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A/N: Well, I know it's been a while…. Ok not that long but I know a lot of you have been waiting on it, so here is the next chapter. I hope you like it!
Parkinson drug me deeper into an alcove. I figured this should freak me out a little but then I remembered that I was in her body and she was too in love with herself to hurt her. Me. Us? Whatever! Her body. Finally she stopped walking and slammed me into the wall. Standing a bit on her tiptoes, she got into my face, a look of pure hatred etched into her face. And let me tell you, when I was mad I could be down right scary. I almost shrank under her glare.
"Ok, Granger, start talking. What did you do to me?"
So she thought I did this? I saw red.
"What do you mean what did I do? I didn't do anything, Parkinson! Do you think I want to be an evil, little, conniving slut?" I asked with disgust in my voice and hate in my eyes.
Her eyes flashed and she colored over red. "I think you know it would be better than being a goody-two-shoes know-it-all Mudblood, who has nothing better to do than eat, sleep, and breathe books. Excluding when she follows her little Weasel crush around like the dog she is!"
That had done it! I reached to whip out my wand, only to find it wasn't in the pocket I kept it in. And then I came back to the situation at hand. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself and spoke through gritted teeth.
"Look, Parkinson. We need to figure out what happened. Because despite what you think, I didn't do anything to make us like this. In fact, I hate this situation just as much, if not more, than you do. I can promise you that."
She seemed to take a deep breath too, but when she spoke, I knew she wasn't in as much control as I was. "You're right, Granger. So how do we find out what happened?"
I thought about it a moment. I really had no clue how this happened, and I couldn't really think of a way to undo it. I hadn't a clue! And that frustrated me. I hardly ever knew nothing about a situation. And I hated having to go into something blind. But I had to think of something, because I knew Parkinson wasn't goi-
"Why don't we go ask Dumbledore?" she asked. I blinked.
It was so simple and yet brilliant. And then I busted out in tears. She had gotten my brain!!!
Parkinson looked on, horrified, as I slid down to the ground.
"What is the matter with you," she seethed. "Have some dignity!"
I couldn't help it. I couldn't handle this. I was strong. In fact, I could count on one hand how many times I'd cried over the course of the last six years. Especially in front of people. Yes, I was strong, but this was too much. I didn't want to be her. And even more, I didn't want her to be me. But the most important thing I had was my mind. Always working and turning and figuring out the most complicated things. And now I didn't have it anymore!
"Mudblood! Granger! Pull yourself together! I don't want anyone coming by and seeing me like this!" Unfortunately the stupid, selfish girl was right. Nobody needed to see this and it was ridiculous to be crying. I mean, I wasn't hurt. Nobody was dead – although after everything that has happened, that is truly a miracle. I had to pull myself together. I ceased with the noises as best I could as I nodded and stood up. Parkinson was still looking at me with disgust. I ignored her as I wiped my eyes and then turned to face her again. I nodded once more.
"You're right," I said coldly, "that was stupid. Let's go see Professor Dumbledore. He must know something to help us."
"Of course I'm right! Now c'mon! Let's go!"
"Are you crazy?" She stopped at my words. "We can't go together. People can't suspect that something is up!"
She seemed to understand, but still said, "Yes, well what about the others. The ones that saw us before. They probably already suspect something."
"We can just blame it on a reaction from the black outs. You know, kind of like an hallucination. Nobody will know the difference, except for Madame Pomfery and the poor woman is so busy all the time that she'll probably forget about it by the end of the day."
"Ok, so what are we going to do?"
I grinned. My mind would have known exactly what needed to be done and it would have wanted to take control of the situation, simply because it knew the answer that everyone else wanted. I still had my brain!
"Why the hell are you grinning, Granger?" the she-devil demanded.
"Because you're stupid, now shut up! Here's what we're going to do. You are going to go to Dumbledore's office and I will follow shortly after you."
I swear she almost she almost slapped herself in a way as if to say Duh!
But without a word she promptly turned on her heel and stalked off mumbling something about 'stupid know-it-all Mudbloods.' I simply grinned.
About ten minutes after Parkinson left, I followed behind her. I was about half way to my destination when I heard Parkinson's name being called.
"Pansy! Pansy!" a deep voice cried from behind me. I turned to look and saw Theodore Nott running up to me.
"What is it, No – The -," I sighed. "What do you want?" Nott looked at me intently before he said, "Draco wants you. He says he needs you to go see him."
"Can't it wait?" I asked, exasperated.
"No," he said with a shrug. "He says it's important."
"Well you know what? Go tell him that what I'm doing is probably a hell lot more important than anything he has for me," I said. And without another word or even glance, I was on my way again.
When I finally reached the gargoyles, I quickly said the password Harry had given me, and hurried my way up the steps.
When I arrived, I was met with the sight of five people waiting on me: Parkinson, Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall and Malfoy. Great! Four people I'm not on a first name basis with. This should be fun…
"Ah, Miss Granger. Come in, and tell me about this little problem of yours," Professor Dumbledore said, that famous glint in his eye.
I sighed and thought here goes nothing as I sat down to explain what I didn't know.
A/N: Well, there it is! I hope you liked it! And I know this story is a little slow coming, but the good stuff will be here soon. In the next couple of chapters. And then all of us Draco lovers will get a lot more! Yummy! But you have to keep reviewing if you want more! Thanks for reading. And please, if you have ideas or pointers, don't be shy!
