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First of all, thank you Georgia Mcdonald for your review, it really, really means a lot! Also thank you DaisyWillLiveForever, Hitthefloorrunning and brenluvshp for following this story! It means the world.
So, here's the second chapter, hope it's not too bad. I don't know how many chapters there will be, I was actually going for a one-shot, and now I have two chapters... And I can't seem to stop. So yeah, looks like this one's gonna be pretty long.

Anywhoo... Reviews are welcome, I don't own the Harry Potter universe, all credit goes to J.K. Rowling !
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'Merlin's beard!' Hermione repeated. And hearing it in Malfoy's voice made things even worse. 'No, no, no, it's not possible!' she kept saying in that same irritating voice. She took a deep, deep breath. Okay, she thought. It's okay. There is a reasonable explanation for this, and I will find it, and I will fix this mess. She then cautiously looked down at her… the body. Luckily, she was still wearing her own pyjamas. But she could still see the difference. The pants were too short. The top didn't fit, the sleeves were too tight – which made her realize, Malfoy was rather brawny. She shook the disturbing thought away, focusing on her way too big feet, her long and thin hands, and the pale complexion of her skin. Well, not her… whatever.

'Malfoy, you little piece of shit!' she screamed, and hearing Malfoy insult himself kind of made things a bit less horrifying.

She remembered the potion, and she was suddenly convinced that it was some sort of Polyjuice potion. Although she had never heard of a Polyjuice potion producing its effects by inhalation - obviously she had breathed that golden smoke in -, she couldn't think of anything else. But why didn't she change right away? She had apparently changed in her sleep, but how could that work? You know who could answer those questions? a little voice inside her head whispered angrily. Malfoy.

She ran to her wardrobe to find some clothes, but then realized none of them would fit. She screamed and stomped her foot to the ground in frustration. But then... Why would she care how Malfoy would look walking around the castle in... a skirt? A smirk formed on her lips, and she fetched her most girly skirt from the wardrobe. Then she took off her pyjamas trying to avoid looking at the body she was walking in. She could literally feel the fight raging on between her soul and the body that was trying to trap her. Eventually she got dressed and when she looked in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel extremely satisfied.

Right in front of her stood Malfoy, wearing a skirt, long socks, and a Gryffindor jumper - which would annoy him most, she wasn't sure. She put her hands on her hips and leaned her weight on one foot like a top model. The Malfoy in the mirror followed her exact movements and the sight was one Hermione could never even have dreamed of. She burst out laughing but the laugh wasn't hers and hearing Malfoy laugh so much was... weird.

Finally, Hermione put on her robes - making sure it still showed the outfit - and after she was sure nobody would see a Malfoy leaving her room, she left. The Common Room was empty. Most Gryffindors were probably at Hogsmeade or maybe in the Great Hall. The Great Hall... Now that was a great place to show up like this... Hermione grinned and walked to the hall, swaying on Malfoy's hips.

The entry she made that day would be remembered for a very, very long time in Hogwarts' history. It would even later be referred to as the Greatest entry to the Great Hall ever. What all students and teachers who were there that day saw was Draco Malfoy, dressed like a girl, swaying his way through the Hall, one hand on his hip, occasionally winking at some boy who would inevitably choke on his pumpkin juice. Hermione had honestly no idea why she did that winking thing, but afterwards she would say it was one of her best ideas ever.

She scanned the hall looking for Malfoy but couldn't see him anywhere. She had reached the far end of the room and there was still no sign of Malfoy, so she turned around and left the same way she had come in. The Great Hall was completely silent for a minute, everyone still trying to process what they had just seen. Then the whole room exploded into laughter and hubbub. In the mean time, Hermione was headed to the Slytherin Common Room when she bumped into someone so violently that she almost fell. She looked up and froze.

Standing right in front of her was... herself.


'M... Me?' stuttered Draco, not believing in what he was seeing. There was he, his body, standing there in the most ridiculous outfit he had ever seen. It was so ridiculous, he pinched himself several times to wake up from this nightmare. But no, he didn't, and he was still in that stupid Granger's body, and there was someone... Oh... Oh! He suddenly realized the person who was inside of his body was probably... Granger.

'Give me my body back!', they both shouted at the exact same time. It was so weird hearing his own voice coming out from someone else - well, technically, it came from his body, so it wasn't really someone else, but... Oh, bloody hell, this was too complicated.

'What have you done?' yelled Granger.
'Me?' he repeated. 'What have I done? You have got to be joking. I woke up in your body this morning Granger. Me. In your ugly, unsightly body.' Although I have to admit, he thought to himself, it is more... feminine, than I would have expected. Not that he ever expected anything, of course.

Granger looked slightly hurt, but it was pretty hard to read expressions on his own face. It was like talking to a mirror except that your reflection did not mimic your movements. The lying reflection crossed its arms - which was typically a Granger movement, Draco thought.

'Oh, please!' She rolled her eyes. 'Do you think I enjoyed waking up in your disgusting little meat suit?'
'Oh there is nothing little about my "meat suit", honey...' Draco started but she cut him off.
'Ew, Malfoy, just... stop talking!' she shook her head, a disgusted expression on her - well, his - face. 'Look, I know you did this, okay, I saw the potion. So just undo it.'
'Oh no...' Draco moaned. He was finally getting what had happened. When that stupid Granger had made him drop the potion, it had worked its magic even though Draco thought he had put it under control. 'You just had to ruin everything, hadn't you?'
'What? I didn't do anything! You threw that potion...'
'Threw it?' Malfoy cut her off. 'I didn't throw that potion, stupid Granger, you ran right into me and made me drop it!'

Draco saw his mouth opening, and then closing again. Ha! she was speechless now. Of course, it didn't last.

'Okay', she tried to reason. 'What was it? Polyjuice?'
'No', he sighed, 'of course not, have you ever seen a Polyjuice that works that way?'
She nodded, touché. Should he tell her? He looked at her - but all he saw was himself, and come on, how could he not trust himself?
'It was a Bodyswap potion' he finally admitted.

She stared at him blankly. Then her expression - his face - turned to annoyance and slowly became anger, like she was dealing with some kid who made a stupid, silly thing that had bigger consequences than he could comprehend. He wanted to punch that face of his - and, believe it or not, it wasn't the first time.

'A Bodyswap potion?' she bellowed. 'Where on earth did you find the recipe?'
'Restricted section of the library...' Draco muttered darkly. 'I may not have an invisibility cloak but I have some skills of my own.'
Granger looked almost impressed - but the expression didn't fit his face too well. Then she regained a serious face.
'Okay', she said. 'How do we undo it ? Or does it wash off after a few hours?'
Draco looked away and shifted uncomfortably. This part was not fun.
'One week', he muttered, but Granger didn't hear him so he repeated louder. 'One week.'
'Excuse me?' She looked like she was about to strangle him. 'I will give you one chance to say that I heard you wrong, and that it only lasts one hour.'

Draco remained silent. Granger closed her eyes, took a deep breath and closed her fists.
'Honestly', she whispered, 'if you weren't in my body right now, I would punch you right in the face.'
'That wouldn't be the first time', Draco reminded her and when she opened her eyes he regretted he had opened his mouth. He could look pretty scary when he was angry, he realized. 'Okay, okay, let's not freak out!'
Granger raised an eyebrow, as if she was surprised to hear him say something reasonable.
'You know I think wearing my body has made you a little less stupid', she smirked.
'And mine seems to be turning you evil', he retorted, crossing his arms and lifting up his chin.

Granger's smirk faded and she rolled her eyes. Then she frowned and looked at him cautiously.

'What?' Draco felt uneasy. 'What are you looking at, Granger? Oh, did you just realize how ugly you truly are?'
She ignored him, but a smile was starting to show on her face again.
'What now? Why are you smiling?'
'What are you wearing, Malfoy?' she suddenly asked.

He was so stunned he couldn't think of anything to say for a second.

'What kind of question is that, Granger?! I don't want to be involved in any weird fantasy of yours, okay?'
'Weird fantasy?' she laughed. 'Well that's exactly my point, Malfoy. Why are you wearing girls clothes ?'
Draco looked down at his outfit and couldn't help but blush - damn Granger's face did blush easily!
'Don't be ridiculous' he grunted. 'I was planning on using that potion on someone else and I was just... prepared.'
'You pervert', she muttered. 'Anyway, we need to find a way of breaking the spell now. I can't spend another week in your skin.'
'Yeah, and I don't want my body walking around in your stupid clothes' He frowned. 'You did this on purpose, didn't you?'
She didn't answer, but the way she shrugged left no doubt.
'Whatever. We need to go to the Restriced Section. That's where the potions book is.'
'We can't go now' Granger stated as if it wasn't obvious. 'We'll go after curfew.'
'You really are going wild', Draco snorted.
'Oh shut up!' She blushed and looked away. 'We'll meet at the entry of the library at midnight. Don't be late.'

And before Draco could say anything, she turned around and left. He could swear she was swaying just to annoy him, as if the sight of his gorgeous body walking in those ridiculous clothes wasn't painful enough.


Reviews are welcome !
Also, what should I do? I don't know if I should make this a long story or just cut it short... What do you think?