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Draco: Too right!

Hermione: Quit talking and get to reading!

Draco: Well this is a side I've not seen before…

Hermione: *Grins*

Chapter 3

Hermione

Everyone's eyes fell to us as we walked throned the doors to the Great Hall. One by one, people turned to stop and gawk as two unbeknown students made their hurried way into a seat. Draco changed direction abruptly and made his way to the Slytherin table, whilst I slid myself down next to a very confused Ginny.

"And who are you?" She questioned, obviously very confused as to why a 'stranger' was sitting in her Best Friend's seat. "Ginny, I promise I'll explain everything later, but for now could you please be quiet?" I whispered, shushing her as the Headmistress took the stand and addressed the audience: "Good evening to you all. I welcome everyone back to another wonderful year at Hogwarts. Now, before the Sorting begins, I have an announcement to make." Everyone muttered at this and one or two gasps of confusion could be heard going around the room.

"As some of you may already have realised, the Head Boy and Head Girl have yet to come onstage. This is because, instead of doing it the normal way and having them informed prior to the school year, the staff have decided that we should announce the honour in front of the school. " At this speech, I turned to Ginny and, forgetting she didn't know who I was, said excitedly: "Oh, Ginny, do you think I'm in with a chance?" I was full of excitement, and smiled in a way that made Ginny have a serious bout of Déjà vu.

"I-I'm sure you are…um, what's your name?" I gave her a withering look, before realising that I had been Transfigured without Ginny realising. "Hermus. That's me!" I said, rather unconvincingly. A fake smile plastered on, Ginny returned her gaze to the Headmistress, who was receiving a message from a very worried looking house elf. "Really?! Oh dear… I should have known this would happen to someone, but not the two best students in my class! Surely not?" she said, oblivious to the fact that her voice loudening charm was still on. "Very well. Can I please welcome to the podium…Hermus and Draksha?" she said unconfidently.

Nervous looks were being exchanged, and many murmurs of surprise were let out when the two strange new students walked onto the stage. McGonagall looked close to fainting when she saw us. It was clear to her who we were, and she patted us both awkwardly.

Upon receiving our badges, we both quickly returned to their seats, embarrassed not beginning to describe how weird we felt. "Your accommodations will be shown to you after the feast," McGonagall called after us. Food was magically placed on the table, and it was time to answer Ginny's obviously burning questions.

"OK, first of all, who are you? Really, I mean," stated Ginny. "How did you manage to score Head Boy? When did you start here at Hogwarts?" she interrogated, a steely glint in her eyes.

"Whoa, Ginny, calm down!" I said, trying my best not to draw attention. "If you really want to know," Hermione mumbled (at this, Ginny nodded enthusiastically), "then here goes. HermioneGranger, IworkhardIhope, startedayearbeforeyouwithHarryandRon." I said in one breath. Shocked, Ginny looked me over, then gasped. "I knew I recognised you! But how did this hap -…OH! It was that spell that knocked you and Malfoy -…OH!" she gasped.

Her eyes were wide as saucers as everything began to sink in. "That spell…Contraria Permuto, wasn't it? The spell that changes the object to it's opposite… It's switched both your genders?!" It was then that she properly gasped, looking me over for seemingly the first time. "Malfoy distracted me whilst we were supposed to be listening to the explanation. I didn't catch a word! We messed up the spell, and instead of the objects, we Transfigured ourselves!" I sighed, exasperated at this whole new situation. "Let's…let's just eat." And, finally at my wits end about Malfoy, I threw myself at my food.

Draco

Head Bo - Girl. Not so bad… I bet father never received this award! Though, he never got changed into a girl either, I suppose… I thought darkly. The boys at my table were all eyeing me up, trying their best to seem oblivious. One or two had already tried hitting on me, but I had seen to that problem already. Now, I sat in silence, surveying my surroundings and eating quietly. An extremely confused Blaise Zabini (who had chosen to redo his Seventh alongside me) looked at me, and I remembered that I had been Transfigured. Sighing and extending my arm, I whispered: "Draco Malfoy. Nice to re-meet you." At this statement, Blaise recoiled in shock and whispered back:

"Is that really you, Draco?!"

"Yes. But I'm under the fake name Draksha, so could you do me a favour and refer to me as that in others' prescence?!"

"Yeah, alright…" he muttered, clearly still not sure whether to trust me or not.

"Look, the filthy low life was distracting me during transfiguration, and I didn't catch the explanation. Remember? And then this happened." I gestured to my new appearance, only to look up and see that Blaise was quietly giggling to himself. "What? It's not funny." I snapped.

"Sorry, sorry, " he said, stifling more laughter. I clocked him one on the head, and returned to my food. Smiling to himself, he did the same.

Hermione

We followed the House Elf apprehensively, not quite sure of what to expect. We weren't disappointed, either.

"Wow! This is amazing! I this really all for me?" I exclaimed, trying my best to regain control of my dignity. I could see Malfoy sniggering behind his hand. "Yes, sir, Sparky got instructions to show you, sir. You do not like it, sir?" asked Sparky worriedly.

"No, I love it! This is wonderful!" I gushed. Behnd the house elf, Malfoy mimed throwing up. My apartment contained a kitchenette, a bedroom, a living room and a bathroom. Noticing a door in the bathroom, I went up to it wondering where it went. I wonder if Malfoy's room is just as luxurious as this? I thought happily.

Then without warning, the door slid open to reveal a dishevelled and increasingly annoyed Malfoy. "Why the hell is the bathroom connected?" he seethed, whipping around to face the house elf (who was cowering behind a table at this point)

"Drac-ksha! Don't be so nasty to Sparky! he's only following orders."

"Damn straight! And what kind of person gives orders for a SHARED bathroom?! I'm not sharing a room with…with the likes of you! You, a low life piece of scum! You don't deserve even my presence!" he concluded haughtily. I rolled my eyes and shut the door in his face.

One millisecond later, there was a ferocious knocking as a certain blonde - haired idiot tried to get through my door. Having a sudden burst of inspiration, I ran out of my bathroom, round to his door and through his apartment. Tiptoeing, I crept up on him and surprised the living heck outta him! "RAAARGH!" I hollered, right in his ear.

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Malfoy shrieked, jumping three feet into the air and then scowling at me. If looks could kill, I'd be Hades! I thought apprehensively. Slowly, I backed towards the door, my laughter threatening to overflow. A smile was tugging at Malfoy's lips, and I recognised a glint in his eyes. He dashed towards me, screaming, and threw a pillow at me. It got me square on the face, and in reply I began tossing everything and anything within my reach. Soon, it had become full scale war, with socks, seat cushions and duvets flying around.

Finally, we both collapsed on the floor, giggling and out of breath. I shifted my gaze towards him and beamed. He was having a hard time trying to glare at me now! I thought happily.

"G - get out of my room, G - granger!" he stuttered. I stared. Then, sighing, I stood up and left the room. What I failed to notice would be crucial in future weeks…

Draco

My lip trembled as she left the room, and I desperately tried not to laugh. A sudden blush crept stealthily across my cheeks, and I felt mortified. A MUGGLE BORN, DRACO! My brain screamed, reminding me that I had a reputation to uphold. Sitting up, I felt annoyed without knowing why. Unconvincingly, I told myself that she was filthy scum, but I wasn't as sure as I was yesterday. What had happened to me?

My room was nice, but nothing compared to Malfoy Mansion. And after the…shocking…bathroom, I wasn't sure that being head GIRL was all it was cracked up to be. Then again, we did have our own common room. And desks. And study! I grinned to myself. Working quickly, I unpacked my belongings and placed them on shelves and in open spaces, creating a very Slytherin - esque feel to the place. After all, I smiled, green WAS my favourite colour.

Nipping into the bathroom, I was surprised to find Granger's stuff all neatly arranged (in colour order, typical) on the shelves. Grumbling, I shoved it all to one side and plonked my things next to hers. Realising that I'd actually have to share a part of my living space with a mud—ggle born, I grimaced and swept out of the bathroom. This was gonna be a lo-o-ong year. In more aspects than just one.

"Granger! I'm gonna take a shower, so don't you dare come in! I know I'm irresistible, even as a girl, but do try to keep your sweaty hands out of sight," I drawled loudly. All I got in reply was a grunt, then: "What? No, I'm in the shower!"

"Well, hurry up then! I'm not going to wait for long."

"You're going to have to; I'm still not used to this body!" she said, sounding mildly embarrassed. I grinned devilishly, then remembered I had the exact same problem.

Oh damn.

Clothes!

"M-Malfoy? Do you have any spare clothing that I could borrow?" she questioned, a scared look on her face. I mentally threw up. What? A piece of scum, dirt, trash, wearing my personally tailored and fitted clothing? She must be off her rocker! "Ew, no way Grnger, absolutely not!" I retorted. She poked her head into my room and smirked. "You can have my clothes if you give me yours. After all, you're going to need some serious changes to your wardrobe if you're a girl," she suggested, winking.

I caught on to what she was talking about, went a nasty shade of burgundy and handed her my leather chest full of robes. Gratefully, she levitated it into the bathroom and proceeded to get dressed. Her own case floated into the room a minute or so later; not wanting her to think that we were friends, I yelled after her: "Where's your sense of fashion, Granger? All I see here are rags!" before snorting with contempt and glee.

Again her angry form popped into my room, only to become shocked and embarrassed as she realised that I was half way through changing. Luckily, I had all the dangerous parts covered, but that didn't stop me from blushing profusely and throwing my clothes at her head. After all, who likes to be seen by an ugly stranger in only your top and boxers? Certainly not me. "Get out, get out, get OUT!" I squealed, surprised that my voice could get that high.

Anyone passing the Head Boy's and Girl's Bedrooms at that particular moment would have had some odd thoughts, as there was a constant stream of 'out! ouch! Out! Ouch! OUT! OUCH!' that was rather hard to ignore.

A/N: Heya curly here. Hope u like, if you don't well sorry but das how I'm writing it! And plz review: I'm really encouraged when you do!

curly xoxo

Malfoy: When will this blasted spell end? Tell me, muggle.

Granger: Malfoy, put the wand away.

Malfoy: *mutters* Whai u do dis to me

Granger: *giggles*