"
Goyle looked at him in confusion but lowered his fist. Himself tore his arms free, furiously. "Get off me, you big oaf!"
Harry looked at Himself carefully. "Draco?"
"No, it's the Tooth Fairy!" he exploded. "Yes it's Draco, who do you think! Why'd you do it, huh Potter? Jealousy finally got the best of you?!"
"I am not jealous of you!" Harry said angrily. "I don't know what happened with the two of us but it certainly wasn't my fault!"
Draco snorted. "Oh yeah, like I'll believe that for a second – "
"Look, Draco, for once stop blaming everybody but yourself," Harry said sternly. "For all I know you're the one that's been planning this all along."
"What?!" Draco glared at him. "That's ridiculous, why in the hell would I want to be a Potter!"
"Well why in the hell would I want to be a Malfoy!" Harry replied.
Draco scoffed. "Who wouldn't wanna be a Malfoy."
"I wouldn't!" snapped Harry.
Crabbe and Goyle watched them helplessly. If they were normally confused, now they were absolutely stupefied. Potter was yelling at Malfoy and Malfoy was taking it? Even their slow minds registered that there was something bizarre going on.
Draco folded his arms. "Alright, maybe you didn't cause all tis, but what the hell are we going to do now?"
Harry thought for a moment. "Let's go to Dumbledore, he always knows what to do."
Draco made a face. "I wouldn't go to that old git if my life depended on it."
"Well gee," Harry said crossing his arms aswell. "How uncanny that it does at the moment!"
"But as you can see," Draco said. "He's still an old git so – "
"Gentlemen, if you aim to ever get to your families I suggest you get into the train platform now, as the Hogwarts Express leaves in five minutes, " said Professor McGonnagol suddenly appearing beside them.
"But Professor – !"
"No 'buts', Malfoy, go!" she said and walked away briskly.
Draco seemed smug. "Well, guess we won't be getting any help here, come on Crabbe, Goyle." He turned and began to walk out of the school, but hearing no footsteps behind him stopped and turned around. Crabbe and Goyle stared at him dumbfounded. Draco looked at them funny for a moment, then remembered what he looked like and turned to Harry expectantly.
"Well?"
Harry looked confused. "Well what?"
Draco let out an exasperated groan and gestured towards the bodyguards that for the time being were no longer his.
"Oh," Harry said and turned to the two boys awkwardly. "Er…let's go, Crabbe and Goyle…"
The two boys gave him stupid grins and picked up his things. Soon as he started to move they shuffled after him. Harry looked at Draco apprehensively who smirked at him, wrinkling his nose so that Harry's glasses quivered slightly.
"Not used to having real friends, are you, Potter?" he sneered.
Harry snorted. "They're not friends, they're lackeys. And what do you suppose I call Ron and Hermione?"
Draco mockingly put a finger to his chin. "Hmm…Weasel and Mudblood?"
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry snapped angrily. Crabbe and Goyle gave them funny looks. Soon as they arrived on the platform Harry spotted Ron and Hermione waving to him from one of the compartment windows.
"Harry, over here!" called Ron.
"Hurry! The train's leaving any second now!" added Hermione.
Harry and Draco hurried onto the train. They had just barely flown in through the door when Hogwarts Express blew its horn and began to move. Draco was immediately greeted by Ron and Hermione.
"All right there, Harry?" Ron asked smiling. "We saved us a compartment."
"I didn't think you'd make it," Hermione said her voice full of disproval and relief.
Draco grimaced and turned away from them to face Harry. "I am not sitting with them," he said flatly.
Harry looked at his friends' perplexed faces, then at Crabbe and Goyle, then at Draco. "I'm not sitting with them," he said inclining his head towards the two confused, burly boys behind him.
Draco frowned and crossed his arms stubbornly. Completely confused, Ron and Hermione turned to Crabbe and Goyle questioningly but realized it was useless because the two looked even more out of it than usual.
"I think the only thing we can do is sit by ourselves in a separate compartment," said Harry thoughtfully.
Draco snorted. "Aching to be alone with me, eh Potter?" He winked.
Harry blushed in embarrassment but mostly out of anger. "That's not what I meant! Our friends won't sit with us the way we are now and we won't sit with each other's friends, so it makes se – "
"Why don't we just tell our friends what happened?" interrupted Draco.
"Because my friends won't believe me and yours won't understand," Draco scowled at this but Harry continued. "Besides, we don't know exactly what happened ourselves so what is there to tell?"
"Oh fine, fine," Draco said waving an aggravated hand. "Crabbe, Goyle, I'll see you," he said and taking his things walked off to find an empty compartment. Harry turned to Ron and Hermione.
"I'll explain everything once I figure it out," he said. "In the meantime you two have a nice summer."
He smiled and held out his arms for a group hug. Ron and Hermione stared at him like he was from another planet. Harry remembered who he looked like and dropped his arms, his smile fading.
"Never mind," he mumbled, took his things from Crabbe and Goyle, and went after Draco as four pairs of utterly bewildered eyes stared after him.