Title: Sweet Curse

Author: SeverusHermioneForever

Pairings:

Warnings: Slash, swearing and randomness.

Summary: After a potions accident, Harry and Draco swap bodies. While both struggling to survive different lives, will they both find friendship and perhaps, something more?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Everything belongs to JK Rowling (:


Harry awoke with a headache and for once, it wasn't caused by his scar. He gave out a long groan and slowly sat up and reached out sleepily for his glasses. He finally found them and put them on, the room coming into focus and frowned when he found all the beds empty.

He looked at the clock on Ron's bedside table and his mouth slowly dropped open in horror.

"SHIT!" He cried and quickly jumped out of bed and began to pull on random pieces of Uniform on and had to take it off again when he mistaken his t-shirts for socks.

Quickly grabbing his books, he rushed down stairs towards the dungeons and looked at his watch.

9:40 am.

Snape was going to kill him.

Shit,shit, shit, was all he could think of as he ran.

He groaned again and hurriedly kept on running, ignoring the painful stitches that were forming in his sides and he slowed down to a halt when he came up towards the class room door.

He panted for a minute and took a deep breath before knocking on the door two times.

At first, no reply but a cold like voice replied to his knocks. "Enter,"

Harry opened the door and stood in the door way of the potions class room, all eyes upon him.

Snape smirked.

"Ah, the famous Harry Potter arrives at last. I see you're still looking for ways to redeem your fame? Let's see...30 points from Gryffindor for being late. You will sit next to Malfoy this lesson and will copy out chapter 3-5 in your book and will do no potion making today." The Gryffindors groaned at the loss of points as they were badly losing the House Cup this year.

Malfoy and along with the other Slytherins, gave a light snigger before continuing with their potions and Harry looked at Ron at the opposite end of the classroom and glared at him for not waking him up and Ron shrugged before going back to work.

Snape patrolled the classroom every now and then, occasionally making snide remarks at Neville's potion which turned a nasty shade of green and yellow where it was meant to be baby blue. Hermione was trying to help him by whispering tips whenever Snape went out of their distance.

For once, Harry had it easy Malfoy. Malfoy made no usual snide comments, didn't push him or anything that was usually Malfoy behaviour and Harry frowned over it but was quite thankful that Malfoy was being quite today.

Harry took a quick look over at Hermione's table where she was desperately trying to stir Neville's potion clock-wise and adding spiders legs to it before handing the spoon back to Neville to continue with her own potion which was slowly turning light blue. Harry grinned and quickly looked down as he saw Snape passing his way again.

Harry was wondering why Ron or the other boys didn't wake him up this morning when suddenly there was a loud deafening bang and cries of students could be heard and Harry felt a load of mucky green liquid splash all over him and Malfoy.

He saw Malfoy gave a look at disgust as he tried to shake off the liquid and Snape strolled over to Neville who was now hiding under his desk and Snape towered over him, a look of pure anger laid upon his face.

"QUITE! I expected better behaviour from 6th year students such as yourselfs. 10 points from both of your houses for making such a racket and 40 points from Mister Longbottom and 5 from Miss Granger for helping him," He gave her a glare but Hermione stood her ground and glared back. "I want all of you to clean yourselves up with the removing potion on my desk. Potter, Malfoy, take Longbottom to the hospital wing and Neville will serve detention with me after school." Snape said coldly and Harry gave a sharp look at Malfoy before lifting up Neville who was slowly starting to fall unconscious and Malfoy picked him up on the other side and they both dragged him out of the classroom, faintly hearing Snape shouting at the class.

"Stupid mudblood, she should've known not to help Longbottom,"

"Hey that's my friend. If you must know she is the brightest witch Hogwarts has ever seen," Harry glared at the blond as they both heaved Neville towards the hospital wing. The green mucky liquid was soaking into their skin as Malfoy's and Harry's hands quickly brushed against each other.

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "As if I haven't noticed. But she should've known Longbottom was going to fail anyway. All he's done this year is explosions during potions class! No offence Neville," Malfoy added, yet not sorry at all. Neville was too sleepy to respond.

"Okay, I admit you do have a point. But that's because Snape terrifies him! And you only like potions because Snape favours your house anyway," Harry glared at him and Malfoy smirked, delighted to see Harry being annoyed.

"Oh my goodness, what happened here? Explain yourselves!" Madame Pomfrey said as she saw them enter the hospital wing. She immediately took Neville to the nearest bed and started to make him comfy.

"Well, explain!" She said angrily and both boys spluttered, quickly blushing and Malfoy turned to Harry to do the story.

"It was a potion's accident. Neville must of added in the wrong ingredients,"

"Any idea what potion it was you were making?" She asked with her hands on hips and looked at the two boys with concern.

"Ageing potion," Malfoy said. "Potter didn't make any because he turned up late for class,"

Madame Pomfrey tutted.

"Thank you for bringing Longbottom up, but you two must go and clean yourselves before that liquid does any damage to you. There's a washroom down there. Hurry now, we haven't got all day,"

The two boys scattered to the other side of the hospital wing and quickly washed themselves. Harry felt relaxed as he felt the cold water splash against his face and he felt his hair get flattened by the water.

He quickly got out, to find Malfoy had already left the hospital wing and he hurriedly went out of the room, saying get well soon to Neville on the way out.

Just as he was about to sit down and carry on with his work, the school bell rang, telling them it was end of the lesson.

He hurriedly packed his stuff away and got out of the classroom before Snape could say another word and headed to History of Magic and Ron and Hermione jogged up behind him.

"Why didn't you wake me up this morning?"Harry asked Ron.

"We did, but you just slept through our calls so we left you."Ron replied, swinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Are you a wizard or not?" Hermione asked him and Ron glared at her.

"We forgot..."

Harry rolled his eyes and the trio entered the classroom and Harry closed his eyes as Professor Binns lectured them about Goblin wars. But Harry nor Malfoy knew what was about to happen to them later that day.


"I wonder how Neville's doing. I do feel quite sorry for him," Hermione said as they were in the Gryffindor common room that night. Harry nodded and sat down in front of the fireplace.

"I can't believe how Snape-"

"Professor," Hermione corrected him firmly.

"How Professor Snape took away all those points from us!I mean, we must of lost about 70 points! We are not going to win the house cup this year," Ron groaned.

Harry shrugged. "You still care about those House points?"

"Of course I do! We can't let Slytherins win again."

Harry and Hermione both looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Harry continued to do his Transfiguration homework when he felt pain go through his head, and once again, it was not caused by his scar.

"I'm going to bed. I can't concentrate on this and I have a headache," Harry said slamming his books close and making Ron spill his ink over the table. "Ron, tomorrow, wake me up on time yeah?" Harry asked and Ron grumbled as he tidied the ink away with magic.

His head was on fire by the time he was ready for bed and more pain slowly swept through his body like gasoline on fire and he crashed onto his bed and his eyes slowly closed as he tried to fight the unknown pain.

That night, he dreamt his soul was travelling towards the opposite end of the castle and towards a cold, dark dormitory...


Harry Potter wasn't the only one having headache, a tall blond haired boy sitting in front of the Slytherin common room fire was also having pain. His head felt like it was fire, only much worse and he found it hard to think and even stay awake and he found it hard to shut out Pansy's constant chatting that was only making his headache worse.

"Draco? Is everything alright?" Pansy asked concerned as she brushed her hand against his. He quickly pulled it back and stood up quickly, yet regretted it when he saw red stars appearing.

"I'm fine. I'm going to bed," He swung his bag over his shoulder and made his way upstairs, wondering why his head was hurting so badly.

He wondered if it was side affects from the potion and he felt a rush of dread go through him. He better not of caught any illness otherwise Longbottom would be dead. He growled and pulled on his nightclothes before slipping underneath the warm green sheets. He felt his eyelids close and with a heavy sigh, he went to sleep and he dreamt his soul was flying towards the Gryffindor dormitory.