CHAPTER 1
Seventeen year old Draco Malfoy opened his heavy lidded eyes and gazed up, everything was blurry.
He yelped as he tried to move his aching limbs, what in the world was he lying on top off?
He gingerly felt under himself to discover some sort of hard mattress; a spring was loose and poking deep into his shoulder. He had to get Tilly to remove this old junked up mattress from the Manor.
Okay, hold up…he doesn't have any old junked up mattress in the Manor, let alone his own bed…where was he??
He forced apart his eyes and looked around, his face scrunched up in the attempt.
Um, did Father by any chance mention having a room this small? Do I see a firebolt in that corner?? Wait…Is it my birthday????!!
No…It can't be… wait a minute, I've seen that owl somewhere…
He jolted up and he looked down, Ahhhhhh!!! The clothes!!
I've been disowned! No!
He stood up, scared to death at the sight of the patched, baggy muggle (??!!) clothing which adorned him.
He swayed from side to side until he finally spotted what seemed like an old broken mirror and he made his way towards it and came to a halt at what he saw.
Potter!!!!
"What are you doing here??"
"Why are you mouthing what I'm saying??"
He raised his arm and Potter did the same…could it be…he touched his face, the high cheek bones, gone, the pointy nose, gone, Oh the hair!!! No! No! No! No! His beautiful soft blond locks had been replaced by Potter's bird nest cum mop of hair!! Oh the horror!!
He looked around, unwilling to spot more traumatizing things; maybe someone Polly juiced him as Potter…but why???
He spotted a ratty old trunk, made his way towards it and pried it open, books…
This book belongs to Harry J. Potter!!! Gaahhhh!!!
Draco screamed like there was no tomorrow.
The door burst open; he spun around to spot a gigantic whale of a boy.
"What is this racket you are causing in the middle of the night, you freak??
The whale bellowed.
"You had better thank your lucky stars that mum and dad won't be home till the morning!" He warned.
Draco could easily take on 10 muggles like him, if, hehad a wand, that is.
He looked around trying to spot a wand and found one, which he assumed must be Potter's.
He made a lunge for it and quickly pointed it towards the muggle.
The muggle let out a forced, nervous laugh and said "I know you can't use that thing out of the freaky school you go to Potter, I'm going to beat you into a pulp, just like I did yesterday."
Oh so that's why Draco's entire body hurt…wait, Potter was beat up??!!
"Don't you dare take one more step you filthy muggle!!" Draco exclaimed.
"You will be paying for your cheek Potter", the muggle advanced towards him, his eyes glinting maliciously.
Draco yelled, "Stupefy" and red sparks shot out of Potter's wand. The muggle fell, rigid, to the floor.
Draco heaved a sigh of relief and then promptly started hyperventilating.
This was all too much to take, for the young Malfoy heir.
Potter was beat up…By a muggle…Frequently…??
How in Merlin's name is he going to kill off the Dark Lord??
And back to the important point, he was in Potter's grotesque body??!!
Does that mean Potter is in…NOOOOO!!!
Oh my god Oh my god, breathe….
Draco was pacing a hole into the dust laden floorboards.
"How do I get out of here??" He exclaimed out loud.
"The front door", a voice behind him said.
He spun around to spot…himself…"Gaaahhhh!!!"
Draco's body, dressed in his silk pyjama bottoms and his favourite long green robe, was leaning against the frame of the door smirking up at Draco.
"So I see you took care of Dudley here", he said, pointing at the muggle.
"W-Who are you?" Draco stammered, his hand clutching at his chest as if afraid that his heart would leap right out.
"Why, Potter of course. I thought you would figure out that at the very least Malfoy." Potter shook his…err…Draco's head.
"Potter!! Give me back my body! Now!!" Draco bellowed.
"Um..No", Potter smirked again.
"Potter! I swear I will wring your neck, but first you have to take your neck back-"Draco started hyperventilating again.
"Malfoy, calm down, I wound up in your body too, apparently some sadist has switched our bodies."
"Someone! I'm sure it was you Potter! If this is your idea to seek revenge I assure you my father-"Draco was cutoff.
"Your father would actually listen to me seeing as I am the Malfoy heir now, And Malfoy, this is not my attempt at heinous revenge, since I really do not desire to respire in your body." Potter spat.
"Then who do you propose did this to me??" Draco enquired with narrowed eyes.
"Us, and it's someone who is an enemy to us both…." Potter said "But right now you can't stay here"
"Why, ever, not? Not that I want to…but-"Draco fumbled for words.
"Oh let's see, One, you can promise yourself a cold hard death, seeing as you just about killed Dudley Two, having my face isn't going to do any good for you, and Three the fact that I have to leave this…place, as I turned Seventeen yesterday." Potter mock listed all the points on his fingers.
"I don't get it Potter, you actually live here and let these muggles beat you up?" Draco asked, sincerely shocked.
"Yes, it's not like I have a choice." Potter said through gritted teeth." What, did you think that I lived in paradise, with people running around left and right on my every demand?"
"Yes!" Draco's eyes bugged out.
"Well, you were wrong, as usual" Potter rolled his eyes.
Potter flicked his wand and all of his belongings shrunk and packed themselves into his trunk, he then levitated the trunk and his owl's cage and made for the door.
"Coming, Malfoy?" Potter had already made his way down the stairs of the muggle house, his belongings in tow.
"Wait Potter, where are you going? And is that all you will be carrying?" Draco asked as he followed Potter down the stairs to a very horrible looking narrow hallway.
He stopped when he saw Potter entering a small cupboard under the stairs, Potter fumbled around in there and then promptly appeared, this time with two large bags of what appeared to be food and some other stuff, which Potter was trying to hide from Draco's prying eyes.
"Potter, you keep your food under the stairs??" Draco asked gaping.
"A while ago I used to live there", Potter mumbled with a hard face and shoved his way past Draco to the front door.
"Coming?" He called.
"Yeah…." Draco mumbled and promptly followed Potter out the door.
Who said that the summer holidays were going to be a bore?