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Ridderres: Thanks so much for your reviews! And thanks for pointing that out! I changed it :) Damn I'm just always mixed up because I don't normally do Ron and Pansy...! But thanks for pointing that out :)
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To everyone, I'm glad a lot of people liked the ferret part :) And it just seems reasonable, right? What other animal for Draco but the ferret? :)
I apologize in advance because this chapter is shorter than my recent ones...
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Hermione POV
"Come on, little birdie, come on." I cooed. I was trying to feed the adorable little owl.
Sure, I had Crookshanks, but Crookshanks didn't do anything but sleep these days. I sighed.
"I wonder what I should name you." I said to the owl.
"I dunno, he looks like a Draco." said a voice from behind me. I turned around.
"Draco! How'd you get in here?" I asked.
"The Weaslette isn't as bad as I thought she was." he said. He was carrying his (amusingly) white ferret with him on his shoulders. He took a seat on my bed with me.
"See? Ginny's great." I said. "And I see you brought the mini you."
"Referring to the ferret? I'm going to ignore that comment. That bastard of a headmaster. He's nothing like Rumbleroar." muttered Draco.
"Pardon me?" I asked. What? Rumbleroar?
"Never mind. But anyway, we need names for these little guys." said Draco.
"Well mine's a boy. Yours is a girl, according to Dumbledore." I told him.
"Fine. I think you should name your owl Draco." he said.
"No way. That's stup-" I started. The owl didn't think so. It hopped over to Draco and rested on his lap.
"I think he likes it." said Draco, amused.
"Fine, but I'm calling him Drago so when I call for him, yoy won't answer too." I said.
"Fair enough." smiled Draco.
"Then you name the ferret...Draconnie, or something." I said. "Because both of you are ferrets."
"Hm...I think I'll name her Hermioninny." he teased. "Isn't that what Krum called you?"
I blushed. "Never mind Viktor. We need to give this little ferret a name."
"Alright. I'll just call her Saf." said Draco.
"Saf?" I repeated.
"Yeah. Smart-Ass Ferret. Saf." said Draco. "It reminds me of you that way." he teased. I was both flattered and annoyed at the same time.
"Yeah yeah." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Hermione! Come on! You told me I could bring you shopping for the Masquerade Ball tonight!" called a loud voice. Ginny appeared in the doorway. "Hey Malfoy."
"Hey Weaslette. Take good care of my girlfriend and make her look stunning for tonight." he said, getting up. He kissed me quickly and left.
I was still stunned. The kiss lasted for a fraction of a second, but it made my heart race.
"Come on, Hermione! You heard your boyfriend! Let's go!" she urged. I smiled. "Let's go."
Today, since it was the day of the ball, we had permission from the teachers to go to Hogsmeade, so Ginny and I walked right into Ginny's favorite shop for dressing up, Madame Marlor's Dressing Parlor.
"Come on, Hermione! We've got to find good dresses." said Ginny. Now, I think your color is pink. Or maybe a light green? Malfoy'd like that. But I think link suits you better. Apparently my color is white. That's what Harry said, at least." ranted Ginny.
I smiled. "Alright. You look for white gowns, I'll look for pink ones."
We spent the next hour looking for dresses and trying them on, and Ginny would not stop fussing over every single gown I tried on.
"No, that's way too dark. No, that one's slutty. That one's too innocent." fussed Ginny. She had gotten lucky. She had already found a gorgeous dress. It was a pure white one-shouldered gown with a black sash around her waist. The skirt of the dress fell down in ruffles.
"Ginny! If you keep declining every single dress I try on, I'm not going to find one at all in this store!" I exclaimed, exasperated.
"Well I'm sorry! Bu-hey." she stopped. She looked at one of the dresses on a rack behind me.
"This is the one. Hermione! Try this one on!" she said, thrusting a light pink gown into my arms.
A couple minutes later, I stepped out.
"This is it!" called Ginny. "Perfect!"
The dress she chose was definitely both beautiful and elegant. It was a beautiful shade of light pink. It was strapless with an elegant design. At the waistline, It cascaded down to my feet.
"Wow. It does look good." I said, stunned.
"Perfect! We have our gowns!" cheered Ginny.
Just after I thought it was over, my hope came crashing down. Ginny pulled me into a styling parlor.
The witch there somehow got my bushy hair (well, it was calmer since Draco had brought me to Finelli's, but it still poofed) to fall down in sleek waves that fell down my back. Once we were out of there with our hair on styled (Ginny had her's put into waves too), Ginny forced me into a shoe store.
"Oh damn, you're going to put me into four-inch heels, aren't you?" I groaned.
"Of course not! That's absurd! These are 3-inch heels! Come on, Hermione, don't spoil my fun!" she exclaimed.
Once the afternoon of torture was over, Ginny and I headed back to change into our gowns. We had gotten masks too. Both of ours only covered the tops of our faces, since we found the full masks quite creepy. They were the same colors as our gowns, and were decorated with two feathers and an elegant design.
"Come on, Hermione. You look absolutely stunning. Too bad Ron's not coming. He caught a cold-but it'd be hilarious to see his face if he saw you like this." said Ginny, holding her hand out for me.
"Thanks." I smiled, taking her hand. I took a breath.
Here we go.
I headed down with Ginny to the Great Hall. She crept in, but when I stepped in, it was like those cliché'd Cinderella movies. The room grew quite and everyone looked at me.
"This is so dumb." I muttered.
I looked around. I couldn't find anyone I knew. Well, obviously, since this was a masquerade ball.
I found comfort by the refreshments table. As I was getting a cup of punch, someone approached me.
"Care to dance?" asked the guy. He had stormy grey eyes and platinum hair that was slicked back. He fiddled with his dress robes, which were not unlike Harry's in the Yule Ball.
"Sure." I responded. I took his hand. It was Draco, alright. I doubt he knew it was me. That player-asking any pretty girl he saw to dance.
A slow song started, and Draco put his hand on my waist, and I put mine on his shoulder. We moved to the best of the music.
I felt so relaxed in Draco's arms. I always felt so secure. It was funny, how one year ago there was nothing but pure loathing between us two. Now, I couldn't think of a safer place than here, in Draco's arms.
We finally finished dancing, and he led me to a side.
"I'm impressed, Hermione. You dance well." he said.
I was surprised. "You knew it was me?" I asked.
He smirked. "Since the second you walked in. You're too familiar to me, 'Mione. Your eyes, your expressions, the feel of your hands, and your lips." he said. Suddenly, he bent down and kissed me.
I was surprised. I was not expecting that one. But it was a moment of bliss for me.
"What was that?" I breathed.
"The Weasel was watching." he muttered, and he walked away with his hands in his pockets.
I stood there, my head still reeling from the kiss. Hah. Take that Ron. I couldn't wait to see his reaction.
Then it struck me. What Ginny had said earlier.
Ron's not coming. He caught a cold.
The next morning, I woke up. I didn't see Draco at all for the rest of the previous night, and I was still confused. Why had he kissed me? Ron wasn't there...and I doubt Pansy was. Harry and Ginny were off dancing...
I just shook my head and got changed. I headed down to the Great Hall.
"Mornin' Hermione." greeted Harry.
"Hey Hermione." smiled Ginny.
"Hey guys." I yawned. "Did you have fun at the ball last night?"
"Yeah! Harry recognized me right away. Then again, I'd be disappointed if he didn't." laughed Ginny. I smiled.
I looked over at the Slytherin table. Draco was chatting with Blaise. When I caught his eye, he just turned away.
I was confused.
"So how was last night for you, Hermione?" asked Harry.
"It was alright. Um, Ginny, neither Ron or Pansy were at the ball last night, right?" I asked.
"Nope. Ron's back today, but he was sick last night. And Pansy didn't want to go without Ron, apparently." said Ginny. "Why?"
"Uh, no reason. Just curious." I said, my face flushing. So that kiss...
"Come on, Hermione. We'd better get to class." said Ginny.
"For Potions today, we will be working on a certain potion called the Polyjuice Potion. Some of you, I know are very familiar with this potion." said Snape. He glared at me, Harry and Ron. We all looked away.
Draco, who was sitting right next to me, hadn't said a single word to me the entire day. I was getting a little bit worried.
"Now, each of you will have to prepare a Polyjuice potion. Begin." announced Snape.
I gathered the ingredients. To be honest, preparing this potion was easier than flying a broom, so I wasn't worried.
I looked over at Draco who was already started on his potion.
"Uh, good morning." I said, quietly.
He nodded in my direction, not looking away from his cauldron.
"Uh, did I do something? Are you mad at me?" I asked.
He didn't answer. I opened my mouth to say more, but suddenly, a loud boom was heard, and a nasty smell floated towards me.
"Oh!" I said, holding my nose. "What was th-!" my voice was lower. Much lower than it should've been. What the hell?
I looked at my hands. They were dark-not mine at all. I looked down. Why was I wearing the boy's uniform?
"Blaise, are you alright?" asked some kid behind me.
"B-Blaise?" I repeated.
"What the hell? That's me! But why am I seeing myself?" shrieked Ron, pointing at me.
"Bloody hell." said Pansy. "Why am I wearing the girl's uniform?"
"Calm down!" snapped Snape. He walked up to Neville. "Longbottom, you'll be seeing me at 7 for detention tonight."
"I don't think so, Professor." said Neville, coolly. "I think you need to get your eyes checked. I'm not Neville."
"What? Why am I talking? But...who am I? Who are you?" asked Ginny.
"I'm Draco." glared Neville.
"But, why do I look like Draco? I'm Ginny." said Draco.
"But, I'm Neville..." said Ginny.
"I'm Harry." said my body. It was really weird to see me in someone else's body.
"My hair does look neater." I murmured. My body, or rather, Harry turned around and smiled at me.
"I'm Blaise." said Ron.
"I'm Hermione." I said.
"I'm Pansy." said Harry.
"Bloody hell, I look like Pansy, but I'm Ron." said Pansy.
"I should've known. One of the things that can happen if the Polyjuice potion is messed up is that bodies and souls are shuffled.
"What do you mean?" I asked, only this time, I was speaking in Harry's voice.
"I mean, Potter, or whoever you are, your bodies will be continuously shuffled until the right soul returns into the right bodies. There isn't a cure. It'll make it's way to the right body soon."
"Longbottom, you sniveling idiot, look what you've got us into." said Neville.
"I'm sorry!" said my body.
"It was an honest mistake, Neville." I said, my voice sounding like Neville's now.
"Thanks, whoever said that...who looks like me." said Draco.
The bell rang. "Alright, I'll write passes for you eight, I believe. You should probably stay out of class until your bodies are switched back. Although, don't think that you can just get on pretending you aren't you so you can skip class. I'm only giving you one free period." glared Snape. "Class dismissed."
Towards the end of our "free" period, I changed back to myself. I'd be in Muggle Studies, but since there was only 5 minutes left of class, I decided to just skip this class. Professor Burbage would understand. I found Draco's body sitting on a bench.
"Hi, can I sit down?" I asked. Draco's body looked at me and nodded.
"Take a seat." he said.
"Are you...Blaise?" I asked. Draco's body hesitated and then nodded.
"Good. I'm Hermione again." I said, smiling warmly.
He smiled back.
"You know, I wish Draco would smile at me more like that. Goodness, Blaise, your personality in Draco's is the best." I laughed.
He smiled. "What's on your mind?"
"Well...I guess since you're Draco's best friend, I can talk to you about it. But it's really romancy." I said.
"Go ahead." he said.
"Well, it's weird. Last night, Draco kissed me and he said it was because Ron was looking, but Ron wasn't even at the ball. And so with everything, I was starting to think he liked me, but today, he hasn't said a word to me at all, and now I'm wondering, did I do something?" I said, just speaking my mind. "And I'm kind of afraid that I did, and I really don't want to hurt him, because I think...well, I'm not absolutely positive, and it's just a hunch, but I think...that...I've fallen in love with him." I said, my face hot.
Blaise didn't answer. "Well, give him some time, I suppose. Wait and see if he feels the same." said Blaise, after a moment of hesitation.
The bell rang, and we both stood up. "Thanks, Blaise. It was great talking to you."
"Don't worry about it. And by the way, Hermione," said Draco's body, turning around to look at me, "I think it might interest you to know that... said Draco's body, smirking evilly at me. His next words made me freeze completely.
"I'm not Blaise."
A/N: And there's the cliffy.
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