Chapter 2

Draco stopped on the front porch and replayed the entire night's events in his mind.

So one minute he was on his soft comfy bed and the next on Potter's hard cold and lumpy excuse for a mattress, in Potter's body, in Potter's house, where he took on Potter's whale of a cousin, who frequently abused Potter.

Potter, Potter and more of Potter, This was turning out to be one hell of a night.

And now Potter was in his body, adorned by his beautiful blond locks, where in Potters owl's nest was perched on his head.

Can this get any worse?? He wondered.

"Malfoy you're going to the Weasley's"

Oh I'm sorry scratch that, it has just gotten worse.

"Potter, if you think that I am going to so much as step foot into that ginger-haired-muggle-loving-constantly-breeding-poor-excuse-for-a-wizard's poor excuse of a house, then you should ruddy well think again!", Draco sneered.

"Malfoy, cut the melodramatics, and hear me out", Potter sighed tiredly, "When I suddenly found myself in your body at Malfoy manor…something…something happened" Potter said uneasily.

"What did you do?" Draco asked, his eyes narrowing down to slits.

"I did not do anything!, but this place is not exactly fit for conversation, let's go to the leaky cauldron, sit down and I'll tell you" Potter said.

"Potter, you think it the time to drink?? Are you completely mad??" Draco was becoming hysterical.

"Just come on" Potter rolled his eyes and violently snatched Draco's wrist.

Draco felt a tug at his navel, and both landed in a heap in front of the leaky cauldron.

"Potter, you hellion!!", Draco yelled.

Draco dusted himself off and said, "I would have dented you Potter, but it's my body that you're sporting right now, I'm leaving for the manor!" Draco declared.

Potter who had dusted himself off as well , grabbed Malloy by the arm and yanked him inside the leaky cauldron, "What do you think your Father would say when you enter your house? Hmm? 'Hello, Potter, fancy some tea?'?"

Draco paled and let Potter guide him to one of the tables in the corner.

"You better have a good explanation Potter, or I swear I-", Draco started only to be cut

Off.

"Malfoy shut your gob and just listen!!" Potter was flaring up now.

"Look", Potter whispered, "When I wound up in your body, your dad decided to have a little chat with me."

"Was it one of the 'You-had-better-make-me-proud-or-else' talks?" Draco asked dryly.

"No, actually, it was one of the 'Son-you're-gonna-be-a-junior-death-eater' talks" Potter deadpanned.

Draco was now wide-eyed and fearful, "But, I don't want to be a death-eater!", he whined.

"You don't?" Potter asked blinking owlishly, "But I always thought you were going to end up in Voldemort's inner circle, as did most of the Slytherins…" Potter said.

"Yeah well, I've learned more about you in one night than in 6 years, and frankly, I did NOT expect this…."

"Yeah…" Potter looked anywhere but at Draco.

"So, I don't get it Potter, the fancy posh golden boy of the wizarding world living like that?" Draco prodded.

Potter sighed and turned to look at Draco, he abruptly got up and said, "It's a long story and we need to get going"

Yeah Potter just avoid the question why don't you. Draco mused.

Draco got up and followed Potter out the door, who had left two galleons on the dusty table for Tom to pick up.

"Potter, where are you off to with my body?" Draco called out into the alleyway, earning a very dirty look from a batty old lady on the side walk, who, for a moment seemed to be debating about whacking him on the head with her umbrella.

Draco saw Potter smirk and say, "We are going to the Burrow"

"Potter! I can't be seen going to that place, my social life will be in tatters!!" Draco exclaimed.

"Malfoy, your social life is already in tatters, look at yourself, you're me." Potter said wryly.

Draco fumed, "There has got to be a better solution!"

Potter rolled his eyes and sighed, "Okay, let's see...You can't go to the Manor as you look like flaming Harry Potter! You can't go back to Privet Drive, as they will surely kill you since you look like flaming Harry Potter, thus the burrow is the only safe option, if you act like me that is, and not your whiney self." Potter said.

"But I could go stay with one of my friends or something…but I'm you so they would either kick me out, or take me to the dark lord…" Draco murmured.

"Caught on have you Malfoy? Took you long enough" Potter smirked.

"And pray tell, where will you be going with my body?" Draco narrowed his eyes to slits.

"To The Burrow of course" Potter was clearly getting pleasure out of this torture that was being inflicted upon Draco. Damn Sadist.

"Potter how many times should I tell you that I cannot be seen at that god for-saken place?" Draco yelled.

"Malfoy, get a grip, I'll be under my invisibility cloak so it will be a cinch!" Potter exclaimed.

"Hey-oh! Hold up! Invisibility cloak?!" Draco looked positively menacing.

He advanced towards Potter slowly.

"So it was you that day at hogsmeade!!" Draco jabbed a finger at Potter accusingly, who stumbled back to get away from Draco.

"Heh…" Potter shrugged guiltily.

"Don't you 'heh' me, you! You ruined my beautiful hand tailored robes!" Draco spat.

Hearing this, Potter seemed to regain his composure, and rolled his eyes, "Malfoy, you were insulting Ron and Hermione. Some how, one's best friend being called a 'mudblood' causes them to throw mud at the prat who just can't seem to keep his bloody distance, don't you think?" Potter mock asked.

Draco narrowed his eyes and ignoring the remark, exclaimed, "So this was how you got around the castle without being caught! Bloody brilliant! Can I see it?"

Potter looked at him incredulously, "you really are completely mental, you know that Malfoy?" he shook his head in amazement.

"yeah yeah, whatever! Can I see it??" Draco asked excitedly.

Potter sighed and fumbled into one of his bags, and took out a long shiny cloak; he then shrunk his bags and trunk and put them in his pocket.

Opening the cloak to its full size, he pulled Draco towards him, and threw the cloak over them.

Draco looked as giddy as a child in a candy shop, Potter rolled his eyes and once again roughly grabbed his arm, and apparated them.

"To the Burrow" Potter murmured under his breath, as they had arrived in front of what could only be the Weasley living…area.

Draco turned to look at Potter with wide fearful eyes…