"Who am I? I feel so... strange. Something's wrong. I hear voices. No, just one voice. Or two? I think I hear two voices. One is my own, I think. The other is a bit foggy, but it's loud enough to disrupt my thoughts. It's becoming bothersome."

"I can hear you, you know," the other voice, disgruntled, muttered foggily.

"How can you possibly? I'm thinking. I'm not saying anything. Where are you? Who turned off the lights? My head hurts..."

"Your thoughts are so unstructured. Do you just think whatever pops into your head?" The other voice muttered unhappily, also groggy but voicing it much less. There were other voices, or thoughts, that belonged to each of the two, but they were quiet and only fleeting as the two grasped onto more structured thoughts. Only that which seemed most important was spoken loud enough to be heard by both.

"I dwell on whatever is at hand," the first voice replied, trying to move. "Ow... I can't feel the right side of my body." the voice whispered, feeling a bit out of sorts.

"I can't feel the left side of mine." the second voice murmured, trying desperately to make the left side of their body move.

"Try your right side, I'll try my left." The first voice didn't know why he was cooperating with the second, whom he felt was intrusive upon his thoughts, and in all rights shouldn't even be there. "But this is probably just a dream anyway."

"I don't think this is a dream. It feels too real." The second voice seemed as though she had heard the first's thoughts.

"Stop doing that!" The first voice cried.

"Doing what?" The second shouted back.

"Reading my thoughts, it's bloody rude." He redoubled his efforts in trying to move.

"I'm not doing it on purpose, I can just hear your thoughts, I'm sorry. Do I know you? Your voice is familiar." The female voice in the void of darkness suddenly questioned, pausing to try and place where she had heard the voice from before.

"I don' know... I'm still convinced this is a dream... I'm going to sleep. Maybe when I wake up... maybe..." the first voice became groggy once more and slowly began to fall asleep.

"No, no don't sleep, we need to figure out-"

But it was too late. The first voice had fallen asleep and plunged the both of them into what seemed like only a split second of slumber.

When they woke, they woke together, blinking tiredly and looking around blearily. The blinding headache was still roaring through their heads, and they could still only control one half of their bodies.

"Bl..." The male, fourteen year old Draco Malfoy, tried to say 'bloody hell' at the pain, but it came out as a strong slur as he found half of his lips were numb.

"Wh-" The female, fifteen year old Hermione Granger, flinched when her voice was slurred as well, and her thoughts bounced around so chaotically she couldn't grasp at any of them. Her head felt crowded.

The two began desperately trying to work their uncooperative bodies, and at the same moment, stopped messing with the numb side of their bodies and instead tried to see if they could get the other halves to work. In that moment, they both screamed in fright as they suddenly shot to their feet, stumbled forward and then hit the floor with a thud.

"Ow..." they said in unison, their voices the same droning pitch.

Confused, Draco and Hermione tried to turn their heads to look for the second voice, but it was nowhere to be seen, and each still had the overwhelming sense that someone else was controlling their bodies.

Groaning, they began to haltingly crawl along the floor until they reached the four-poster canopy bed that they had fallen off of a moment before, and shakily forced their limbs to work, or at least... the half of their bodies that were currently obeying them. Confused when they seemed to be standing upright rather than slumped sideways, they turned their heads and had a nasty shock.

For before them, int he mirror, stood the oddest thing either had ever seen. One person. Two pretty faces mashed together to make one lovely, porcelain face. One startlingly blue eye and one deep, honey brown. Blonde hair. Red tie. Green robes. Male clothing.

"What the hell?" They cried in unison, horrified as they saw their lips move in the mirror, mashed together in the middle to form one, beautiful, unique face. Stumbling, un-synchronized movements took them towards the mirror and they swayed unsteadily, not daring to break eye contact with the foreign figure in the mirror.

"Mal... Draco-?" Hermione asked, and Draco found his mouth moving along with hers, speaking his own name. Their combined voice was melodic, crisp, medium deep. Androgynous. As much so as their body and face.

Draco's shaky left hand raised to his side of the body, and then smoothed over the middle, where the nerve endings connected to his brain ended and he could no longer feel his fingers brush over his flesh. "Oh.. my god..." he choked, and Hermione found that she was speaking alongside him unwillingly. It seemed neither could speak without the other speaking along with them.

"How did this happen?" Hermione demanded.

"I-pfft, what?" Draco spluttered. "You're the Ravenclaw wannabe, how the hell would I know? The last thing I remember I was in my dorm-"

"I'm going to just stop you right there." Hermione forcefully interrupted, using power of will alone to take control of their single set of lips. To anyone who might happen to see, it looked as though a feminine male student was having an argument with himself in the mirror. It looked quite odd, but only half as odd as it felt. "I don't know how this happened."

Hermione tapped her fingers over the skin on her side of the face, scratching lightly and then taking the tip of her finger to the very middle of their forehead and running downward, trying to find where she stopped and he started. But it wasn't that simple. They weren't split directly down the middle. Hermione found that their forehead was mostly hers. She could feel it all the way over to Draco's temple, where she lost sensation and he gained it. Draco's hair was the only hair she could see on their head, and a quick, clumsy spin for the mirror confirmed that all of her bushy brown curls were gone.

She couldn't feel the back of their head at all, which meant it was Draco's head. She then let her hand run over their right shoulder, which she could feel, and the other which she could not, and their chest, which was flat, and to her, numb. Draco's chest. Her hand brushed over their stomach, which was hers.

"What are you-" Draco spluttered when her hand reached down to their crotch.

"Shh. Experimenting." She hushed him, slamming her fist against their crotch, which she already knew was Draco's.

Draco shrieked in pain and his knee buckled. Hermione yelped and went down with him. It was an odd feeling. She felt like she was falling on top of him, but it looked simply as though one single person had fallen over.

"Bloody hell-" he whimpered, his knee drawn to his chest, whimpering in pain.

"That answers that." Hermione grumbled, groaning and trying to stand up without his help, only to find that it was impossible. "Get up. We need to figure out what's going on." she growled at him.

"Damn you, filthy mud-"

"I'm not afraid to hit you again, Malfoy." she interrupted his whimpering, their expression going back and forth between her annoyance and his pain.

Draco flinched and shook their head rapidly, which told Hermione that he had main control of their neck.

"Well, perhaps some kind of potion or spell did this to us. What were you saying earlier? What's the last thing you remember? The last thing I remember is going to bed." she went to cross her arms and it gave her pause when her left arm didn't automatically fold with her right one.

Draco was using their left arm to prop them up off the floor, and he was forcing them to look around their surroundings. Hermione didn't have any control of their neck.

"Wait... I can see through both of our eyes." Hermione began slowly, blinking, and forcing Draco's eye to blink as well.

"So can I." Draco murmured, sitting upright and rubbing at his eye tiredly, and then curiously at hers. "I can feel that." he mumbled.

"I can feel yours too." she whispered. "So we both can see through and feel each others eyes, which means we're connected more closely in the head. Do each of us control a leg or what?"

Draco shrugged, drawing his knee to his chest and feeling up and down it. "I can feel my whole leg, and I can feel... a little bit of my right."

"Our." Hermione corrected sourly. "We're in the same body at the moment, nothing is strictly mine or yours. And I can feel both as well, but our left leg is a little numb to me."

Draco snorted at her correction, angrily going to cross his arms and realizing the same thing Hermione had only moments before. It was a strange feeling when the other half of your body didn't want to cooperate. "Well... to answer your question," he began, sighing heavily. "The last thing I remember was going down to my dorms, doing some homework, and then going to bed. That's it."

"You didn't do anything out of the ordinary yesterday?" Hermione asked immediately after, halfway feeling like she was talking to herself.

Draco shook their head, once again demonstrating that he could and she could not. "Not really. I sat at the same place breakfast, luncheon and dinner, sat in the same desks in all my classes, just went about a normal day..."

Hermione was silent for a moment, and in the silence, Draco could hear very distant echoes of her thoughts, but couldn't distinguish any of them.

"Stop that." She immediately snapped.

"Huh? Stop what?" He gave her a quizzical expression in the mirror, which they had taken to staring into, since they couldn't look at each other any other way, and conversing without looking at each other felt silly. They each felt as though they were talking to themselves whenever they stopped speaking, but their lips kept on moving as the other replied. It was a very... uncanny sensation.

"I can feel you trying to read my thoughts. Don't do that." She replied defensively, her hand unconsciously running through their hair, which Draco could feel.

Annoyed at the touch, he jerked their head away from her hand and ran his hand through his hair in irritation, smoothing it down. "It was an accident. I didn't hear anything." He grumbled.

"Fine, fine." Hermione was silent for a moment, turning their eyes about the room, looking for anything that would spark inspiration.

"What are we looking for?" Draco asked, as he was forced to turn his eyes wherever she wanted to look, aiding her by swiveling their neck left and right, almost instinctively whenever she wanted to look the other way. It seemed as though each could outweigh the other's will if they had something more important that they needed to be in control for, and right now Draco couldn't regain control of either eye.

"Shh..." Hermione whispered, trying to think, but she could still hear echoes of Draco's thoughts, which were disrupting her own. "Think quieter, dammit!" She cried, massaging her temple in frustration.

Draco found he was able to keep his eye open even as she had hers closed. He sighed and looked around as well, wondering if anything could spark his memory. "Well we're not getting anywhere by just sitting here arguing. We need to tell someone about this... the moment someone sees us anyway, they're going to know we're the product of something gone horribly wrong." he scowled at their reflection, and Hermione opened her eye, looking a bit pissed.

"Yeah, sure." she pushed her leg up underneath them and Draco did the same. With their combined efforts, they were up on their feet, standing unsteadily. "This... is so..."

"Bloody odd," Draco finished.

Hermione attempted to nod in agreement, and found that she couldn't, instead Draco did for her, without even trying. "Our brains are linked in certain ways." She realized. "Very loosely, otherwise we'd be in perfect sync." She turned them at the hips so she could look at their surroundings, which she did not recognize. "This... isn't Gryffindor tower."

Draco shook their head. "It's the Slytherin dorms." He told her, taking hold of the bedpost for support. "This is my bed." He took a step forward and Hermione automatically did the same, and they began walking, slowly, clumsily, around the room. Finding balance and coordination was difficult, and hey constantly had to be near a wall to keep from toppling over.

"This is such bollocks ." They chorused, then rolled their eyes in opposite directions at having said the same thing.

"Bloody hell, if this is freaking me out so much, imagine how the rest of the bloody school is going to react!" Draco cried, cringing when Hermione's leg hit the side of one of the beds, causing them to stumble, but he caught them with his leg.

"We need to go straight to Dumbledore." Hermione replied, already trying to head for the door.

"No, we should go to the hospital wing." Draco replied, and they walked unsteadily to the door, and then wobbled up the stairs, their hands firmly gripping the banisters so they wouldn't go tumbling back down.

"I'm sure Dumbledore will send us there, but we need to speak to him first." Hermione countered.

"It's too far, we'd never make it. The Hospital Wing is closer." Draco grumbled, not keen on wandering the castle to get to the old coot's office when the Hospital Wing was several floors closer. "We are hardly coordinated enough to walk from one side of a hall to the other without tripping, we'll never make it to Dumbledore's, and I'd rather the whole bloody school not see us like this."

Hermione scowled and braced them against the wall, stopping for a moment to decide. "Fine," she finally agreed. "But we'll get Madame Pomphrey to call for Professor Dumbledore right away."

"You know she will, even if we don't ask for it." Draco sighed heavily, realizing that halfway across the commonroom, they had somewhat gotten into a walking rhythm, and had yet to stumble since having made it up the stairs.

"There, see? Not that difficult." Hermione stated after they had stepped through the portrait.

"Well, fan-bloody-tastic, just make sure to mind your step on the moving staircases, I'd rather not plummet eleven stories due to your clumsiness." Draco muttered ungraciously.

Hermione was about to retort when she spotted something so quickly that Draco didn't have time to process what they were seeing before Hermione threw herself back into the closing portrait hole, and Draco had no choice but to stumble along, as her will currently overpowered his.

"Merlin's beard-" he grumbled, rubbing at his side of their head which had collided with the portrait door as they were lunging back inside. "What was that for Granger?"

"Ron and Harry." she whimpered, pushing the portrait open ever so slightly and peeking out. "What are they doing outside the Slytherin dorms?" They had evidently seen what they had thought was Draco spot them and dive headfirst back into the common room. They would definitely not go away now, they probably thought Draco was up to something.

"Wonderful. Just what we need." Draco pushed the portrait open further and Hermione protested weakly as they marched back out of the portrait, which quickly closed behind them, irritated for having been opened and closed too many times in a row.

Ron and Harry were still standing there, wondering what the hell they were looking at.

"Hello Harry." Hermione stated calmly, though Draco could hear and feel the turmoil in her thoughts. "Hello Ron." She dipped her head to the redhead who could only stare in shock.

"Hermione?" Ron and Harry eventually cried, shocked.

Hermione and Draco currently looked more like Draco than they did like Hermione. They had Draco's hair, and one of his eyes. But their features distinctly had Hermione in them. The two alone were very handsome people, but together they made an angel-faced little doll that neither Ron nor Harry could tear their gazes from.

"Bloody hell Hermione, what happened?" Ron finally spluttered, taking an uncertain step towards them.

Draco took a quick step back and Hermione stumbled to right them before they could fall back on what she had discovered was her backside.

"We don't know." They replied, their thoughts connecting more rapidly than they could comprehend, and for a moment they were in perfect sync, speaking together with shared thoughts. "We woke up like this, we're on our way to the hospital wing. We seem to be sharing a body at the moment, certain thoughts, and parts of our brains are connected, however we seem to have retained our own separate consciousnesses. At the moment we seem to have a more collective conscience, because we can't decide who is Draco and who is Hermione... we are different but the same. This needs to be fixed quickly, because our consciousnesses could blend together too tightly to separate."

It was obvious the whole 'we' thing was freaking Ron and Harry out, and they both subconsciously stepped back. "You think?" Ron muttered sarcastically.

"Come on, Hermione, we'll walk with you." Harry offered.

Draco scowled. "I'm here too, don't forget. And we don't need a precious Potter escort." He noted that as soon as he and Hermione stopped synchronizing, or whatever they had been doing a moment before, they had lost their ability to walk normally, and were once again stumbling along awkwardly between Ron and Harry who couldn't stop staring.

"What's it feel like?" Harry asked, ignoring Draco's snappiness.

"Vile." They replied, in sync again. "We want to get out of this predicament as quickly as possible, so please no more questions, just help us get to the Hospital Wing. We want to avoid being seen."

Ron and Harry shared at glance that clearly told each other that this was freaking them both out equally.

"Alright..." Ron agreed uncertainly, and they began walking in silence, Draco and Hermione occasionally stumbling or nearly toppling over.

Ron focused on making sure no one saw them, and Harry made sure the two didn't fall backwards down the stairs as they were going up them.

"Are you sure you don't know how this could have happened...? Harry began, and one death glare from Hermione and Draco combined shut him the hell up. It was the most evil 'I'm-going-to-eat-your-soul-if-you-don't-shut-up' look Harry had ever witnessed, and he had grown up with some of the most vile people known to man. "Right... no questions... sorry." He murmured, ducking his head and allowing them to continue doggedly trying to climb the stairs.

"Bloody, no good for nothing, this is taking forever."

Ron and Harry couldn't quite make out who had said that, or if they both had, but they remained silent, for fear of Hermione and Draco's wrath coming down upon them.

It did indeed take a long, long time, but they eventually made it to the Hospital Wing, though a few students had seen them, and only one had known Draco and Hermione well enough to notice that it was the both of them and not just some random student. It had been Neville, and he was now confusedly following in the pack while Hermione and Draco, unamused and exhausted, plopped down on one of the examination tables while Harry ran off to fetch Madame Pomphrey from her office.

"Oh dear..." she began inspecting them, telling Neville to run and fetch Dumbledore, and told Ron to go and get Snape.

"I told you that she'd get Dumbledore for us." Draco snapped.

Hermione rolled their eyes, smiling sarcastically. "Right, you know everything."

"Supposedly, now I do, because I'm sharing a brain with little miss know-it-all..."

"That's enough you two." Madame Pomphrey laid a gentle hand on Draco's shoulder, and looked them in the eyes. "Now... blue is mister Malfoy, brown is miss Granger, correct?"

"Yes." They replied in sync.

"What parts of the body do each of you control?"

They began showing and explaining to her what they had discovered so far, and Harry watched, dumbfounded. Madame Pomphrey had them take their shirt off, showing an evenly proportioned torso, quite thin all around. It was like any normal young boy's chest, shoulders, arms and stomach, one would never know it was two people mashed together. It was almost as if each of their body parts had been perfectly scaled so that they would fit together like a human puzzle. Everything had met halfway. Draco had been 5' 9" before this and Hermione had been 5' 5". They were now 5' 7' and a half.

After hours of testing and research on Madame Pomphrey and Professer Snape's parts, they came to the conclusion, that they had no idea what had happened.

"This is the most peculiar thing I have ever seen. I have checked for spells or potions and I can't find any traces of them. This might be a curse of some kind." Madame Pomphrey told them seriously. "I don't know that I can separate you two."

They looked shocked and horrified. "No, you mean we're stuck like this?!" they cried.

"Until we can properly understand what made this happen, we can't safely undo it." Snape jumped in.

Dumbledore was silent through all this, and finally spoke. "You'll have to make do until we can figure out a way to solve this. In the meantime, you two will be considered one student, since in only one body, you can't possibly perform the schoolwork of two separate students. So come up with compromises for your normal schedules, and go about your daily lives."

"What? You expect us to just go about like nothing's happened? As one person? You bloody old imbecile-"

Hermione quickly interrupted Draco, slapping her hand over their lips as her will to make Draco shut up wasn't currently overpowering Draco's will to express his displeasure.

Dumbledore's eyes sparkled a little at that. "Yes, mister Malfoy. You can't be missing your classes. You are the two most intelligent students currently in Hogwarts. Consider what you can accomplish when of one mind, hmm?" his eyes sparkled just all that more, and Draco's eye narrowed in hatred for that damned twinkle.

"In the meantime... I don't believe that speaking to either of you separately will be an easy task. Which is why I christen you... Dramione." With another sparkle, and a bid good day, Dumbledore turned and happily walked away, leaving Hogwarts newest, smartest student dumbfounded at their "new name".

"Dramione?" They cried after him. "It'll never stick!"

AN: Oh, but it will. :)

Inspiration for this story struck whilst messing around with Photoshop. I hope you like it. If you want to see what Dramione looks like, visit their character page on the Mighty Slytherins Wiki. (Link on page)