Disclaimer: The plot is mine but as much as it pains me (and it does) the characters are not. They belong to J.K. Rowling.
Unn…. Ow! My head! What the hell? Did I drink last night…? No… Then why does my head hurt? I sat up and looked around and noticed that the wall wasn't green and silver, but red and gold. What the hell? What is going on here?
"Ok, is this some si-," I stopped. That wasn't my voice! I ran as quick as possible to the bathroom and froze when I saw the reflection in the mirror wasn't mine. Brown, bushy hair, large brown eyes wide with fear and confusion, and round babyish cheeks had not been what I was expecting! I screamed.
"Hermione? Hermione! What's wrong?" somebody yelled from outside the door.
I screamed again. I couldn't be Granger! I just couldn't! It was impossible! Those large brown eyes that should have been green were the last thing I saw before blacking out.
I came to very suddenly. I had been awoken by the awful pounding that was drumming in my head.
"Ow!" I exclaimed, clutching my forehead and sitting up. When the pain had subsided a little, I stretched and looked around. I soon froze when I saw all the green and silver. Were Lavender and Parvati playing a prank on me?
"Guys?" I asked cautiously.
"Yeah? What is it Pansy?" someone answered from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and gasped when I saw Daphne Greengrass standing there in her Slytherin robes, completely forgetting that she had just called me "Pansy."
"What are you doing here?" I demanded.
"Apparently conversing with a psychopath who should be getting ready to go to the Great Hall and eat with her already yummy boyfriend," she stated matter-of-factly with a smirk.
"And who would that be?" I asked, confused. She stared at me intently for a second before saying very slowly, "Draco Malfoy."
I gasped, disgusted, but then I remembered what she had called me.
"Why did you call me Pansy?"
She looked at me as if I belonged in St. Mungo's. "Because that's your name. What's wrong with you today?"
But I barley heard her as I rushed quickly to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Instead of brown, bushy hair and large brown eyes, I had bright green eyes and straight black hair. I saw that I was Parkinson before I screamed and the world went black.
A/N: I know some of you wanted me to do a sequel to "Not My Day" and I promise I will, but I thought this would be fun! Please review and give me a few ideas.