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Chapter 1: Switch

I know what you may be thinking, what IS this? Well, although I technically quit Fanfiction, I wanted something to do during quarantine that has nothing to do with my original work. I hope you're all staying safe by the way— wash your hands and stay home if you can! I hope this could serve as a distraction, and it could make you smile. Omg watch it flop xD I was supposed to post a later on but I couldn't help myself.

Note: So I know youtubers and touch screen cellphones didn't exist in the 90's but pretend that they did just for the sake of the story. Everything else will be culturally accurate in regards to the time period, but just wanted to point out those two things to avoid confusion.

Note 2: I will not tolerate anyone who is prejudiced against men who wear makeup. It's 2020 people, and some of the most successful beauty gurus are in fact men, so there's my two cents. Hope you enjoy!

Draco Malfoy, CEO of Malfoy Cosmetics and second most subscribed youtuber in the UK grinned as he scrolled through his phone. Tabloids and news outlets were raging over his new palette— SLYTHERIN. The combination of different green and grey shades were, as the tabloids were putting it, "uniquely captivating", and the black coloured packaging with the snake wrapped around the logo were the "icing on the cake."

He lounged on his very expensive sofa and twirled a glass of champagne with his right hand. If only his father could see him now. When Draco had revealed at fourteen years of age that he was interested in make-up and hoped to make it into the beauty industry, Lucius had highly disapproved.

To him, Draco was a disappointment, a shame to the Malfoy surname. "Makeup is for women boy! What the bloody hell are you going off about?" he would say.

To prove his father wrong, Draco started a youtube channel— filming makeup tutorials and palette reviews. People were drawn to his cutthroat, straightforward personality. Draco Malfoy was not one to sugarcoat, if your palette was rubbish, it was rubbish.

He gained a vast amount of subscribers in the first few months, and in two years, became an A-list beauty influencer. He decided then to start his own cosmetic company, because the twats whose palettes he kept reviewing were creating rubbish rather than makeup.

The company skyrocketed his final year of secondary school, and he chose not to attend uni. His father was displeased about this too, and disowned him completely. Draco, however, had given Lucius the middle finger a long time ago.

Narcissa divorced Lucius soon after, and moved in with her son in a large mansion in the outskirts of London. Draco Malfoy was living the dream, and no one could disturb his peace.

"There you are."

Except Blaise Zabini apparently.

Blaise managed the marketing and public relations of his youtube channel and his makeup company. He was Draco's most trusted friend, and temporary nuisance…

"Blaise, I'm in the middle of a leisure party. This better be urgent."

"This is urgent, I promise," Blaise looked worried, and was typing frantically on his phone. "You're losing subscribers. You've lost about a million in the last hour."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "That's the urgent matter? Blaise, there better be more before I bloody throw this glass at you."

"You don't get it mate. You're still losing more, and it's all because that tosser Harry Potter made a diss video about you."

That caught Draco's interest. Harry Potter was the most subscribed to youtuber in the UK, beating Draco by a whopping 20 million subscribers. Potter was also a student at Cambridge, studying physics with world renowned nobel prize winner Albus Dumbledore. His content started with gaming, but it eventually evolved into a mixture of that, vlogs, and his high quality documentary series about real life people that earned him that number one spot.

"How damaging is the video?"

"Pretty damaging."

Draco held his hand out. Blaise reluctantly handed his phone to him, and Draco pressed play to the youtube video. Potter and his two uni friends Granger and Weasley were having a mukbang, and Draco immediately grimaced in disapproval.

"What have you been up to lately Hermione?" Harry asked, taking a bite of a Mcdonald's fry.

"Ugh, I had to queue for four bloody hours to get the SLYTHERIN palette yesterday."

"Was it worth the wait?" Weasley asked.

"I think so. I haven't used it yet because of exams, but the packaging looks promising. It seems like Draco Malfoy put a lot of effort into it."

Draco was pleased, at least someone had taste.

"I'm not sure how I feel about Malfoy," Potter dipped his fry in ketchup.

"Why?" Granger asked.

"I feel like he tries too hard, it's like he's constantly trying to prove himself, but to whom? Like, we get it mate, you can do makeup. I just don't fancy his personality all too well. Too mean, exaggeratingly cruel, especially during interviews and makeup reviews. He's a bad influence to kids who want to grow up to be like him. I'm surprised his head hasn't exploded considering how big that ego is."

"Cheers to that," the Weasel agreed.

Draco didn't watch the rest, his fingers were turning white because of how tightly he was clutching onto Blaise's phone. He was going to obliterate Potter. How dare he? His ego wasn't big! Ever heard of confidence?

Blaise took the phone away, sensing a Malfoy rampage coming. He had paid quite a bit for the blasted thing, thank you very much, and he wasn't fond of it getting smashed.

"I am going to end him."

Draco Malfoy, former Hogwarts student and Death Eater, ignored the hushed whispers coming from the judgement room. He didn't remember the last time he'd spoken, it had been months since the Battle of Hogwarts, and until today he had spent his time in Azkaban.

The last few days had been miserable, his trial was long and unbearable. Half of the Ministry wanted him to rot in Azkaban and the other half blamed his participation on his father, and urged the jury to have mercy.

After much deliberation, it was finally time for him to receive his verdict, and many wizards were in attendance. Potter, Granger, and Weasley were in the audience, which only made the situation more unbearable.

"Please rise for the final verdict."

Draco stood. His grey eyes had lost their brightness, and frankly he just wished they'd just kill him now. Either way, he was going to suffer.

"Mr. Malfoy, it is a critical offense to have been affiliated with Voldemort. However, one may argue that you were forced to affiliate by your family. It is that and your reluctance to complete certain deeds such as reveal Mr. Potter's identity at Malfoy Manor that demonstrate that there is still hope for you. You are young, and the jury has decided that we will give you a second opportunity. For the next five years, you will be completing community service at the Daily Prophet, and you will be closely supervised by an Auror of our choice. That is all."

Draco was distraught. The Daily Prophet had lost its prestige since it was revealed that it wasn't posting real news stories. It was going to be hard for Draco to obtain a real career if the Daily Prophet was his only experience. That and obviously being affiliated with a dark wizard.

He was taken to the Daily Prophet after the trial, where the once respected Rita Skeeter was waiting for him. She had been demoted to archiving stories in the archive room because nobody trusted her enough to continue writing stories.

"Good, you're here," she drawled. She was clearly bitter over the demotion. "I do hope you can alphabetize, you'll be archiving stories for the next five years of your life."

Well, that was certainly a welcome. Oh how the mighty had fallen, meanwhile Potter was probably off somewhere being praised for being the bloody hero.

Rita gave him a half-assed explanation as to how she prefers things to be archived, and then spent the rest of the time painting her nails. Draco lost himself in the abyss of shelves, archiving things by hand, mind you, as he was not allowed to use magic.

With a frown, he filed the last of the stories and placed it inside the shelf with a little more vexation than normal, causing a large book to slam onto the ground.

He stiffened, wondering if Rita had heard the crash. When he heard nothing from the other room, he let out a breath of relief. He picked up the book and looked at the cover.

DO NOT OPEN….

Well, a title like that would inevitably backfire. People were going to want to open it, how stupid could the Prophet possibly get. Feeling a wave of mischief, he opened the book and automatically closed his eyes when a blinding light wrapped around him like a blanket. It all happened so fast, one minute he was at the Daily Prophet…

And the next minute he was lying on the floor of a large bedroom filled with portraits of himself wearing weird paint on his face.

When the bloody hell had Draco left his room? He never considered himself a sleepwalker, and he didn't recall installing an archive room in his mansion. He made a mental note of not listening to Britney Spears before going to bed as it probably resulted in sleepwalking.

The day had ended relatively well too. Blaise had gotten him in contact with Harry Potter, who, in Draco's opinion, had reacted well to the Malfoy rampage. Potter apologised and promised to retract his statements. He was judging him without really knowing him, and Potter recognized that that was wrong.

Draco looked around the archive room, the ruddy room reminded him of his father's library, which Draco was never allowed to access.

"Are you finished?"

A woman who strongly resembled the face of every gossip tabloid entered the room. She looked pleased. "Well done, I expected you to be more trouble if I'm being quite honest."

Draco raised a perfectly waxed eyebrow, the bloody hell was this woman going off about, and what was she doing in his house? She was probably one of Mother's new friends— Narcissa was quite fond of extending poker nights late into the evening. Draco would have to speak to her about choosing her friends more wisely.

"Well, don't just stand there! Come, the Auror who is hosting you has arrived."

This woman was completely mental! Now he really needed to speak to Mother about bringing people of her sort into his home. "Where's my Mother?"

Rita snorted. "Don't worry dear, her final verdict is in a month. I think they'll lock her up in Azkaban, but who knows."

Draco rolled his eyes. He refused to entertain this woman, as she was obviously not right in the head. He would call the police as soon as he spoke to Mother.

They left the archive room, and nothing could have prepared Draco for what he saw next.

Bloody Harry Potter was standing by the entrance wearing a godawful set of robes and holding a stick in his hand. He knew the boy was a nerd, but bloody hell, that didn't mean the bloke had to dress like he was attending a Disney convention.

Oh, and what was he doing at his house? This had to be Blaise's doing. Wait, what time was it? Why were there so many strangers in his house?

"Okay, I demand an explanation!" Draco shouted. He looked at the mental lady and then at Potter. "Who are you and what are you doing at my bloody house? I swear to God if Blaise let you in—"

"What are you going off about Malfoy?" Harry should have known Malfoy wouldn't have changed a bit. "I'm going to be your host until the Ministry trusts you enough to live on your own."

Now Draco Malfoy wasn't stupid. If he were, he would have never been able to create a multi-million dollar cosmetic company at only sixteen years of age. Something was off, and judging by the facial expressions on Potter and the mental lady, he was starting to wonder if he was the mental one.

"Right, my mistake." Draco would temporarily play their game. This was probably a sick dream of some sort, now he really needed to put a stop to his midnight Britney Spears streams.

Potter looked surprised, like if he hadn't expected that answer, but he didn't address it.

"Right, follow me then. We'll apparate there."

"Remember to be here early in the morning!" the mental lady said. "If you're tardy, the Ministry will hear about it."

Draco resisted the urge to sneer, how dare she talk to him like that? He reluctantly followed Potter, who grabbed his arm. What the he—

Suddenly, Draco was hit with a wave of nausea. Potter was trying to kill him. Oh my god Potter was trying to kill him!

Clearly, the book Draco opened at the Daily Prophet transported him to a world that wasn't his own, and he needed to find a way back. He looked around the room. Other than the portraits of him on the wall, there were black boxes that strongly resembled the cameras used at the Daily Prophet stationed in front of a desk filled with different paints. He didn't recognize any of the boxes of paints with the exception of one called SLYTHERIN.

He heard a knock on the door and his Mother poked her head inside. Draco's breath was caught in his throat, he hadn't seen Mother since he was thrown in Azkaban.

"Good morning dear. I heard a crash, are you alright?"

Draco was speechless. Mother was here, standing right in front of him. He quickly recovered and cleared his throat. "I'm alright Mother, I just fell off the bed."

She entered the room, concern masking her features. "Oh my, Draco, you look like you haven't slept in days! Did you forget to do your skin care routine last night? I'll call your dermatologist and your makeup artist, you can't go to your launch party like that."

She was gone before Draco could ask what the bloody hell a launch party was. He looked at his reflection and winced. He looked awful! Azkaban had sucked the life out of him. This could easily be fixed with a good charm, but he didn't have his wand...

RING. RING.

He jumped, his eyes widening in the direction of a little contraption placed next to his bed. The blasted thing was loud, and Draco pressed on it in hopes that it would turn off. He clicked on a green thing and heard somebody talking. The voice sounded strangely like Blaise's, which made no sense since he and Blaise had stopped talking months ago.

"Draco, yo Drake! You there?"

"Blaise?"

"Ah, there you are, thought I lost signal or something. Ready for the launch party? Mate, I got all the major news outlets coming! It's going to be huge, so huge that we can put this Harry Potter scandal behind us. Speaking of Potter, I invited him so that we can get a photo opp of you two shaking hands or something, figured it would improve your image."

"Potter?"

"Yeah, hope you don't mind. I think he's coming with Weasley. He says he has a proposition for you, and I think it's got something to do with his documentary series. Hey man, I don't want to dictate your life or anything but if Potter offers to make a documentary about your life I think you should take it. Potter's docu-series revived Neville Longbottom's reputation from the dead, remember him? The kid who went viral years ago for being caught making out with a toad? Poor kid, who would've thought he was bullied into doing that. Now, I'm not saying your career needs reviving, but I think the docu-series could lighten up your image a bit. Just think about it okay? I sent you the link to the docu-series about Neville Longbottom, watch it while Pansy does your make up. Gotta go, need to make a few calls."

The box stopped talking, and Draco was left staring at it dumb founded.

He didn't understand the majority of what he just heard, but one thing was certain…

In this world, he was a muggle.

And there's the first chapter. The rest of the story is going to be an alternation of perspectives. Chapter 2 takes place in the muggle world and Chapter 3 will take place in the wizarding world. Please review and tell me what you think, it fuels me up to see reviewers ;)