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The next few days were riddled with mistakes on Hermione's part as she tried her best to not show she was of the wrong gender. She'd tried to enter the ladies loo more than a couple of times to call mistakes.

"Malfoy, I know you look effeminate, but don't push your luck." a brave soul jeered at her. (Maybe 'cause they knew it wasn't the real Malfoy.) She'd end up flustered and would instead head back to the bathrooms in the dorm. She never really got the hand of well, using the toilet, especially in public, in her new body. She was not having so much fun with Malfoy's body. Different girls jut kept throwing themselves at her, thinking they'd at least be able to get Malfoy's body, if not the stubborn guy who refused all of them for some strange reason. She'd found herself hugged or jumped on by a few everyday. Once, she'd even found herself locking lips with some foolish girl who she pushed away, maybe a bit too forcefully, but she was so digusted that she ran to rinse her mouth out. Who knew Malfoy was so sought after? True, he was hot. But were all those girls seriously blind to who he really was inside?

Ugh.

Just a few more days, she always reminded herself.

Students had started changing back. It wasn't uncommon fo doubles to be around. She'd even seen two Neville's. Apparently, Neville had been 'Crabbe' the whole time. She also suspected Justin Finch-Fletchey to be 'Goyle'. 'Knott' had turned out to be a Ravenclaw guy. 'Blaise' disappeared around last night, but she never did figure out his identity.

She regretted that. She should've taken the chance when she had it.

Oh, but she didn't know the real Draco Malfoy was now back.

"Get off."

"Mmm?" She woke up to something scary. Malfoy was at her bedside. She suppressed a yelp and rolled over, to find herself on the ground. She'd gone headfirst onto to the floor and thought she would've broken something if not for the lush carpeting that cushioned her fall. Nevertheless, "Ouch."

Malfoy approached her and proceeded to peel off the t-shirt he was wearing. It was only when he'd unbuttoned his pants did she realize he was stripping. Still on the floor, she was horrified "What are you... In front of a gi-"

"I'm changing. Been wearing these clothes since before I fainted and transformed back. Who knows how long that took. What's wrong with that?" He turned to the closet that was right beside the bed, a befuddled look on his face.

She looked away to get herself up from the floor right before he pulled his bottoms off.

"What? Why are you embarrassed? You've already seen all of me, I suppose. Weirdo."

Well, she couldn't really explain her eyesight was magically blurred when the bottom part of her borrowed body was ever not covered up, like whenever she showered or changed her clothes. She blushed red but grabbed a pair of jeans and a button down shirt that was similar to the ones the real one put on.

"You're using my clothes?" Draco Malfoy's eyebrows shot up.

"Why not?" she challenged. What was she supposed to wear, her skirts and blouses?

"Means more laundry for me."

"As if you do your own."

He chuckled. The guy was right.

It was Saturday, and they had a Hogsmeade weekend.

"C'mon, not like I'd made any plans with anyone else." the real blond made a gesture for her to follow him.

"So, whom were you transformed as?" she'd been curious about it all morning. They were eating brunch in an Italian pasta place, and it was just too delicious. 'I should remember to bring Harry and Ron to this place.' she thought.

He swallowed what was in his mouth before he spoke. Perfect manners. But then ruined the effect by smirking at her. "Why should I tell you?"

"Why not?" but she dropped the subject.

Silence reigned, but it wasn't uncomfortable. She actually liked it. She hated small talk, unimportant and a waste of her time. Peace and quiet she liked better.

After that lunch, Draco decided to walk down the street, and Hermione followed, a few paces behind. Every female they passed by had stared. Two Malfoys, what a dream come true. She scoffed to herself. Every male around them on the other hand, had looked at them with either expressions of awe or jealousy. Everyone felt distant, from where she was. They were contented to stare, and not approach. She thought they might also be scared, but something was wrong. It was what she imagined someone like Luna had experienced. Isolation and ostracism. She was pretty sure Luna didn't really care, though.

"Are they always..." she murmured.

She wasn't sure whether the blond had heard her, but he suddenly grumbled "I don't give a damn."

Draco Malfoy had never been really intimidating. He just usually had big thugs around him. But since the start of this year, he'd changed. Like he suddenly grew up. He was most of the time alone... Solitary.

"It isn't normal, right?"

"They're afraid of me. What can I do about that?"

"Something. C'mon."

They walked back towards the castle. "Hey there!" she suddenly exclaimed and smiled to a couple of second years they passed by, who looked utterly flabbergasted.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" their eyes grew wide and they sped off to the other direction.

She started to laugh.

Malfoy came up behind her. "You!..."

"I just... Haha... Said hello! Ahaha." she said, clutching her stomach. "What do you do?!"

"Nothing! He replied, half annoyed. But not angry. It was too silly, how he just saw 'himself' trying to be 'nice' to a couple of second year wimps. "They're the ones being weird."

"Pfft."

This was when they heard the shriek.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!! Two Malfoys?! I can't believe it!" the girl who emitted the shrill sound added. They both turned to her. "Who's the real one???" Draco was about to point to his doppelganger, just so he wouldn't be subjected to the probable, inevitable madness. Typical fangirl stuff is bad, yet this girl?... But Hermione opened her mouth first. "He is."

Malfoy closed his eyes in exasperation. 'Great. There goes my plan. This is crazy. Why's Wea-' his thought got cut short by a sudden force pulling behind his neck so he had to lean forward. Then he felt soft lips crash a bit harshly against his own.

To say Hermione was shocked was an understatement. "Ginny Weasley?!" oddly, she felt compelled to stare at the blond and the redhead, you know, …kissing.

Draco had some sense to finally tear his lips away, but still he was quite stunned.

The redhead turned almost violently towards the fake Draco. "I'm not really Weasley, duh!" she made a face.

"What, you felt empowered by the fact you aren't who you are so you took advantage of it? You are such a... I mean, even at the account of the real Ginny Weasley's reputation?" Hermione spat out, disgusted. Ginny would never throw herself at a guy that easily, especially not at one Draco Malfoy. No offense meant. Just... 'I can't believe...'

"Mm... To kiss Draco? Pretty much! It was worth it. See you later, Dracoooo!" she sent him a flirtatious look. To Hermione, she scowled, and said "I hope you go back to being your loser self, you don't deserve that gorgeous body, you fake." as she skipped away toward Hogsmeade.

Draco was still kind of far away. Hermione had to pull him along.

They'd walked back to the castle in silence.