Sunday.
After waking up early on Sunday morning and going down to breakfast alone, Draco decided to take a walk in the grounds. Apart from what he had discovered about Ginny, Draco hadn't found the previous day too bad but he was more concerned by the upcoming day. After lunch it was the Quidditch match and Draco just didn't think he would be able to play for Gryffindor, especially against Slytherin.
As Draco headed down to The Black Lake, he spotted himself standing by the waterside. As he approached Potter, Draco contemplated how weird it was to see yourself walking around the place. Looking at your reflection in the mirror really didn't prepare you to come face to face with yourself.
"Potter." Draco greeted, coming to a stop next to his body. It felt incredibly odd to be addressing his rival while he was residing in his body.
"Malfoy." Harry nodded, turning to look at the new arrival.
It was only when he turned round and faced his own body that Harry realised that Malfoy was taller than him. He'd never really noticed it before, but it was fairly obvious now he was looking down at himself.
"What are you doing out here?" Draco asked. "Worried, about the match this afternoon?"
"I'm not worried." Harry retorted, not willing to discuss the real reason he was up and out so early. The problem with Ginny was weighing heavily on his mind but he was trying not to think too much about her. "But I'm not exactly looking forward to it."
"Me either." Draco agreed. "I can't believe Dumbledore wouldn't postpone the match. I mean would it have killed him to put it back one week."
"I know, it's so unfair making us play against our houses." Harry grumbled.
"Well he might be making us line up against our houses, but that doesn't mean we have to play for the other team." Draco smirked as he suddenly decided on his tactics for the match.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked in confusion. "Of course we have to play for the other team."
"No, we don't. I may have to put on your uniform and head into the match as you, but that's all I'm doing. There's no way on earth I'm catching that snitch."
"But if we don't catch the snitch, the game will go on forever." Harry protested.
"Then you catch it." Draco retorted. "I'm not helping Gryffindor win, even if I have to stay up there all day."
"Well I'm not helping Slytherin win." Harry sneered, crossing his arms definitely and turning to stare at the lake in front of them.
"Looks like we're in for a long match." Draco chuckled. "See you later, Potter."
Turning and leaving his body, Draco headed back inside the castle. Now he had a plan for the Quidditch match he couldn't wait for it to begin. Even better, now he had told Potter the plan he knew the Gryffindor wouldn't be able to resist trying the same tactics, which meant all Draco had to do was goad Potter into grabbing the snitch. Draco had watched Potter play Quidditch since first year and he had concluded that the Gryffindors talent was very much instinctual, he wouldn't be able to resist grabbing the snitch if he saw it and more than likely he would have it in his hand before he realised what was happening. Draco on the other hand was more than confident that even if the little golden ball was hovering within touching distance that he would be able to resist the lure of catching it.
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Hermione settled into the Gryffindor stands to watch the match. Normally Hermione brought a book to the matches, but not when Gryffindor were playing Slytherin. When Slytherin were playing, Hermione liked to watch her boyfriend flying around in his very sexy uniform. Whenever Slytherin were playing anyone else she always had Harry and Ron sitting with her, meaning she couldn't focus on the blond seeker in green, but whenever Slytherin played Gryffindor she was free to pay attention to whoever she chose to.
Hermione watched as the two teams strode out and took to the skies. While the two teams gathered for a last minute team talk, Hermione began anticipating what would happen at the end of the match. Because her date with Draco had been cancelled on Friday night she had decided to give her boyfriend a little after match treat. Underneath her robes she was wearing her skimpiest green and silver lingerie and she had asked Blaise to make sure the Slytherin team left the dressing rooms quickly after the match.
Turning her attention back to the pitch, she watched as the two teams took their places. When Madam Hooch blew the whistle and released the snitch, Hermione's eyes immediately went to her boyfriend. Draco and Harry had both risen into the air at speed, before Harry stopped and began slowly flying circles around Draco. After a minute or so Draco stopped and the two seekers looked to be having a conversation.
"What is going on?" Neville asked from beside Hermione. He was also watching the bickering seekers, as were most of the stadium.
"I have no idea." Hermione replied, continuing to watch her boyfriend and best friend.
Every now and again the two boys would fly around a bit, but they continued to stick close together and neither of them seemed bothered with searching for the snitch. Hermione watched the action closely, trying to work out what was bothering her about the entire thing. There was something just not quite right with what she was witnessing, but at the minute she couldn't put her finger on it. She did wonder if it had anything to do with Harry's strange behaviour the previous day but she couldn't understand why Harry's oddness should affect the way he played Quidditch. And even if Harry's behaviour was connected, that still didn't explain why Draco was acting oddly.
"Are either of them going to look for the snitch?" Seamus huffed. "I've seen it three times already."
"At this rate, we might have to wait until its right under their noses." Hermione responded.
As it turned out Hermione's prediction had been right, and it was the presence of the snitch right beside the two seekers that finally prompted some action. By this time the match had been going on for over two hours and a large section of the crowd had left. Harry and Draco had also both been reprimanded by their teammates and both boys had suffered boos from the crowd.
Hermione herself had being contemplating leaving when the snitch appeared right next to the two seekers. The whole crowd fell silent and watched as the two boys looked to be arguing over something. The arguing continued for a few more minutes, until slowly Harry reached out his hand for the golden ball. However he was moving so slowly that Draco's hand suddenly shot out and grabbed the snitch from under his nose.
"Malfoy catches the snitch, Slytherin win." The commentator announced.
Slytherins win was met by cheers from the green and silver half of the crowd and groans from the red and gold half. Hermione however kept her eyes on the two seekers, and witnessed something very strange. Draco looked devastated to have caught the snitch while Harry had a huge smile on his face. Hermione pondered their reactions as a bizarre thought entered her mind.
Hermione continued to mull over the events of the Quidditch match and the previous day, as the players returned to the ground. Hermione watched as the Slytherins surrounded a desolate looking Draco while a jubilant looking Harry trudged after his disappointed teammates. Deciding it was time to test her little theory, Hermione made her way to the changing rooms. Hanging around in the shadows she watched as the Slytherins emerged and headed back to the castle, no doubt eager to celebrate their victory.
Once Blaise had emerged, and nodded to her indicating Draco was alone, Hermione snuck forward and entered the changing rooms. Upon entering the room she found Draco sitting on a bench with his head in his hands, and much to her pleasure he was still wearing his uniform.
"Shouldn't you be happy?" She asked, announcing her presence. "You've just won after all."
Harry's head shot up at the sound of his best friend's voice. He was totally confused as to why Hermione was in the Slytherin changing rooms or why she was speaking to Malfoy as though they were friends.
"Maybe I can cheer you up." Hermione smiled, slowly walking towards her boyfriend.
Harry was still confused as Hermione stalked towards him. When she then pushed him to sit upright and straddled his lap, Harry's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Surely Malfoy's secret girlfriend wasn't Hermione, although it would explain why they were sneaking about.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, rolling her hips against Draco's lap.
Harry couldn't help but moan as Hermione ground herself against him and he was mortified to realise that Malfoy's body was starting to respond to her actions. "Nothing." He managed to mutter, as he tried to work out how to get Hermione off his lap.
"Good." Hermione smiled before bending down and connecting her lips with her boyfriends.
Harry found himself responding to the kiss at first, but then he came to his senses and ended it. Lifting Hermione off his lap, he jumped up and backed away from her.
"What on earth is wrong with you?" Hermione asked. Draco's response had all but confirmed her suspicions but she still wanted an explanation. "Why is everyone so weird this weekend?"
"What do you mean, everyone's being weird?" Harry asked, wondering what Malfoy had done.
"Well you've just rejected me, which you never do. And then Harry spent all day yesterday flirting with me and touching me."
"He did what?" Harry exclaimed. It was now very clear that Hermione and Malfoy were involved, although it was also clear that Malfoy had forgotten himself the previous day.
"Jealous are you?" Hermione questioned. Knowing without a doubt that her boyfriend would be ranting and raving by now and most likely threatening to hex Harry's bits.
"No." Harry replied. "I'm just shocked."
"That makes two of us." Hermione responded. "I was very shocked when he felt me up in the middle of Hogsmeade."
Harry looked at Hermione in surprise, before sinking down on a nearby bench. When this was over he was going to kill Malfoy for touching Hermione while in his body. It was bad enough he touched her anyway, but he shouldn't be doing it in someone else's body.
"Well if you're not interested in sex, I'll be going." Hermione sighed, heading to the door. "Bye, Harry." She called over her shoulder.
"Bye, Hermione." Harry called absently, his mind still firmly on Malfoy and what an idiot he had been.
It was only a minute later when it hit Harry what Hermione had said. Looking up he found Hermione standing by the door, watching him closely.
"I was right then." Hermione said, approaching Harry and sitting down on a bench nearby. "You are Harry."
"How did you know?" Harry asked, surprised he could ask the question. Maybe Dumbledore's spell prevented them from telling anyone but it didn't count if someone guessed.
"Like I said, Harry was acting weird yesterday. And now Draco doesn't want sex, which never happens." Hermione explained. "Then there was that bizarre Quidditch match I've just watched. Neither of you wanted to catch the snitch and when you did catch it you looked so devastated, while Harry looked so pleased."
"I still can't believe you figured it out." Harry said, impressed with Hermione's brains.
"I wouldn't have been able to if you weren't my best friend and Draco wasn't my boyfriend. I was able to do it, because I know you both so well." Hermione said. "So why are you in each other's bodies? I'm assuming this has something to do with your detention with Dumbledore on Friday."
"Yeah, he reckoned a few days in each other's lives would help us see we're not that different." Harry explained.
"Has it worked?" Hermione asked.
"Maybe." Harry shrugged. "The Slytherins are actually pretty cool, so I'm guessing Malfoy isn't as big of a git as I thought he was."
"He's not." Hermione smiled. "If you gave him a chance you'll probably like him."
"Speaking of liking Malfoy, how long have you been shagging him?" Harry asked.
"Harry, that's a very personal question." Hermione tutted. "I'm not answering that question specifically but I will tell you we've been together since the end of fifth year."
"Is it serious?" Harry asked, after Hermione had briefly told him how she had ended up with Malfoy.
"Yes, I'm going to the Manor over Christmas to meet his parents." Hermione replied. "Hopefully after we tell Lucius, we won't have to hide anymore."
"That must be nice." Harry said quietly, his mind falling back to Ginny. He'd once thought that when they told Molly their relationship would be out in the open but he now knew Ginny had just been fobbing him off so she could bed Blaise as well as him.
"Is everything okay?" Hermione asked.
"I don't want to talk about it now, maybe we can talk after I'm back to normal." Harry said. "Right now, I think I should be heading back to the dungeons."
"I should be going back to Gryffindor Tower." Hermione said, standing up. "When will you and Draco be back to normal?"
"Dumbledore said the potion will wear off tonight. When we wake up tomorrow we'll be back to normal."
"Okay, I'll speak to you then." Hermione smiled, before leaving the changing rooms and heading back to the castle.
Hermione had a feeling that something had upset Harry while he had been in Draco's body and she wanted to have a good talk with her friend and check he was alright. Hermione was pretty sure he wasn't upset about her relationship with Draco, in fact he seemed to take that pretty much in his stride. Whatever it was that was bothering him, Hermione was sure she would find out when he was back to normal, after all it had been weird talking to Harry but hearing Draco's voice and seeing Draco's body. Once everything had settled down she could talk to Harry when he was back to being Harry.
When she arrived back in Gryffindor Tower, Hermione wasn't surprised to find the atmosphere subdued. After a loss in Quidditch the entire tower went into a flunk, much to her annoyance. Even after nearly seven years in the wizarding world, Hermione couldn't understand why Quidditch was such a big deal.
"Where's Harry?" She asked, scanning the common room and finding no sign of the raven haired wizard that her boyfriends' consciousness was currently residing in.
"He went for a walk." Ron muttered. "Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with him, he's practically giddy that Slytherin won."
Hermione couldn't help but smile softly, knowing exactly why Harry appeared so giddy. After telling her friends she was off to find Harry, Hermione left the Tower and headed down to The Black Lake. She was guessing since it was Draco in Harry's body he would go to his favourite place on the grounds. Sure enough when she approached the lake she found Harry's body sitting beside the water, occasionally throwing the odd stone into it.
"Can I sit?" Hermione asked.
Draco turned and smiled at his girlfriend, although he was careful not to look too enthusiastic when she settled herself down next to him.
"Quidditch was interesting toady." Hermione commented, watching as a grin that was pure Draco settled on Harry's face. Hermione was shocked that she hadn't spotted what was happening sooner, now she knew the truth everything was so obvious.
"It was, wasn't it?" Draco grinned.
"Mind you, I did think you made a very bad job of the acting." Hermione said. "I'm not really sure how the whole school didn't pick up on what was happening."
"What do you mean?" Draco asked. He was beginning to wonder if he had been right and Hermione had somehow managed to work out what was going on, although with Dumbledore's secrecy spell he wasn't sure if he would be able to confirm her suspicions if she did ask him directly what was happening.
"I mean, the fact that you're Draco and Harry is in your body." Hermione announced. She was slightly disappointed that Draco didn't look too surprised that she knew.
"How did you figure it out?" Draco asked.
"Your behaviour yesterday was very un Harry like." Hermione chuckled, remembering the flirting and the touching that really should have told her immediately she was dealing with her boyfriend not her friend. "Then we had that bizarre Quidditch match, but the real turning point was when I tried to seduce my boyfriend and he wasn't interested."
"What do you mean you tried to seduce me?" Draco growled. "Potter better not have touched you, or I'll kill him."
"Relax, he didn't do anything." Hermione chuckled, deciding not to tell her boyfriend that while Harry may not have touched her, Draco's body definitely responded to her and liked what she was doing.
"He better not have, I gave him strict instructions not to do anything sexual with my body." Draco muttered.
"I'm sure Harry has no interest in doing anything with your body." Hermione retorted. "Although I'm very disappointed, I was planning on doing all sorts of naughty things with you in the changing rooms."
"Like what?" Draco asked, cursing Dumbledore for making him switch bodies with Potter and miss out on an afternoon of sex with his girlfriend.
"You'll just have to wait until the next match now." Hermione replied. "I'll pay you a visit then and treat you to what I had in store for this afternoon."
"Why wait?" Draco questioned. "Now you know who I really am, I'm right here. Granted Potter's body is not as good as mine but I'm sure I can work it just fine."
"Eew." Hermione wrinkled her nose in distaste. "I'm not shagging you when you're in my best friend's body, that's just wrong."
"I suppose it would be a bit gross." Draco said, contemplating what he had just suggested. "In fact it would be horrible. Even though it's me inside here, it would still be Potter's body touching you, his hands feeling you."
"You didn't object to his hands feeling me up yesterday." Hermione interrupted Draco's speech, knowing he would ramble on for ages if she didn't stop him.
"That was instinct." Draco argued. "You were there, so my instinct was to grab a feel."
"You're so romantic." Hermione joked, rolling her eyes.
"I can be, when I want." Draco said, leaning forward and brushing Hermione's hair out of her face.
Before Hermione could react Draco leant forward and pressed his lips against hers. Hermione hesitantly kissed back, before pulling away and grimacing. When she had kissed Draco's body earlier everything had felt the same, even though by that point she was fairly certain it was Harry inside her boyfriend. However this kiss felt all wrong and Hermione was very aware that she had just kissed her best friend, even if he was being controlled by her boyfriend.
"Never do that again." Hermione demanded. "It was so weird."
"Was it really that different?" Draco asked. From his side the kiss felt slightly different but all in all he was kissing Hermione, so he didn't really care that it was different.
"Yes." Hermione nodded. "It was just strange. You can kiss me all you like as yourself, but never as Harry."
"That's not going to be a problem after tomorrow." Draco replied. "We'll not be doing this again."
"Good." Hermione replied. "It's all very strange. First I was talking to my best friend but hearing and seeing my boyfriend and now I'm talking to my boyfriend but hearing and seeing my best friend. It's enough to make a girl's head spin."
"Maybe we should head back indoors then." Draco suggested. "I'm sure I can cope with a few more hours of playing Potter."
"Okay, but you have to act more devastated by losing the Quidditch match." Hermione said.
"I'll try, but I can't promise anything." Draco said, standing up and helping Hermione to her feet.
Hermione shook her head as they headed back into the castle. She wasn't sure if Draco could manage to act devastated over the loss but she was confident he could behave long enough so that no-one found out the truth. After all he had spent nearly two days posing as Harry and no-one had spotted anything suspicious about his behaviour. Then again Harry had spent the same amount of time being Draco and again no-one had gotten suspicious. Maybe Dumbledore was right after all and the two boys were more alike than they knew.
