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I woke up for the second time with a splitting headache. Although this one was nowhere near as bad as the first one had been, but it still made me grimace. I groaned and opened my eyes to see the pale, wrinkled face of Madame Pomfery.

"Aw, Miss Parkinson. Finally awake I see," she said as she bustled around. I sat up, confused, but quickly realized that that was a mistake, as my head began pounding again.

"Madame Pomfery? What am I doing here?" I asked.

She gave me a sympathetic look and said, "You fainted, Miss Parkinson. Don't you remember?"

I froze. Yes, I did remember. I remembered looking into the mirror and seeing the face of Pansy Parkinson, also known as the school slut. I remember being terrified and wondering what had happened to me. And then I remember fainting…. Greengrass must have gotten me here somehow….

"Miss Parkinson, if you're feeling up to it, there are some people who would like to visit you. You should be fine for a while and I still have Miss Granger to attend to."

I gasped, shocked. My body was here? Was Parkinson – stupid, evil, slutty Parkinson in my body? Oh no! I had to find out what happened.

"Granger is here? What happened to her?" I asked in a snooty voice so Madame Pomfery wouldn't get too suspicious considering that Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't make it a big secret that they hated each other.

She seemed to believe it because she rolled her eyes and simply said, "The same thing that happened to you – she fainted."

I fought the urge to jump up and demand where my body (and possibly Parkinson) was and simply snorted. "Yeah," I said, "I would like to see my visitors."

"Good. I'll just send them in," she said in a clipped voice.

After a moment, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Crabbe, and Goyle came to my bedside. Malfoy reached me first.

"Are you okay, Pansy?" he asked, worry etched into his face. He grabbed my hand and I gasped at the shock of his touch and resisted the urge to puke. I would pretend to be Pansy until I figured out what happened….

"Uh…. Yeah, Ma- Draco. I'm fine. I just had a little…startle, was all," I said, hoping he didn't see right through me.

"Uh-huh. Daphne said you weren't acting like yourself. She said you seemed very confused…. She said you didn't seem to know who you were or where you were. Or even who I was. Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, giving my hand a little squeeze.

"Yeah. I told you I'm fine. I was just a little disoriented. That's all. Just a little off my game."

"We were really worried about you, Pans," Zabini said, reminding me that there were others here.

Before I could speak, the doors to the infirmary came crashing opened and I saw a blur of red and black rush past me paying no attention to me or the group surrounding me.

"Where is she? Madame Pomfery? Where's Hermione?" a worried and anxious Ron asked.

"Mr. Weasley! There are other patients here and if you don't quit yelling and quiet yourself, then I will remove you from the room! And Miss Granger is also still sleeping! Now, if you'll follow me, I'll show you where she is, but you must be quiet."

And Harry and Ron followed her away from us, not even sparing us a glance. Crabbe turned back from the scene snickering.

"Guess the Mudblood had an accident. What a shame…," Goyle said, sarcasm thick in his voice.

"Yeah, too bad it didn't become fatal," Zabini said, and I felt myself starting to boil with anger. But I had to hold it in.

Malfoy smirked. "Well, the way those two were acting, you'd think she was dead. We can always hope, though, right?"

"Definitely," Crabbe said wickedly.

"Wonder what happened to the Mudblood anyway. Did she finally lose it and hit herself with a book or something?" Zabini snickered.

"No! She just fainted! She wasn't feeling like herself!! That's all!" Oops. Said too much.

They all turned their gaze on me. "Pansy? Pansy, are you defending the Mudblood?" Malfoy asked, shocked.

I thought quickly. "No! But you guys seem to be sooo worried about her and I'm the one you should be worried about!" I said. I crossed my arms in a pout, hoping that this was something Parkinson would do.

But before any of them could respond, we heard a scream. A scream I recognized all too well because it was the scream I'd been using all my life. Whoever was in my body was finally awake.

And they didn't seem to like this anymore than I did.

A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter! It took me a long time to figure out how I should continue. But here it is! So please PLEASE review and tell me what ya like, what ya don't like, and how I can improve it! And have a Happy Easter!