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THE SWITCH

Chapter 2


Lily

"Prongsssssie..."
What the hell... I thought. This is such a weird dream. First I dream about Potter and I; about us being stuck in dungeons, and a potion spilling on us or something. And now I hear someone calling out his nickname? It's all so strange. But oh well…

I tossed to my right, willing for the weird part in my head, the one in charge of the Dream Department, to just shut up and quit calling Potter's stupid nickname so that I could go back to sleep.

There was a moment of silence, and I thanked whatever power was responsible for it, as I relaxed into my pillow, falling back into a deep sleep. But just like all things associated with James Novae Potter, the moment was stomped on, slapped, wringed, and utterly ruined.

But this time, it wasn't a call to his name. Oh no, it wasn't. It was the prodding of some fingers on my back. No way in hell was this a dream. This was a freaking nightmare!

"Jaaaamesiiee time to wake up!"

"Sirius, stop poking him!"

"Remus John Lupin, stop acting like my mother!"

"Padfoot, it's six mate. Go back to bed."

"Dude! Evans' here!"

Wait what?! That seemed to get my eyes snapped open, and I turned around in a flash, my eyes squinting as I tried to get accustomed to the sudden glare of light that streamed through the window. Is that Sirius..? HOLY SHIT! THAT'S REMUS! AND THAT'S PETER! WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING IN MY DORMITORY?!

A thousands thoughts rushed through my head as I tried to look around for the girls. They were nowhere to be seen. The room seemed to by highly unorganized and untidy, unlike the usual room I woke up to. And I highly doubt there would be twenty different colored boxers littering the girls' dormitory floor...

The explanation to that hit me then and there, and I gasped and clutched my mouth. My eyes widened so much that I worried that the slightest jostle would send them flying out of their sockets, and across the room.

Oh Merlin, Oh Merlin, Oh Merlin... I kept chanting in my head as I stood rooted to my spot, staring at the faces of the three highly smug boys. Please don't tell me I slept with Potter!

With my eyes squeezed shut, I slowly turned around to face the rest of the four-poster bed I was laying in. Peeping gingerly with one eye, I was shocked to find the bed completely empty.

"Prongs, you alright?" I heard Sirius ask incredulously, and I turned around to see him staring at me verily.

Just then, the events of last night hit me, and I recalled everything. I mentally slapped my forehead at my stupidity.

"Er yeah, I'm fine." I muttered gruffly, my voice still heavy because of the sleep.

"Okay... Mind explaining what that was about?" he asked, motioning his hand and urging me to continue.

"Oh that," I chortled, scratching my neck nervously "I had a nightmare, you see. And let's just say it was pretty messed up."

"Really?" Sirius inquired as he leaned on my headboard. Worry, along with some amusement crossed his face. "What about?"

I glanced at Remus and Peter's faces, and they both stared at me attentively.

I racked my head, for anything as I desperately thought of something that was even slightly believable.

Clearing my throat, I began "I had a dream that I was out on a date with Evans."

They all nodded and urged me to continue.

"Well," I gulped "We were having dinner, and I just signed the cheque to leave. And when I looked back, Lily had disappeared and turned into Snape! Who later howled me here and seduced me!" I invented blindly.

The reactions of the three boys really surprised me.

Peter gasped and covered his ears, while Remus winced and pinched his nose with his thumb and forefinger, his eyes screwed shut. Sirius was staring at me, his face scrunched up as if he smelt something extremely foul. If you asked me, it looked like he was constipated. All three begged me to stop.

Wow, they must really hate Snape.

"Okay then," I said grinning, more than happy to oblige."Mind telling me what was happening here?"

"Well James," began Remus, stepping closer to where I stood, next to my bed "I was up early today, putting in some finishing touches to my charms essay when I heard a knock to the door. I opened it, and well it was Lily. And she was asking for you! Sirius just happened to wake up at that precise moment, and you can imagine what happened after that. He couldn't contain his excitement." he glanced at Sirius disapprovingly, before slapping his forehead as he had remembered that she was still waiting outside.

Putting on my shoes, I rushed towards the door.

The last thing I heard before I slammed it shut, was Sirius' 'Go get her, Tiger!'

"Potter," I breathed, "What the hell are you doing here?"

James (Or rather I) stopped smoothing his skirt and looked up at me.

"You told me to wake up at 6 Evans!" he whisper yelled, before a funny look came into his eyes and he pointed a finger at me. "You forgot. Didn't you?" he asked with a smirk.

My helpless expression proved his suspicions, and he threw back his head and barked. But since he was in my body and was using my beautiful voice, it sounded less barbaric. I think.

"And you call me the irresponsible one, hmm? Get your facts straight." I could practically hear the amusement dripping from his sentence.

"Oh please Potter." I rolled my eyes at him, "Last night drained me out okay? So let's just say it induced mild stupor, and caused some dazedness. It's highly unfair to call me irresponsible because of one incident! Plus, let's just say I was doing my job," I smirked, "You never wake up early. I have to put up an act don't I? Need to get everything right Potter. Better safe than sorry, you know."

Potter's sour expression made me laugh. And while I trembled with silent laughter, I happened to notice what he was wearing underneath the school robes.

I, Lily Evans, Prefect of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, put a lot of effort in my appearance. I take a lot of pride in it too. I make sure my skirt is fastened at the perfect length, its hem just barely brushing my knee. My school blouse is perfectly tucked in and is completely wrinkle free, with its entire buttons fastened. The socks I wear are wrinkle and bulge-less, and they end exactly an inch before my knee cap. My tie, too is perfectly set in place.

James Potter here, had done something serious. Something so serious, that if I could, I'd chop off all of his hair and send it to a wig shop. But I obviously couldn't do that now, because he was currently wearing my beautiful auburn hair…

James Potter made me look like a hippie who was raped by a horse.

My usual proper blouse was haphazardly worn, half of its hem tucked in, and half tucked out. There were wrinkles all over it, making it look like Hagrid sat on it for days. The first three buttons were also open, and I could see quite a bit, even from here. My skirt, which was usually worn at the crease of my hips, seemed to be fastened so high, that it was revealing quite a bit of skin. I could bet my knickers could be seen if he bent. My socks were highly uneven, and it seemed like he wasn't even wearing one on my left foot. He didn't even bother wearing a tie.

I could practically feel the steam coming out of my ears, and I could see red. My mouth tasted almost metallic, and I fully intended on bathing Potter with bile and left overs from dinner, in case things got there.

Potter seemed to notice where I was looking at. He pulled at the school robes self-consciously, hiding his clothes. An innocent expression graced his face as his (MY) emerald eyes stared into my eyes.

"What's the meaning of this?" I said through clenched teeth.

"What's the meaning of what?" James replied with shifty eyes.

"JAMES NOVEA POTTER! DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT!" I growled

"Chillax Evans," he said, holding his hands up in surrender. "You're over reacting here! This doesn't matter. I mean, if you did the same, I wouldn't say anything. So don't freak out."

"Oh reaaaally?" The sarcasm was quite evident in my voice, but the idiot refused to hear it and just shook his head vigorously. My anger melted as the latter of his sentence sunk in. Would it really not matter to him?

"Okay then." I said through narrowed eyes.

James let out a sigh of relief and ran his hands through the copper hair on his head. "I'm going down to the common room now, why don't you go change into your robes, and we'll meet there."

Nodding, I watched him leave and walk down the staircase.

Stepping into the dormitory and turning to shut the door, I smirked.

"Oh yes we shall."


JAMES
"Yeah, so when I went to see what happened, it turned out Samantha tripped and fell into the toilet!"

All the girls gathered around Alice laughed. Following their lead, I let out a high pitched giggle. In the blink of an eye, everyone snapped around to look at me.

I just looked at their confused and incredulous expressions with wide eyes.

"WHAT?" I huffed in annoyance.

"Oh nothing," Marlene said slowly, sharing a quick glance with Alice "It's just that you've been acting really weird since last night."

"What?" I laughed nervously "Why would you think that?" I flipped my hair over my shoulder.

"Oh I don't know, its ju- OH MY GOSH!" Alice cried, her hands on her face and her eyes as big as Professor McGonagall's saucers.

"What's wrong with her?"I whispered to the girl next to me. What was her name again? Vance… Emmeline Vance!

Apparently her expression mirrored Alice's.

What the hell was going on?

Just then, they all broke into a fit of giggles.

It felt like someone hit them with the tickling jinx. And it seemed like their laughter increased with every passing second.

After ten seconds of patient waiting for my companions to contain themselves, I finally lashed out. "CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!"

The girl's shook so much, that I was half expecting their hair to set on fire any second; considering the fact that the common room fireplace was just a few feet away from us.
Alice, with some difficulty, held up a trembling finger and pointed towards the boy dormitory staircase, before she broke into a fresh round of giggles.

Raising an eyebrow at them, I turned around to see where they were pointing.

And at that moment, I hoped that a hippogriff would pick me up and fly me to Mexico, where I could change my name to 'Armania Ramirez' and turn into a baker.

Hell, I'd even makeout with Filch, if that would make what I saw go away. But life isn't fair, is it? So I ended up seeing, what had to be the most sickening thing I had ever seen.

Guess I really hit Lily's nerve this time.

Standing on top step of the boys dormitory, was someone who looked like me. Except the charming demeanor, roguishly good looks, and aura of awesomeness seemed to have completely disappeared.

Standing on top of the Boys Dormitory wasn't James Potter, Quidditch Extraordinaire and ladies man.

Standing on top of that God forsaken staircase was.. what looked like the combination of a Ferby Doll and Severus Snape. Oh, and a bit of me.

Lily Evans had adorned me in my school's shirt. The shirt, however, was tucked in perfectly and had absolutely no crease. She even made sure every button was fastened. It looked like I was a church going school boy who was being strangled by his collar.

To top it all off, she added a fuchsia jumper on top of it. One with a kitten on it. A fucking orange kitten. The jumper seemed to be embezzled by Rhinestones as well. AND, my usual thin wire rimmed glasses were replaced by a thick one, one with tiger spots on it.

And, the most striking think about the whole thing, was what she had done to the hair.

My usual sexy, right-off-the-broom type of messy hair had completely disappeared. My messy locks were now greasy ones, completely doused in oil. She even parted them from the middle! And let's not forget the flashing platform boots she made me wear. I mean where the hell did she get that?

Lily seemed to catch my eyes as she made her way down the remaining steps. She winked and waved her fingers at me teasingly.

That minx.

Fuming, I watched her saunter her way towards the portrait hole and walk out of it. Obviously, I followed her out.

"What the hell was that about Evans?" I called to her retreating figure, the anger evident in my voice.

Lily just turned around with a challenging expression, and folded her arms as she glared at me evenly.

Lily tends to pout a bit when she's angry. And if you ask me, I'd say it looks adorable when she does it. But the motion seemed to have an opposite effect considering the fact that she was in my body. I looked absolutely preposterous! Guess Sirius will get his pictures for next year's Easter Postcards too.

I just don't get this girl. I get her catcalls and wolf whistles today, and how does she repay me? She repaid me by making a laughing stock out of me! I mean, I've done many stupid things, ran in the Great Hall wearing a dress, grew a mustache, wore red lipstick all through Charms class, but this was just a bit too much! She took it a step too far!

Her voice, or rather mine, shook me out of my reverie.

"I thought this wouldn't matter to you, Potter? Isn't that what you said to me this morning?"

I was in absolute shock. Was she actually throwing my words back in my face?

"I.." I stuttered as I thought of a comeback. "At least I made you look good. You looked presentable okay! I'm telling you, the response I got from people today was something you've never gotten. And it was all positive!"

"Oh save it Potter," she snorted, walking closer to me. "Sirius kept gushing over how 'hot Lily looked'. And you know his taste, whoever he finds looking attractive is always a slag. You made me look like trash! So I did the same. An eye for an eye, sweetheart." And with a small smirk and a wink thrown in my direction, she turned over her heel and walked off for breakfast. She even swayed my hips from side to side. The onlookers pointed and laughed at it.

Oh she's really done it this time.

Writhing in anger, I stomped my way to the Great Hall, ignoring the winks thrown in my direction by Benjy Fenwick.


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