I Hate Loving You
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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns HP. I own the plot.
Summary: A love potion goes wrong. Ginny does the unthinkable. Draco turns into ...Harry? Someone professes undying love. And oh, what couldn't be a G/D classic without hippie socks?
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"I am telling you, you're going to get caught," Hermione warned with bated breath. "Where'd you get that page, anyways?"
Ginny looked up, smirking down at the page of ingredients. "Stole it from the restricted section..."
Hermione sighed. "Do I even want to know?"
"No, but you're going to! Got permission from Flitwick, I told him it was for a Charms book, but then I changed the title to Potions. Isn't that brilliant?" Ginny squealed a bit, clutching the page to her chest.
"Ginny!" her friend scolded, frowning. "You know you're breaking more than thousands of rules. I thought you were over Harry!"
"I was." Her face flushed a bit under the ringlets of her auburn curls. "But after Dean and I broke up, and he and Cho didn't work out very well...I got the old feelings again. Do you know how long I've suffered through this? I tried to get over him, but it just seems impossible sometimes."
"There are ways of moving on, you know," her friend offered, peering at the ingredients from over Ginny's shoulder.
"I've tried all of them."
Hermione rolled her eyes, and snatched the paper from her hands, her eyes pondering the neat, printed cursive.
"This is not going to work, Gin," she said, the sparkle in her eyes faltering.
"What do you mean?" Ginny demanded, taking the paper away from Hermione's grasp, looking over it, her mouth sit into a thin, worried line. "It looks pretty easy."
"Exactly...love potions aren't supposed to be easy. Look, I think this is a really bad idea..."
"It's just temporary...I want to see if after the potion wears off, if he still has feelings..."
"And your brother is probably going to kill me if he ever finds out..."
"And I will kill you if you make him find out..."
"But...hold on." Ginny watched closely as her friend vanished from view as she walked across the dorm, opened the door and exited.
The redhead plopped onto her bed, her hair washing over her face. It wasn't a bad idea, was it? Her heart skipped at the thought of Harry gazing at her lovingly; at him kissing her...sure, it wouldn't be real, mutual attraction, but she just had to have him. She was desperate, and bluntly pathetic, but she couldn't help who she loved. She straightened the paper with her fingers, her chin dipped into her bed, closing her eyes.
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"You want me to do what?" Harry sputtered, looking at the Slytherin before him. Draco bit his lip before closing his eyes, as if he had been in physical pain, and flickered them open once more, giving Harry a hopeful look.
"I want you to turn into me...for a few days."
"Malfoy, have you lost your mind?!"
"Probably."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Look, Potter, I know we've had our differences..."
Harry snorted. 'Differences' was a rather petty understatement.
"But this time I really need your help. There's this girl..." Draco trailed off.
"Wow, a girl," he snapped sarcastically.
"Shut up, for a moment, okay?"
"Don't speak to me like that if you want my help, Malfoy. Continue."
"There's this girl. But she'll never ever talk to me unless I become you. Or Weasley, but I'd rather eat someone than become him."
"Who is the girl?" Harry questioned.
"Never mind that," Draco retorted quickly. "I am offering you a price."
Harry folded his arms over his chest stubbornly. "No way, Malfoy. I will never bargain with you."
"Oh, really?" he raised a sly eyebrow at him. "Not for anything?"
"Not for anything. I don't like fraternizing with the enemy."
"Not even if I...give you the girl of your dreams?"
Harry gave a audible gulp. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, please, Potter. I know exactly who she is. But she won't talk to you because you're in Gryffindor, right? And Gryffindors and Slytherins don't mix..."
"Alright! Alright! Don't say anymore," he hissed violently, jerking his head around, looking around to see if anybody was listening, then sighed in defeat.
"If you become me, you'll get the girl..."
"But what happens when she realizes I am not you?"
Draco gave an impatient sigh. "Don't worry about that part. I'll figure something out. We need to do the switch today."
Harry blinked in startled surprise. "Alright, but I better get her. If I don't..."
"Okay, let's say...that I give you something for your guarantee. How about ... I give you my journal?"
His foe's eyes widened. "You have a journal?" he tried hard not to laugh.
"Yes. It's banded together, but I'll give it to you, and I'll make a silent contract on it that if you're not completely satisfied, then you get to keep it, and it's yours."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Is there anything written in there?"
Draco nodded. "It's full. But don't expect to ever open it unless someone gets mixed up, because it won't. I've got it all planned out." He offered his hand in the deal, which made Harry faintly recall his first year at Hogwarts, where he had declined the hand.
This time, he reluctantly grasped it, and shook it. Draco gave him a meeting time, and left.
"Why do I have a feeling that I'll regret this?" Harry murmured under his breath.
As a matter of fact, he was soon proven right.
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"Ginny!" Someone was shaking her awake. Ginny bolted upwards, sitting up in her bed, the crumbled piece of paper beside her, looking sleepily at Hermione, who had something behind her in her hands.
"What is it?" Ginny groaned.
"Harry wasn't in his dorm, must be outside practicing Qudditch or something, but I think he won't mind..."
"What?" her friend looked at her blankly as Hermione pulled out a gray, silver cloak that had layers of fabric, sketches of shapes imprinted on it.
"Harry's invisibility cloak?"
"Yes."
"Why are you showing me this?"
Hermione smiled timidly. "We're going out to the library...to the restricted section at midnight to get a proper love potion."
"Hermione!" Ginny said, her expression between joyful - and - scandalized.
"Well...if you're going to do something wrong..."
Hermione grinned. "Do it right."
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Yeah...well, okay that wasn't that good. But finally, a fun fic *sigh of relief*. Remember to review!!!
