NOTE: Thank you to scrumpdiddlyumptious for pointing this out to me, so just to be clear: Yes, Draco is a male equivalent of Hermione, and Hermione is a female Malfoy heiress- very important part of story :D Sorry if it was unclear… you know how it is when you have a clear idea in your head, but having troubles to express it :D But thank you all for all the comments and giving this story a chance Hope you enjoy new chapter!
Chapter3: D is for Dumbledore
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Draco took a deep breath and said: "This might sound crazy, but last night I did a spell and it hit you and… you're not really a Malfoy! You're just a mudb… eh, muggleborn. Our lives somehow swapped and I'm the real Malfoy!"
When Draco finished, everything went quiet. They all stared at him with their eyes wide open and mouths hanging, but then….
The new Slytherin Princess busted out laughing, quickly joined by others; this time even including Blaise. Theodore put his arm around Hermione's shoulders and gave a low chuckle. "You're lucky, mudblood. We won't even hex your ass, since you are so entertaining" said Nott with smile, but then his face went completely poker and he whispered: "But don't you even dare to come back, otherwise we won't be so nice…" Draco furrowed his eyebrows in threat, but did not make a move. He was pretty sure, that after this debacle, none of his ex-housemates would even think about helping him.
"Let's go." Rolled her eyes Hermione and pulled Theodore down the corridor in the direction of great hall. Draco did not waste time watching them leave, and rather turned around.
As he was to take first step an incredible pain burned in his spine spreading quickly to his head and other part of his body. His lungs were on fire and he was barely able to thing straight. With last clear thought he grabbed the wall to his left and his body slid down. He knew this feeling. It was a Cruciatus curse. His father used it on him couple times…
Before he even had the time to scream, the pain stopped. Draco rolled on his back and took a couple sharp deep breaths just to make sure he was still able to. He tried to open his eyes and thought the tears he saw a tall dark figure hovering above him. He blinked couple more times, but his vision did not get any better. He could see the outlines of the attacker squatting next to him. He expected more pain in a form of hit, but only thing coming was Italian-accented low voice: "Stay away, Mudblood."
Blaise? thought Draco. He wiped his eyes and looked up again just to see tall form of Blaise Zabini walking pass the group of Slytherins waiting for him. What the fuck was going on with Blaise? Under normal circumstances he would be proud of his friend for attack like this on a mudblood, because in Draco's reality, Blaise had a strange affinity towards mudbloods… but this were not exactly normal circumstances. Draco closed his eyes again, causing himself to miss worried look which Hermione gave him before Nott and others dragged her away.
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Draco ran his hand through his now-brown hair for the fiftieth time in past hour in attempt to calm his mind, which was running thousand times its normal. He did get to his old Slytherin dormroom as he planned without much troubles, but when he got there, he found no traces of his life. The room was still in green and silver colors, but filled with expensive female clothing and other artifacts belonging to Hermione. Some of them he knew from the manor, and some he at least heard of before. In the place of his broom stand was now a bookcase …No surprise! Once a bookworm, always a bookworm… He went through all of the stuff, but did not find his wand or anything what even slightly resembled his belongings, for that matter. One thing he found though was a magical photo, of his father. In a picture he was couple years younger and looking like his normal self with an icy stare and straight posture, until a little hand tugged on his rope. For a second Lucius looked angry, but when he looked down his eyes melted and he picked a little blond girl in his arm and then they both gave the biggest smile to the cameraman. Draco wondered if his father was this happy when he was young.
He got up from the bench he was sitting on for a past hour. His life shattered in front of his eye just because of stupid spell. He hated himself right now. He knew he must tell Dumbledore now. He really wanted his life back. He never asked for help before, it was below Malfoy.
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"Proffesor Dumbledor?" walked Draco in to the headmaster's office.
Dumbledore looked up and smiled: "Ah, Mr. Granger, please, take a seat."
Draco sat on the other side of the table and took a piece of candy Dumbledore had politely offered him. Albus set down his quill and looked at Draco.
"What can I help you with, Mr. Granger?" asked old wizard.
"This will sound like a lie, but I am not Granger…" started Draco slow. Dumbledore pushed his glasses higher up his nose and raised his eyebrows in question: "You are not? And who are you then?"
"M-Mayfoy" peeped Draco and looked at the tan skin of his hands.
"And have you told Miss Malfoy yet? She might be interested in such information." Said Dumbledore in a calm voice, but a very cheeky smile played on his face.
Great! Now even old man is making fun of him! Draco frowned and said: "That's not funny!"
Dumbledore straightened his posture and asked: "And how exactly did it happen?"
"I wanted to show Mudblood her place, so I used some prehistoric spell and then it all went to shit!" Great Draco! Not that you won't get your life back, but you're also gonna get arrested! Brilliant! Thought Draco about his explanation.
"I was practicing…the-eh…magic…and Mud-eh-Hermione bumped into me and the spell…just kinda hit her?" tried his best Draco in finding tolerable excuse. Dumbledore gave him the youdontevenbelieveityourself look, but then Draco continued: "The spell caused us to somehow swap our lives."
Albus thought for a second, leaned forward and said: "In that case, I would just wait till the spell wears off"
"WHAT?" yelled Draco. "But, professor, I can't live like Granger!" Draco tried to suppress the disgusted face and feeling of nausea, which were threatening to surface: "She is Gryffindor, probably poor and.. and…"
Dumbledore jumped into Draco's little speech, which was about to get very offensive: "You can use that time to get know your classmate's life and make new friends. It will be a great opportunity for you!" Older wizard smiled like he just explained the most banal thing and let speechless Draco to the office's door. There he gave Draco one more wide grin and said in a very entertained voice: "But, if you really want to cancel the spell, you should talk to our best student. She might be able to help you. She is an expert in older spells."
"Really? That's great! Who is it?" asked suddenly happy Draco. Haha! So he did have a chance after all. He just needs to persuade the person whoever it is to help him. There is a hope!
Dumbledore's smile widened and he said: "Hermione Malfoy, of course!" and he slammed his door in Draco's face.
Damn it! I should have known! And this old fool has just fun out of it! Was yelling Draco in his mind,but then an idea struck him. Dumbledore was suspiciously trustful. He did not check his thoughts, nor did he give him Veritaserum, plus he seemed to have too much fun, instead of helping. Of course! clicked in Draco's brain. Dumbledore knew it was true, he just decided not to help him! Bastard!
Draco span on his heal and ran back to headmaster's office. He pounded on the door and yelled: "Professor! Professor! I know you are in there!" but reply never came and after while Draco was forced to give up.
He walked down the corridor, thinking about his next step, when suddenly somebody jumped on his back and screamed in his ear: "Sup, mate!"
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Happy 4th of July! Hope you enjoyed this chapter :] Don't worry tons of Hermione/Draco coming in next one! Don't forget to leave comments with suggestions!
