A/N: Well I decided to continue so enjoy and please tell me if I need to change or add anything. Much appreciation if you review!

The next day Hermione met Harry in the common room and walked out to the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry was going on about his latest idea that Malfoy was a death eater. Hermione rolled her eyes. She had known Malfoy for a long time and even though he was obnoxious jerk, he wasn't evil enough to become a death eater. As she was buttering her toast she noticed from the corner of her eye, Lavender was playing with Ron's hair.

"Oh, Ron, you just have the most amazing hair!" She smiled, running her fingers through it. She stole a glance over at Hermione, making sure she had caught the exchange. Hermione had suddenly lost her appetite as she looked toward Ron to see how he would react.

"Oh, thanks," he said, looking rather uncomfortably as he pilled 8 or 9 sausages onto his plate.

"Don't worry about her, Hermione," Harry said, taking note of the situation. He put a hand on her shoulder, in an awkward attempt to make her feel better.

"I'm fine," she said unconvincingly. Harry accepted her answer, but continued to look worried.

"So, what classes do we have today?" Harry asked.

"Herbology and then double Potions with Slytherin before lunch," Hermione said glumly. Harry nodded and then finished his breakfast.

Herbology was an easy lesson that day; they spent their class time plucking Nimble Thortus' leaves in greenhouse three. The Nimbus Thortus was a plant found in rare parts of Europe that was used for Reverse potions. They took up to two weeks to grow however and had a distinctly strong odor of something Hermione couldn't quite put her finger on. Hermione tried to keep her mind off the upcoming Potions lesson, by picking as many leaves as she could. Too soon, the bell dismissed them from their Herbology lesson down to Potions. Hermione trudged along Harry's side, keeping her distance from Lavender and Ron upfront.

Hermione and Harry took their seats in the back of the classroom for once, while they waited for Snape to give them instructions on what to do. "You and your partner will add the following ingredients into the potion, listed in your book on page 256," His voice as low as a whisper. People were flipping through their potion books trying to find the page. "However, before you do so, I have decided it be much more ah, prudent," He paused, looking around the room ominously, "If I were to choose your partners," He looked straight at Ron and Lavender when he said this. "I have put together a list." He waited for everyone to digest this piece of information. "When I call you and your partner's name, you will have one hour to complete the potion, before trying it out on each other, to see if it has worked." Several people gaped openly at what he was saying. Neville gulped, knowing he would most likely be facing some trouble. "Silence," Snape muttered, as noise had started to rise. "I will now call your names."

"Potter and Goyle," Harry turned to Hermione and groaned.

"Not again," he mumbled.

"Brown and Crabbe," Snape continued. Lavender looked as though she were about to vomit.

"Thomas and Zabini," Dean looked towards Blaise Zabini and attempted to smile. Zabini just stared.

"Finnegan and Weasley," Seamus relaxed in his seat. Ron gave him a thumbs up.

"Parkinson and Bulstrode," Snape continued lazily. "Nott and Longbottom," Neville shrunk back in his seat. Hermione looked around the room checking who was left. Oh no, that meant Hermione would be paired with-

"Malfoy and Granger," Snape finished. Hermione stared. No, there was no way she could work with that stuck up, aristocratic, git, pardon her language.

Everyone around the room stared at Snape in disbelief, all looking about to start an argument, but Malfoy beat them to it. "This is a pathetic idea," Malfoy sneered. "Do you really expect us to get along with our partners, let alone trade bodies with them for an hour?" He spat. "Do you really expect me to trade bodies with that insufferable, bookworm, mudblood, Granger?"

It happened in one swift movement and Harry and Ron were attacking Malfoy. Ron was punching him in every direction he could, while Harry was attempting to hex him. Pansy, Lavender, and Parvati gasped watching the scene in horror, while the Slytherin's started cheering Malfoy on. Seamus and Dean were attempting to pull Ron and Harry off Malfoy. "Protego," Sanpe slimy voice uttered lazily. An invisible shield sent Harry and Ron flying backwards far away from Malfoy. Everyone started panicking; Lavender was actually crying. "Silence!" The professor roared. Everyone stood in quiet, appalled. "20 points from Gryffindor for attacking a student," he said in a dangerously low voice.

"20 points?" Ron gaped.

"20 points each," Snape hissed through his teeth. "Now everyone get to work before I take off more points," he said and with a swish of his cloak he was at the front of the classroom again. No one moved. "Now," he hissed. Everyone quickly went back to their seats, except for Malfoy who stood where he was stubbornly.

"But sir-," he started.

"This is not up for discussion Draco. Take a seat or serve a detention." Malfoy walked back to his seat muttering something that sounded something like "when my father hears about this," as he sulkily sat down. As soon as he was seated he pushed his chair as far away as it would allow from Hermione and glared at her from the side. Hermione rolled her eyes; typical immature Malfoy.

"Let's get one thing straight," he sneered at her. "I will not be drinking any sort of potion that might turn me looking into something as revolting to look at as you," he looked her up and down, taking in her bushy hair. "I will participate in making the potion, but don't get your hopes up high in thinking you would get to spend a gloriously hour inside of my body," he smirked. Hermione looked at him disgusted. Was he really that arrogant? Did he really think he was better than she? Hermione choked a little and tried to respond back.

"Malfoy, just stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours, got it?" Her bright, brown eyes bore into his. "We'll discuss what to do with the potion after we finish," she ended.

"There's nothing to discuss!" He hissed.

"Then good luck completing this lab," she smiled sarcastically at him. She would not let Malfoy get to her. She also knew for a fact that he would have to complete this lab if he wanted to pass Potions. Malfoy started swearing a number of profanities under his breath. Hermione bit back a smile.


Draco stared down at his text book not even bothering to comprehend what he was reading. He was stuck with Mudblood Granger in this project and for the next hour and a half he would have to put up with her obnoxious know-it-all attitude. "Hand me four leeches," Granger said staring down intently at her book. Draco scowled; he did not like being told what to do, especially from people below his blood status. He just stared at Granger as she sighed and reached for the leeches herself.

"Hurry up," he sneered. "Our hours almost over," he said looking towards the clock.

"Well it would go a lot faster if I had some help," she muttered annoyingly. Draco scoffed, like he would ever help her.

"Just hurry up," he repeated bitterly.

"I'm done," she snapped. She added the shredded skin of boomslang and started stirring. "I just need to stir this for several minutes and the potion will be complete." Draco rolled his eyes and tried to turn his attention elsewhere, until a pudgy boy with a round face walked up to their table. Longbottom.

"Hermione, do you think you could help me with the last part of the potion," he asked timidly. He was careful to make sure he didn't make eye contact with Draco.

"Oh, I'll see if I have time Neville," she said looking towards the clock. "I just have to finish brewing this," she said indicating the potion in front of her and forcing a smile. Neville beamed back.

"Thanks, Hermione," He said leaning onto the table. He rested his elbows on the table and spilt a bowl of knotgrass, knocking the rest of it into the potion. "O-opps," he stuttered.

"Opps is right," Malfoy sneered. "Now get out of here before another accident occurs," he spat. Neville scurried away. Granger scowled at Draco and stopped stirring.

"You don't have to be such a jerk," she snapped. "It was an accident he didn't mean too," she said defensively.

"Standing up for Longbottom, Granger? Never thought you'd lower your standards for that idiot, pureblood or not," he chuckled. She bit her lip, fighting back a retort.

"It should still be salvageable," she said thoughtfully, turning her attention back to the potion. "It was just some knotgrass," she shrugged. "Anyway it's done, so why don't you go ask Professor Snape what he would like us to do now," she said.

"Why don't you go ask Snape?" He asked, angry again she was trying to order him around again.

"Because I did all of the work," she said obnoxiously. Draco gritted his teeth and was about to snap back when Snape himself appeared at their table.

"I see you are the first to finish," he said lazily."Please follow the activity on page 258. This should last about an hour, when you are done you may leave or wait to change back into your original state of being," he said his voice as oily as his hair.

"You can't be serious," Draco spat. "There is no way I am going to take a potion that will purposefully turn me into…into that," he stared disgustingly at the bushy-haired witch.

"And there is no way I will take a potion that turns me into an arrogant, stuck-up, jerk who is too prejudice to realize that someone may be better than him," she shot back, glaring at Draco.

"You will do as I tell you or fail this assignment," The greasy haired professor whispered. "And your father as already received an owl from Dumbledore explaining this as well," He said as Draco opened his mouth. "Now get to work," He said as he walked away to criticize Neville's formula. Draco turned back to Granger and forced an evil smile.

"Well, it's your lucky day Granger," He said icily. "You get to spend a whole glorious hour in my body and not have to be stuck in your own mudblood filth," He smirked. Her bottom lip twitched as she flipped to the next page.


"Give me a strand of your hair," Hermione mumbled, reading the text in the book. She had poured the same amount of potion into the two vials that stood in front of her and Malfoy.

"Look Granger," he started. "I know my hair is amazing and sleek, something I doubt you've ever experienced, but I -" Malfoy was cut short as Hermione swiftly plucked a loose piece of hair from Malfoy's head, one that had thankfully failed to be gelled back that morning.

"Ouch!" He rubbed his head. "You're going to pay for that Granger," he threatened staring daggers at the back of her head as she turned to apply his hair to the potion. It turned a light green color, and bubbled slightly. It didn't look repulsive looking, but more like the mouthwash Hermione used before bed. Malfoy stared as Hermione then plucked one of her own frizzy locks and added it to his potion. It bubbled a little before turning a rosy pink that looked slightly on the verge of turning red.

"Well," Hermione said as she removed her eyes from the potion to stare back at Malfoy. "I guess this is it, cheers then," she said nervously. Malfoy picked up the formula but said nothing. It was tense for a moment before Hermione turned around and poured the liquid into her mouth very fast. She tasted an incredibly icy flavor of mint slid down her throat and shivered. Next to her Malfoy gulped the potion down quickly just as Hermione felt her body shooting upwards and her hair receding back. She felt her feet and hands expand and her face became more pointed, and her teeth started to shrink slightly. And then suddenly it stopped, except for an incredible pain that was aching in her feet. She quickly removed her shoes and placed a quick spell on her clothes to enlarge them as they now looked four sizes too small. She gasped as she stared down at her hands that looked much bigger and paler than before. Trying to shake off the thought, she quickly turned around and came face to face with an exact replica of herself.


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