Okay. Let me just start by telling you that it was not my fault that the cauldron spilt. Seriously, if anyone is to blame it's Draco Malfoy, so while you're in the mood you can point your finger in his direction.

Let's see, it was during the Potions class that morning that Malfoy and I had gotten into a bit of an argument (which was completely pointless and I don't even remember what it was about, although it could have been about his hair or something silly like that).

Professor Snape put us on detention simply because we were being really noisy and annoying him to death. And when I say that, I don't mean it in a literal term – although it comes close. If we really were annoying him to death I'm sure he would've turned grey on the spot.

But that's beside the point!

That night Malfoy and I met up in the Potions classroom for our detention, and Snape told us we were going to be putting some potions that had been left over from another class into bottles to then go into the cupboard.

I bet this sounds easy to you, right? Because it sure sounded like a piece of cake to me.

Anyway, Malfoy and I started getting bottles together and scooping the potions into them carefully so that we didn't spill any. At this point we had no idea what any of them did, so the caution was also because we didn't want to suddenly turn into mountain goats.

Don't. Ask.

It was when Malfoy reached over to scoop out some potion which I was scooping first that the accident happened. Our bottles clashed together and in our frantic attempt to remove them before causing any serious damage we succeeded in tipping the cauldron off the desk and onto the floor.

Yes, I know. Heavy cauldron practically nailed to the desk managed to fall. I suppose we're just really talented.

Anyway, when that happened I screamed loud enough to wake the entire castle. Who knew what the potion that was currently swimming around my feet could be?

Malfoy did some sort of weird dance to try and get it away from him, but it was already all over the bottom of his pants and... sinking through the material?

I quickly looked down at myself again and was horrified to see that the potion was sinking through my shoes as well. Strangely, I couldn't feel anything sticky or wet, and as I watched the entire potion disappeared in a matter of seconds.

Malfoy and I stared at each other in confusion (I'm happy to admit Malfoy looked a lot more horrified than I did) and then Snape came striding over to find out what had happened.

As soon as he saw which cauldron had tipped he began to panic and asked us many times if we felt okay. Malfoy begged him to tell us what the potion was for, but Snape insisted that as long as we were okay it didn't matter.

Ha. Never listen to a teacher if they say that to you.

It. Is. A. Lie.

Repeat: IT IS A LIE!

Sure, the both of us felt fine and dandy (except Malfoy was still panicking) but as soon as we moved to head out of the classroom I felt the world spin and closed my eyes to try and make it stop. Hearing Malfoy gasp and stagger told me that it had happened to him as well.

The next thing I knew I opened my eyes and I was sitting on the floor against the leg of one of the tables.

Wasn't I supposed to be closer to the door...?

Looking up, I gasped in shock as I saw myself standing closer to the door and looking back at me with wide eyes. Had the potion cloned me? Was I even the real me? What was going on?

...Why was I wearing pants instead of a skirt?

"P-Professor!" the other me stuttered, slowly raising a hand to point at me.

"I see. I thought this might happen." Snape said with a sigh.

"What exactly is this?" I asked, and gasped again when I realised my voice was much deeper than I remembered. Lifting my hands up to my face, I almost fainted as I saw the long, pale fingers of Draco Malfoy.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Draco Malfoy and I had swapped bodies.

Snape then took a long time explaining what the potion was and how it worked, also telling us that it had been a seventh year class which had been making it. Apparently it would take him three months to brew up an antidote.

"Why can't we just take more of this potion to make us swap back again?" I asked, confused. It sounded like it should be an easy task, but by the look on Snape's face there was a perfectly good reason why this was not so.

"If you take any more, you will be stuck in the other person's body forever and not even the antidote will work on separating you again." Snape explained slowly.

Well that sucks.

"But, Professor!" Malfoy, currently looking like me, tore his gaze away from me to stare at Snape. The horrified look was still on his – or my? - face.

"I understand your predicament, Mr Malfoy," Snape said in a low voice. "But if we tried to explain it, he may try and think up a spell to try and switch you back without waiting for three months. That could end in disaster. It would be better for you to simply explain everything to Miss Hunter and allow her to carry out the task instead."

Cue headache.

"In the meantime, you will both have to pretend to be the other." Snape said. I could have sworn he looked amused.

"Great, how am I supposed to act like Malfoy?" I asked, and shuddered again as my voice came out as Malfoy's. It was really unnerving.

"I'm supposed to pretend to be Darcy Hunter!?" Malfoy roared, and the way he said it made it sound like a bad thing. I quite like being myself, thank you very much!

"Three months is not very long. Now, I do believe you will need to explain everything to Miss Hunter so that she is able to carry out your task for you." Snape said, swishing his wand and making the cauldron which had fallen move back onto the desk.

"What task?" I asked cautiously, pushing myself off the floor to stand up straight.

"Mr Malfoy will explain it to you on your way to your common rooms. You will also need to tell each other the password to get in." Snape said, ushering us out the door and then shutting it firmly.

"Uh-oh." I said. "You? In the Gryffindor common room?"

"As horrible as that sounds, it's what we're stuck with. I don't like the idea of you being in the Slytherin common room either, alright?"

I couldn't help but chuckle as I watched myself fold my arms stubbornly.

Reminder: That's Malfoy.

"Fine, the password to the Gryffindor common room is Ashwinder." I said to Malfoy. He smirked – which looked really strange on my face – and nodded.

"The password to the Slytherin common room is Salazar." he told me. "And I'll tell you about the task in a few days time... once you've mastered being me."

"Great, does this mean we're going to have to meet up secretly just to teach each other how to act?" I asked with a slight whine in my voice.

"Yes, but we can start now because dinner isn't for another hour." Malfoy said. "Firstly, you need to learn how to smirk."

"But I never smirk-!"

"This isn't about you!" Malfoy snapped. "Now just give it a try."

I sighed, rolled my eyes, and attempted to smirk. The facial expression which I had hardly ever done before suddenly felt as if I'd been doing it forever and I couldn't help but feel proud.

"How's this?" I asked, folding my arms and leaning against the wall, still smirking.

"Perfect. You look exactly like me." Malfoy nodded his approval.

"Okay, your turn. You need to act bubblier." I instructed him firmly.

"Please tell me you did not just say the word 'bubblier'." Malfoy whispered hopefully, his eyes widened in terror. I laughed and shook my head.

"Do it, Malfoy. If we're going to make this convincing you have to act like me. So laugh, giggle and have some fun!"

Malfoy glared at me for another twenty seconds before he turned his gaze away and started walking off.

"Hey, you don't even look like yourself!" I said, hurriedly rushing to catch up. "No one's going to think you're acting weird unless I can't keep my act up."

"Which you had better do or I'll kill you." Malfoy promised threateningly. I wasn't usually the type of person to make threats, so hearing that from my mouth was really weird and I almost stopped walking again.

"Enough with the threats, Hunter, your pathetic attempts almost make me feel sorry for you." I spat, doing my best at sounding exactly like Malfoy. It had the desired effect. He spun around to stare at me and his mouth was open wide in shock.

After a moment he managed to gather his thoughts and stop gaping. He then tried to pretend he hadn't just been rendered speechless and said, "You're missing the smirk."

I quickly added a smirk to my act and Malfoy nodded in appreciation.

"I suppose you're not as dumb as you look." he commented.

"Seeing as you haven't done anything to prove yourself yet, your dignity still hangs in mid-air." I reminded him. With a quiet growl, Malfoy closed his eyes. He seemed to be trying to summon courage and my thoughts were proven correct when he snapped his eyes open again and smiled widely.

"Hey, Malfoy! How are you? Wow, you look like a Prince today. I can't believe I never noticed how hot you were before!" he rushed out, taking a step towards me and grabbing my – his – cloak.

Laughing, I brushed him off and stepped back.

"Good work, but please don't do that in front of anyone else." I told him, amusement still showing in my eyes.

"But Malfoy," he continued, biting his lip. "You actually mean you don't love me too?"

"Quit it!" I snapped, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. "Act like me, okay? Not like that!"

"But I am you, Hunter." he whispered, sounding exceedingly pleased with himself. "This is going to be a lot of fun."

Thus began the three months of absolute torture in which I played the role of Draco Malfoy... and he played the role of me.