Disclaimer: The name is coffeemione – NOT J.K. Rowling. Therefore, I own nothing that had to do with this story except the plot and the keyboard I typed it on. If I did own anything…I wouldn't be sitting here writing a disclaimer, now would I?

A/N: The start of yet another story! When will I learn? I never finished Opposing Magic, nor Abbie's story…I will eventually, I promise…but I have this awful habit of skipping from one story to the next. When I was watching TV this plot bunny just popped into my head and I had to use it…didn't want to let the fluffy bugger hop away, did I?

This idea actually came from that new movie with Lindsay Lohan, Freaky Friday. Hehe. I get inspired by the oddest of things.

Now, may I present to you…Swapped.

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Chapter One

"Ron, that is all wrong," Hermione said exasperatedly in the middle of Potions class one Wednesday afternoon. "You're going to end up with a Dungbomb Tonic, the way you're going."

Ron glared at Hermione while adding several newt tails to the frothing cauldron in front of him. "I think I'm capable of making lemonade myself, Hermione."

"It isn't lemonade, it only looks like such," Hermione said. She muttered a handy charm that kept the stirrer circling around her cauldron while Snape's back was turned. Ron gazed in awe for several seconds before remembering he was currently annoyed at Hermione. "Whatever it is, I don't need you breathing down my neck while I do it. Get back to your own potion; I think it might be turning an orange."

Hermione gasped and swiveled around on her chair, nearly knocking her cauldron over. Ron snickered next to her as Hermione prodded her still yellow potion, fuming.

"And I'd appreciate it if you stayed out of my business, Ron!" she seethed.

Harry, who was sitting on the other side of Ron, leaned forward to catch Hermione giving Ron the evil eye. "Keep it down," he muttered. Snape was prowling down the Slytherin rows on the other side of the dungeon. "Don't start a scene in class, especially in this one."

Both Ron and Hermione disregarded Harry's comment, Ron in particular, as he retorted, "It's easier said than done, isn't it, Hermione?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You're always nagging me," Ron emphasized. He put on a high, shrill voice that caused several heads near to turn. "Get your homework done, Ron. No, I'm not giving you the answer to number ten, figure it out on your own. No, no, no, that's wrong, Ron, when will you get it right? Go away, Ron, I'm studying for a stupid test that I'm not going to take for another two weeks. Ron, don't hurt Crookshanks, it's not his fault you're idiotic enough to –"

Hermione gaped. "I do not sound like that!" she shrieked. She was standing now, and several other students were becoming more interested in the quarrel than their assignment. Harry tried once again to calm Hermione down but failed. She continued squawking. "I sound nothing like that, Ron, and you know it! Why don't you just shut up and –"

"Don't tell me to shut up!" Ron responded, standing now himself. They were facing each other and both were equally red in the face. The rest of the class, including the Slytherins, was now watching. Harry thought it was a miracle that Snape still hadn't noticed.

"I'll tell whomever I like to shut up, so shut up!"

"Blah, blah, blah, shut up, Ron, blah, blah blah, I'm so annoying, blah –"

"Stop acting like a juvenile git! You're making a fool of yourself!"

"Stop acting like a juvenile git, blah, blah, blah, I'm so incredibly bossy –"

"I am not bossy! You're so thick –"

"I'm so bossy, blah blah –"

"SILENCE!"

Ron and Hermione both froze to the spot. Their anger ebbed away as a sudden hush in the room surrounded them. Standing in front of them was Snape, and he was as livid as ever. He stared at them with such coldness and malice that it was quite clear they were both in serious trouble.

"How dare you interrupt my class with one of your little disputes?" Snape said, his voice as icy as his expression. He spoke slowly and clearly, pronouncing each syllable carefully. Obviously, he wanted to make a large impression that they were in for it.

Ron and Hermione both stared at their feet while Snape continued. The whole class was watching intently, their potions in front of them completely forgotten. Draco Malfoy, along with the rest of the Slytherins, was quietly sniggering uncontrollably. Watching Snape yell at Gryffindors was what they lived for.

"I hardly think," Snape continued in the same tone, "that this class is place for your arguments, as amusing as they are. I believe that I and the rest of this class would be happy to hear your anger voiced on your own time in other more appropriate locations. Now, have I made myself clear?"

Ron and Hermione both nodded, utterly amused. It looked to them as if they might be able to escape total humiliation and detention – from Snape. The class stared in amazement as Snape turned stiffly on his heel, walking with a click click back up to his desk. He sat down at his desk and began scribbling on a piece of parchment.

"Weasley, Granger," he suddenly called out. The two, who noticed they were still standing and quickly sat down, looked to the front of the room. Snape's eyes were still cast down on the parchment, but a curled smile formed on his lips as he spoke. "It's obvious you're both rather dim students, but even you must be smart enough to realize I wasn't going to let you off with that, right? Perhaps I stand corrected, but be that as it may, this is far from over. Thirty points from Gryffindor each and a week of detention." By the time he finished, it was clear he was trying to keep from chuckling in satisfaction.

Ron's ears turned considerably pinker while Hermione fiddled with her quill. They were trying to avoid the stares from the class, and, in particular, the stare Snape had now fixed them with. It was certainly one of pleasure. Possibly they had been stupid enough to think Snape wasn't going to let them off without degrading them in front of the entire class and punishing them with detention. It should have been expected.

Malfoy had to duck under his cauldron to hide his laughter, but of course, Snape didn't notice; he went back to his paper. Ron even managed a feeble glare at Malfoy until Snape's voice rang around the room again, much more Snape-like, "What are you all waiting for, a week's worth of detention too? Get back to your pitiful potions before I fail you now!"

With much rustling and shifting in seats, the class turned back to the cauldrons in front of them. Ron and Hermione, however, remained as before, both avoiding the other's gaze while staring at the table. Harry tried catching Ron's eye once or twice but was afraid to disturb either one of them. He sighed in defeat and continued to stir his potion. It was going to be a very, very difficult week.

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A/N: So, it's the start of another story! *dum dum dum* I do hope I finish this one…eh. And sorry if it seems to start out a little slow. I had the idea of introducing the story with a fight, following a detention, and then…well, I haven't written that yet, so I won't reveal any more! But it will be more past paced as soon as we get past detention. That's when the fun starts, hehehe. *evil cackle* Now, review for me so I'll continue! PLEASE! I don't have any good things to give out like I did in Opposing Magic…ah, the good old days. So, just for the benefit, click the button and tell me what you thought.