A/N Okay so the beginning of this chapter can get a little confusing, so bare with me. Just in case you're a little slow, they have switched bodies but have now realized it yet.

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Hermione hit the floor hard and groaned. She scrunched up her eyes and tried to adjust to the light. She heard Draco groan in a similar fashion but his voice sounded funny. She tried to sit up, but only managed to lean on her elbows. She looked around but found that she was on the other side of the room than where she thought she had been thrown. She looked over to where Draco's groan had come from But the person who was staring back wasn't Draco, it was herself.

Hermione blinked to see if her eyes were playing tricks on her. The other Hermione had a similar reflection of emotion on her face.

Draco was also staring back at himself in awe. Talk about an out of body experience. A shot of fear ran through him, "Am I dead?" He asked the other Draco.

Hermione didn't know, she didn't know what the hell was going on. If the Hermione opposite her was dead, was she?

"Am I?" Wait, are you like my subconscious or ..." Hermione trailed off. Something was very wrong with her voice.

"Subconscious? No I'm real, If anything your my..what's wrong with my voice?" Draco was experiencing the same feelings as Hermione.

Realization was slowly coming to Hermione. Her head shot up and started to look around the room. Maybe it was one of Draco's sick jokes and he was hiding behind a couch, conjuring up the image of her. But their was no one else in the room. She finally got up the courage to ask the one question she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer to. "Where's Malfoy?"

Draco looked back in confusion, he wasn't as quick as Hermione to cotton on. He pointed to himself, "What do you mean, I'm Malfoy," he then pointed to the figure, unsure of how to address it, "And you're.." He stopped as he looked down at his hands. But they weren't his hands. They were girls hands.

Pure horror started to slide down Hermione's back causing her to hyperventilate. This couldn't be happening, it wasn't possible.

She started to shake. "You're me," her voice was a whisper, "And I'm...I'm," She couldn't finish the sentence the prospect was just too awful.

Draco looked up from his hands, he was shaking also, "Who are you?" His voice was strong, loud and feminine. He put both hands over his mouth and then quickly took them away remembering that they weren't his hands. He looked over at the other Draco who was looking just as horrified.

"And I'm...I'm" Hermione was still having trouble forming words. "I'm Hermione."

Draco's eyes went wide as he realized that she was missing. They had been the only two people in the room. And if she was there then he was..

"No," Was all he could say. "NO!"

Suddenly Draco was on his feet. The adrenaline and fear were pumping through him and he moved swiftly over to the figure of himself. He grabbed him by the arm and wrenched him to his feet. To his horror the other Draco was a couple of inches taller. Hermione let out a yelp as she also realized she was taller. Draco put his foreign hands on the other Draco's face to see if he was real or not. Hermione's hands traveled up Draco's face also but Draco batted them out of the way.

Hermione had no doubt that Draco was the other Hermione, when she batted her hands out of the way, when Hermione tried to examine her face. But she had to be sure. She suddenly grabbed the hand which was currently inspecting her head and dragged the other Hermione to the Bathroom.

Hermione and Draco stared at their reflections for a good ten seconds in complete silence. It was the weirdest sensation, looking into a mirror and not seeing yourself stare back, let alone a person who was a different gender, let alone a person who you despised. And then all of a sudden reality hit. Draco was Hermione and Hermione was Draco. And they both did the first thing that came to them.

They screamed. Loud.

They first screamed at their reflections and then turned and screamed at each other. Hermione backed up quickly, as if she was trying to get away from the truth. Draco also backed up till his back hit the tiled wall of the bathroom. They were both breathing heavily due to the screaming. They stood in silence for another minute as they tried to wrap their minds around the situation.

Hermione was the first to speak, "It's a dream right?" She said with an awkward laugh, "I mean, this isn't really happening."

Draco didn't seem to be listening. He was Hermione Granger. HERMIONE GRANGER. And somehow it was all her fault. "What did you do to me?" He was getting panicky which resulted in anger.

"What do you mean me? I didn't do this."

Draco stalked forward, but when he got close to her the height thing tricked him again. He still tried to be as menacing as possible, "Yes, you did. Now change it back."

"I did not! You idiot, even as me you're stupid! Hermione's voice started to rise, "Neither of us did this, it was that thing we were holding. That thing that belonged to your father. So really this is your fault." She was screaming now.

But Draco had stopped listening when she had mentioned his father. If that was the thing that switched them then it would be the thing that switched them back. He let go of Hermione and sprinted out of the bathroom. Yes! There it was lying on the floor where they had left it. He picked it up and saw that Hermione had followed him.

But then he went blank again. This was definitely the thing that had switched them but he didn't know how. By the look on Hermione's face she was just as clueless as him. He held it out to her.

Hermione took a step back and put her hands in the air, "I don't want it. Look what it did to me the first time I touched it, I'm not stupid enough to touch it again."

"Well what do you propose, we just stare at it. Fat lot of good that's going to do."

"Maybe we have to repeat our actions and the magic well reverse it's self."

"Okay lets try that, you were holding it and then I grabbed it and..."

"Well I was holding it," Hermione cut in, "But it was my body that was physically holding it."

"Well which way is it?" Draco growled.

"I don't know, maybe we should try it both ways," She took it from his hesitantly, " Okay so I held it out like this."

"And I grabbed it like this," Draco took the other end, "And then ... nothing"

"Maybe we have to say what we said when we were holding it."

"Okay," Draco tried to remember his words. "What was it, right, I hate you."

Hermione scowled. "That's not the exact words, we both said I hate everything about you at the exact same time."

"Okay well lets try that."

The two repeated their actions exactly the same way they had the first time. Nothing happened. They then attempted it in opposite order. Still no change. They were stumped.

Hermione wracked her brain to see if they were missing anything, "Maybe to reverse it we have to do the exact opposite to what we did in the first place."

"Well der, that's what we have been doing."

"Well we have been doing the opposite actions but not the words."

"So what your saying is that we have to say the opposite to hate, like love or something." Draco made a face.

Hermione scowled, "Oh, get that look off my face and grow up. We have to say it, not mean it," She held out the glass thing for him to hold.

"Fine." he grabbed the other end.

"I love everything about you," they both said in a small voice, as if they were admitting their sins.

Still nothing happened. Hermione looked crest fallen. They were back to square one.

"Now what?" Draco looked at her expectantly.

"I don't know," When she was in trouble, Hermione was not one to be ever out of ideas but this time she hadn't a clue. And whenever she, Harry and Ron didn't have a clue there was only one person they turned to. "Dumbledore," she said out loud. "He'll know what to do," She started towards the door.

"NO!" Draco crossed the room and blocked her path. It was then that he reallied really how much smaller he was than her now. 'Is this how she always feels standing next to me?' He didn't have time to answer himself as Hermione tried to push him out of the way.

"He can help,"

If there was one person Draco didn't want finding out that he had brought his fathers old dark objects to Hogwarts, without knowing what they were, it was the head master. "No, he can't know I have this."

Well I think he'll notice tomorrow when you turn up to breakfast in a skirt!"

"No one can know."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous," she tried to shove him out of the way again but he stood his ground. " I'm going to Dumbledore and you can't stop me."

Draco had to think quick. If Dumbledore did find out he would be in a lot of trouble. He would loose the Head position, or even worse he could be expelled. "He won't believe you. It will be your word against mine."

"Oh, like he's not going to believe, me, Hermione Granger, over you, Draco Malfoy, the biggest prat in the school."

"But you're not Granger, you're the prat." Draco mentally slapped himself for falling into that trap. Hermione smirked.

"Wait, I mean you're me, and if I say it's just Malfoy and one of his stupid games who are they going to believe, you, Draco Malfoy, or me, Hermione Granger."

Hermione's face fell. He had a point. If it came down to whose word they would believe it would be hers, well Draco's in this case.

"Okay, if we don't ask for help then what the hell do you propose we do?" She was annoyed he had found a way around it.

"Geess Ganger, you're the book worm, I thought you would have thought of the library by now."

Oh course the library why hadn't she thought of it! Probably because she was stuck in the body of the biggest prat in the school. Draco started for the door but Hermione stopped him. He glared at her, asking for an explanation.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well we can't go now it's after 11, the library will be closed. We will go tomorrow afternoon, after class."

Draco's brows furrowed, this was true. "But wait, you want me to be you for a whole day? I don't think that's possible, I mean, half an hour in this body and I might die of mudblood germs."

"And I'll probably meet the same fate from being in the body of a disgusting Death Eater."

They glared at each other daring the other to attack, but the truth was neither would make a move because they would be attacking themselves, in a sense.

"Look," Hermione broke the silence, "You're the one who won't go for help, so just get over yourself and try to cooperate."

Draco didn't reply but let go of her and made his way over to the couch. He sat down, and stared into the flames. Hermione sat down on the couch opposite and folded her arms. It was then that she started to actually take in her physical appearance. Draco's hands were a lot bigger and rougher than hers and his arms were much more toned. She looked over at Draco, well really herself. He was scowling, and even though she knew it was herself, the scowl was identical to Draco's, and she really didn't like the way it looked. At that moment he looked up at her and saw her staring.

Draco found staring at himself was just as mind boggling. In a way, he did like it, as now he could see angles of himself which a mirror couldn't show. In fact he was rather enjoying it, no wonder so many girls found him attractive. Then he remembered he wasn't him, Hermione was him, and he was Hermione. Hermione, the girl. Wait, he was a girl and girls had... A large smirk grew on his face. Hermione noticed it, and it made her nervous.

"What are you smirking at?"

"You're a girl."

Hermione looked at him like he had just grown antlers, "Um, Malfoy, I think you'll find that you're the girl now," she said slowly like she was talking to a five year old, "Unless there's something your not telling me."

Draco registered the dig at his manliness, but the smirk never left his face. "No No, I know I'm a girl now, that's my point exactly. I'm a Girl. He said the last three words slowly. Hermione's face fell, "and that means I've got.."

"Don't you dare touch my boobs, Malfoy!" Hermione was on her feet.

"Arrr but that's where you're wrong, they aren't yours anymore, they're mine." The smirk widened as he started to play with the top button.

"Stop it, Malfoy. I mean it! The last thing Hermione wanted was for Draco to see her boobs, well, they were really his boobs now. A giggle escaped her lips, thinking about Draco with boobs.

Draco stopped when he heard her laugh. He cocked his head to the side, "What's so funny?"

Hermione then started to laugh harder as she imagined Draco in a dress. "It's just that, you're a girl, and I'm, haha, I'm a boy, and, haha, it's ridiculous." And then, like a tidal wade, it hit her and Hermione collapsed on the couch in a fit of laughter. Draco also recognized the absurdity, in the situation, and started to laugh.

"To think, I Draco Malfoy, am in a skirt!" Draco laughed. He laughed harder still when he heard the girlish giggle erupt from his own chest.

Hermione howled with laughter at this. Draco looked over at her and realized what they were doing. They were laughing together, not at each other, but together. True it was more of 'absurdity of the moment laugh' than 'haha thats really funny laugh' but up until then they had never laughed together. And to Draco it felt weird. He quickly stopped laughing. Hermione stopped and looked at him, she still had a smile on her face.

Draco looked away, laughing with the mudblood was not a good thing to do, it felt too strange. He wasn't meant to laugh with her he was meant to annoy and taunt her. Right annoy and taunt. His mind returned to the most recent thing that had gotten her fired up and he started to smirk as his hand reached for the buttons.

"So lets see what Granger's got hiding behind door number one."

Hermione scowled as he undid the button, "Hey, just keep your hands to yourself, well, my hands to yourself."

"Oh come on Granger, I just want to have a peek at my new assets." The second button came undone.

Hermione froze as she saw a flash of red and purple on Draco's chest. She had completely forgotten about her scar, and there it was staring at her in the face. But it wasn't her scar anymore, it was Draco's and now he was going to find out about it.

Draco saw Hermione's expression change and his hands faltered. Her gaze never left his chest.

Draco looked down for the first time and gasped. But he wasn't gasping at the sight of Hermione's, well his, breasts, no he was gasping at the large bruised scar that ran from his collar bone to the center of his chest. He traced it with one shaky finger. It didn't hurt when he touched it, it only looked like it should.

"What, how, who?" There was so many questions flying though his brain, he couldn't form a proper one.

Hermione suddenly got up from the couch anticipating the questions. Draco was possibly the last person she wanted to tell her story to. "Look, just don't do anything stupid with my body and I won't feel the need to retaliate," her voice was cold, the laughter gone completely. She didn't look back at Draco as she crossed the room to her own, "All we have to do is survive tomorrow and then get to the library and fix this mess," She paused in the doorway, "Good night, Malfoy." And with that she closed the door.

Draco remained on the couch staring down at the scar. It was then he realized there was a whole lot more to being Hermione Granger than he first thought.

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