Originally Written By EmoNekoNinja
It was given to me by EmoNekoNinja and I have the approval to continue this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters! They are and will always be J.K. Rowling's characters.
Chapter 3
After the Professors left, Malfoy busy check out everything on his-er, Harry's body.
"I can not believe it."
Harry sighed. "Believe it Malfoy. No would you stop checking me out and get over here so we can figure out what we're going to do?"
Draco sneered at his reflection in the mirror, "Eww, you can't even sneer nice."
Harry snorted. "Sneer nice? It's sneering! What did you expect?"
Sighing, Draco plopped on Harry's hospital bed. "Okay, enough. What are we going to do…"
Harry tapped his chin, thinking, when he suddenly got an idea. "We could just act like ourselves!"
Malfoy sweat dropped. "Um, Potter. How do you suppose we do that?! I mean I look like you and I can't just waltz in the Slytherin common rooms and say, 'Hey, it's me, Draco.' And expect them to act as if nothing is wrong!!"
"Are you done now?" Harry asked, "I meant we act like each other. You act like me. Go back to the Gryffindor common rooms, hang out with Ron and Hermione, fail potions, and be Harry Potter The-Boy-Who-Lived."
Draco groaned and fell back on the mattress, "This is like a FanFiction gone horribly, horribly wrong! How in the name of Merlin do you think we can pull that off?!"
Harry was shocked that Malfoy even knew what FanFiction was. But quickly forgetting about it, he pressed on the matter at hand. " It won't be so hard. We could write a like, a manual for how to go about our every day lives as the other. That way, we'll know what to do if something comes up."
Malfoy sat up and raised an eyebrow. "You know what? That's just stupid enough to actually work."
"I know right?!" Harry exclaimed.
"No. Merlin, you're an idiot Potter!"
"Well what do you think we should do?"
Malfoy thought, and thought and thought some more, before agreeing. "You're idea is the only one I could think of."
Harry jumped up out of the bed and danced. "Ha HA! Victory dance!"
"POTTER, Stop what you are doing at once. As in NOW."
Harry stopped his happy dance. "Bitch, I was dancing."
Malfoy scowled. "I am not a female dog, Potter."
Sighing, Harry sat on the bed again. "OMFG, this is going to be difficult."
"What's O, M, F, G?"
"GRRRR. I need a really big composition note for this!"
"A what? Potter! Explain now!"
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Finally, Harry got out the comp books and gave one to Malfoy.
"Here, this is what you'll use to write how to be you. Okay?" Harry asked.
Malfoy looked at the book like it would eat him. "Is that a muggle item?"
Harry let out a very frustrated sigh. "Yes, and you'll be seeing a lot of muggle items being me. Let's also get you a pen."
"What's that?"
"Like a quill, only you don't need to get ink every two second because the ink is inside of it."
"Oh."
Breaking out his …er man bag, Harry pulled out two pens and two sharpies.
"Here, Malfoy." He said after handing a pen and sharpie to him.
Malfoy stared at them for a moment, before asking, "Which one is the pen?"
Harry almost cried at that point. Almost.