A/N: Sooooo sorry for the late update! I have been completely busy with school, swim, and after school activities! Luckily school ends in about three weeks and I will have much more time to update! This is the longest chapter I've written so I hope that helps make up for the past few weeks. I really enjoyed writing this chapter and there's a little twist at the end as well...enjoy!
Hermione's POV
The rest of the week was… bearable to say the least; in Hermione's opinion anyway. By Friday she was able to figure out Malfoy's schedule, learn her way around the thorny Slytherin's, (such as Pansy and two nubs that followed her around) and was even able to perfect Malfoy's vicious and infamous sneer.
Hermione sighed into her delicious and scrumptious cinnamon oatmeal bowl. It was usually her favorite breakfast meal, but today she was simply too exhausted. She and Malfoy had spent all night working on the Reversal Potion. They were able to convince Moaning Myrtal to let them use her bathroom like Hermione had in her second year, but Hermione was certain that Myrtal only agreed because of… her. For some reason she was unsure of.
Last night Hermione and Draco had spent two hours adding and searching for ingredients for the potion, all the time bickering back and forth, and she was exhausted. She sighed, bringing herself back to the present. Every time she glanced over to the Gryffindor to see how Malfoy was doing, he was always staring daggers into her head. It was clear he too, was sleep deprived.
He had agreed to stop calling her names (like bookworm and Mudblood) and to refrain from 'personal comments.' And in exchange Hermione had promised not to tell anyone (including Harry or Ron) about Malfoy being a deatheater. It was hard (and weird), but they both had managed to be polite towards each other for the past few days, besides their normal daily squabbling.
"At least it's Friday," Hermione mumbled to herself. And tomorrow was the Hogsmeade trip. She, Ron, and Harry always looked forward to the first Hogsmeade trip of spring. By then the snow had melted and she could see the first signs of cherry blossoms begin to bloom. It also allowed Hermione to wear fewer layers, instead of being bundled up the entire time. But this time, Hermione would be forced to go with the two dunderheads and Blaise. Maybe Pansy too, if Godric Gryffindor wanted to punish her further. Blaise wasn't too bad- at least he was intelligent enough to have a conversation with- but he still gave Hermione the creeps sometimes and he could be just as prejudice as Malfoy. Just the way he said things, he added an ominous touch to them almost.
"What was that Drakie?" Pansy asked trying to feed Hermione some of her oatmeal. She seemed to have forgotten what had happened over the past week, and continued on being the annoying and obnoxious Pansy we all know and hate. She was almost worst than Lavender. Pansy rubbed her hand up and down Hermione's thigh. Nope. Scratch that- she was definitely worse than Lavender. Hermione shoved Pansy's hand off lightly.
"Nothing," Hermione mumbled. The response seemed to satisfy Pansy for she smiled big and continued to talk.
"Soo Drakie, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade together?" Pansy asked, starting to play with Hermione's tie now. Honestly, could the girl keep her hands to herself for just one moment?
"No I don't-"
"Or we could do…other things," Pansy added suggestively. Hermione gulped, she didn't want to know what Pansy meant by "other things."
"No! Umm, I mean let's go to Hogsmeade together instead," Hermione said with a false smile on her face. Pansy entire face was lit up when she said that and took it as a cue to keep talking. "Err I'm going to go to class now, soo bye Pansy," Hermione said getting up before Pansy could say (or do) anything else. Crabbe and Goyle followed her pursuit.
Hermione sauntered down the Great Hall (she was actually quite good at sauntering…it was all in the hips really) and headed toward her first class of the day.
The rest of the day went smoothly. Hermione only had to encounter Pansy twice and managed to escape on both accounts. Turns out those dunderheads were actually quite useful at distracting Pansy. Who knew? Hermione had just finished taking diligent notes for Malfoy on their studies that day. They had most of the same classes but different electives. It turns out Malfoy had very neat handwriting and his marks are quite good to say the least. He had taken notes for Hermione this entire week and had not said one word about it.
Hermione smirked, as she walked down to Myrtle's bathroom. Everyone else was at dinner, but she wasn't very hungry so she decided to get a head start on the Reversal Potion. They had not gotten very far; they had only added the first couple of ingredients to the potion. It had required Nimbus Thortus' leaves something she would have to ask Professor Sprout about growing. And fast too, since they took up to two weeks to grow! Hermione sighed rubbing her eyes. Two more weeks she thought happily.
Draco's POV:
Draco walked into the bathroom with a faint scowl on his face. Hermione lifted her head to acknowledge his entrance.
"There you are," She said briskly. "Dinner ended 20 minutes ago, where have you been?" She asked.
Draco did not reply and just walked over to the open book by the sink. Moaning Myrtal floated up from her toilet and glared at Draco.
"Answer him!" She snapped angrily. Myrtal was quite found of Draco, for he usually came to the deserted bathroom when he was stressed with whatever mission he had failed Voldemort with, and she would console him. However she was now unaware that he and Hermione had switched bodies. As a result, she was sucking up and flirting with Hermione, which confused Hermione greatly and made Draco slightly amused. However right now he was in a crabby mood, and decided to ignore her.
A second later Moaning Myrtal had conjured a hurricane of water from her toilet and sent it in the direction of Draco. Draco fell backwards as the liquid hit him square in the chest, soaking him completely.
"What the fuck," Draco swore, wanting to hex the ghost so bad she would evaporate. "Was that for," He said as calmly as he could, but his anger was seeping through his composed mask. Myrtal looked at him, without the slightest hint of guilt or fright.
"I told you to answer him," She simply, as she removed her glasses to polished them against her transparent clothes. Then she floated back to her toilet gloomily.
Hermione stifled a laugh at the scene she had just witnessed. It was obvious Myrtal had some sort of admiration towards Draco, but since she thought she was Draco she had aimed her hate on the other person. Hermione conjured several towels for Malfoy to dry off. Draco took them without a word and quickly got to his feet shaking his bushy, and now even frizzier than usual hair. They worked in silence for several minutes before Hermione spoke first.
"Snape asked me to come to his classroom tomorrow night," She started off conversationally.
Draco looked at her for a second as he recalled his Occlumency lessons he had with his Professor every other week.
"Don't go," Draco said, leaving it to that. If Snape saw what had happened- and he would definitely notice if he and Granger had switched bodies- he would be royally screwed.
"And why not?" Hermione asked defiantly. Draco sighed, why did she always have to get into his business.
"Because I said so," Draco gritted through his teeth. Hermione clucked her tongue thoughtfully, but said no more. They spent the next half hour in silence.
"It's practically done," Hermione said running her hands through her short blonde hair. "But we still need some ingredients," She said nibbling her bottom lip. "Once we have those we just need to wait another week and a half for the Nimbus Thortus leaves to finish growing and add them to the potion." She said this excitedly, as though two weeks were two hours.
"I can get them from Snape's private cupboard," Draco said lazily with a slight drawl to his voice.
"Excellent," Hermione said starting to pack her things. She ran her hands through her hair for the twentieth time.
"Please stop that," Draco spat. He couldn't help it; he had been quite moody all day long and he really just needed to vent his anger.
"Stop what?" Hermione asked confused.
"Running your hands through my damn hair," Draco muttered dangerously low. "And can you fix it back to normal while you're at it," Draco sneered. He had noticed she had not bothered to brush his hair or gel it back once this week. At first he just thought she was too stupid to find the gel under his sink, but now he had the feeling she was doing this to purposely try to irritate him.
"Back to normal?" She asked stupidly.
"Yes, I usually slick it back or at least brush it before I walk out in public," He snapped. He had been gelling his hair back since first year. At first it was just to maintain his image as a Malfoy, but as he grew older he found it easier to keep the hair out of his face as well for things like Quidditch.
"I actually prefer it this way," She said, a pout spreading upon her lips.
"Too bad," Draco muttered. "My hair," He sneered lightly.
"Well I suppose technically it is, but since I am in your body I get to choose what to do with it," She said calmly. Why was he making such a big deal about his hair? Hermione thought. She actually perferred it au natural without all the margarine goop lodged in it.
"No," Draco snapped, his voice rising. She dared try to over rule his word. He noticed Myrtal lurking from behind her toilet with curiosity in her expression. "It's my hair Granger- no matter whose in my body it's Still. My. Hair!" Granger flinched back from the anger in his voice.
"Malfoy are you really complaining about your hair?" She questioned seriously.
"Yes because it's mine!" Draco said exasperated.
"Well too bad, we have bigger issues on our hands to worry about," She snapped, showing her fierce and stubborn side against him.
"Granger, I swear to Salazar himself-" Draco growled.
"I have to go Malfoy, I don't have time for this," And with a toss of her head, she was out the door faster than Draco could retort back. Draco stared blankly at the spot Granger had just been a minute ago. Did she really just…leave? When Malfoy- her superior had been talking to her! He was a pureblood after all, just because he was in some Mudblood body didn't mean he should be looked down at! It wasn't like he chose this! Draco fumed silently as he gathered his things, tossing them around carelessly.
"Draco," A soft voice cooed. Draco looked up into a pair of thick glasses and haunting eyes. "Is it really…you?" Myrtal asked questionably. Draco sighed; he really wasn't in the mood to talk to the ghost at the moment.
"Please don't tell," He said quietly, he was actually quite fond of the ghost- she did help comfort him after all. But right now he was much too mad at Granger to talk about it. "I have to go," He said before she could respond, jolting out of the door in a heartbeat.
He needed to plan his revenge on Granger.
Draco's POV:
The next day Draco awoke early with a plan in his head. He was going to teach Granger a lesson. I mean by the way she treated me yesterday she should be petrified out of her wits right now! Draco thought logically. Who in their right mind would ever try to stand up to him? Well after all it was Granger, and if he had learned anything about her in the past six years with her it was that she was hard to convince, stubborn, and never liked to be proven wrong. So it was quite logical to teach the silly muggle-born a lesson, right? He woke up especially early to "borrow" some of Lavender's makeup. He was going to give Granger a make over. After all he was in her body so he got to choose what to do with it.
He entered the bathroom cautiously, searching signs for anyone there, then started his search for the makeup gunk. It wasn't hard to find-it was literally everywhere- on the sink, on the floor, under the sink, and etc. He picked up a black compact container and a brush and started applying some pink blush messily onto his cheeks, polishing them to a rosy hue. Then he took some of Lavender's ridiculously extravagant and bright purple eye shadow and applied it all across his lids. He grabbed her mascara and applied a chunky amount to his lashes and then smeared a stinky shiny lip gloss glop all over his lips. He turned to face the mirror. He looked like a mix between a clown and a 13 year old girl trying on make up for the first time. Perfect.
Once Draco had finished with the face, he tiptoed over to Lavender's closet. She and Parvati would be awake any moment and he needed to do this quick. He opened the closet to find dozens of reveling tops and short skirts to choose from. Jackpot. He quickly snatched whatever was closest to him and ran to his side of the room to try it on. Once his outfit was complete, he turned to face the mirror. He smirked at the reflection that faced the mirror back at him. There he stood-or rather Granger stood looking like a complete fool. She looked like the average sixteen year old girl. No different from Pansy or Lavender or most of the girls at Hogwarts really, but seeing it on Granger is not something he ever imagined he would see.
He looked like a hooker, but there was something else…Draco leaned closer. He noticed Granger's eyelashes were actually quite long and thick and that the purple eye shadow actually helped make her brown eyes pop a little. Even the blush made her look bright and happy. Besides the slutty outfit and bushy hair Granger almost looked…pretty.
WHAT.
No. No, no, no. Did he just admit Granger was pretty? Granger was not pretty, whatsoever. She just looked better than usual I mean there really was no way she could get any worse, right? He just helped her look better than she ever could. I mean she is a mudblood for Salazar's sake! Draco shook his head vigorously. Granger was giving him a headache. He turned back to the mirror. Nope. He definitely looked like a clown…he couldn't believe pretty had even escaped his mind! He laughed genuinely as he headed down to the common room. He must be going crazy in Granger's body. But it was okay. Today was going to be an entertaining day.
Hermione's POV:
Hermione sighed glumly as she reached for her butter beer. She was at the Three Broomsticks with Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy. Blaise had left them to talk to Theodore Nott but, had never returned. How very Slytherin of him, Hermione thought, as Pansy draped herself around Hermione. Hermione cringed, she would have to get used to this for the next couple of weeks.
"So Draco, any news from He-Who-Should-Not-Be-err what was it again?" Goyle asked dumbly. Hermione sighed, she knew of course that many of the Slytherin's already knew that Malfoy was a deatheater, but they didn't know the plan he had received from Voldemort.
"No, Crabbe," Hermione mumbled. Pansy laughed as though Hermione had just said the funniest thing and Goyle turned a light hue of pink, before stuffing his face into the food in front of him. Hermione looked at him in disgust before taking another swig of her butter beer. Just then the front door opened, and a girl with wild curls, a short skirt, and tons of make up walked through accompanied by a boy with messy black hair, glasses and green eyes. Harry, Hermione thought warmly. But who was he with?
Hermione choked on her butter beer, the liquid spurting out of her mouth completely on Pansy. Pansy shrieked and ran to the bathroom, all while Hermione took in the whore-like version of herself that stood in front of her. Draco caught her eye and smirked next to a clearly uncomfortable (and confused!) Harry. Hermione's shock quickly turned to anger as she realized what Draco had done. He was angry that she had disobeyed his orders and kept his hair the way she had all week, so he was naturally getting revenge on her. Pathetic. She stood up and sauntered over to the more than anxious Harry and Draco
"Nicely played, Malfoy," She muttered so only Draco could hear. Draco's grin widened.
"Why hello Draco," He said loudly enough for Harry to hear. "Do you like my new look?" He asked innocently.
"Hermione stop," Harry demanded Draco, completely clueless as to why "Hermione" was acting this way.
"Sorry Harry," Draco said sweetly, slipping his arm around him. Harry stiffened. Hermione froze. What was he doing? He was taking it way to far now. Hermione stared open mouthed. "Well we have to go now," Draco said winking at her. "See you around Draco," He winked again. Hermione grabbed his arm.
"Stop this right now," She demanded, her tone completely furious. Draco giggled flirtatiously.
"Oh Draco you're soooo strong," He laughed, his eyes gleaming.
"Let go of her," Harry said menacingly, stepping between Hermione and Draco.
"Stay out of this," Hermione snapped. She didn't mean to snap at Harry but Malfoy was really getting on her nerves. She faced Malfoy. "I swear Malfoy if you do not-"
"Try me," He sneered. Hermione paused, considering. Oh. I see, she thought. So he wanted to play that way did he? Fine. Hermione was willing to play his games, she loved to win anyway. Hermione smirked, grabbing a hold of Malfoy's shoulders. "What are you-" Draco started.
Hermione mashed her lips perfectly onto his; Draco gasped heavily trying to wring his way out of her grip. But Hermione was too strong. That was one of the perks of being in the ferret boy's body; it gave her a height advantage as well as some pretty strong muscles to work with, as well. She counted the seconds: one, two, three, four, five. That should be enough time to permanently ruin his reputation. She lifted her face back to him satisfied. It was weird since she had technically kissed Malfoy but she was looking right at herself. Very hard to wrap her mind around but she supposed if Malfoy was in his own body it would be much harder to do. Hermione shook her head, she felt like she had just kissed herself and Malfoy. Weirdest sensation in her life! But it had made Malfoy look like he had just kissed a muggle- born and that was exactly what she was aiming for.
Everyone around them was dead silent, except for a wailing Pansy in the background. Hermione let go of Draco and whispered something in his ear
"See you after dinner then," Hermione smirked walking away from a completely baffled Draco Malfoy and an even more confused Harry. That ought to teach him a lesson.
A/N: Sooo...what do you think? I know the first kiss wasn't that romantic, but it definitely took Draco by surprise! It was a little hard at the end to explain the kiss (imagine having to explain that you kissed someone who looked like you but was someone else...)so sorry about that too...Please, please, please review and don't hesitate to tell me if I need to fix something, or what you liked about it (or didn't like about it), or even some idea's for next chapters...I love hearing what you have to say! :)
Em
