Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger stood gaping at each other. Something wasn't right. "MALFOY! What did you do?!" said Hermione in a deep voice. She had switched places with the Malfoy kid. Draco was horrified. "I-I'm a g-girl!" he squeaked, and sprinted as fast as he could away from Granger Danger.
Meanwhile, Hermione's gears were turning. This wasn't as bad as she had originally thought. In this body, the possibilities were endless.
She was relieved to discover that this change would last only a few days.
"Attention Hogwarts students! Draco Malfoy has something to say to all of us. Please pay attention to his words and be respectful!" Dumbledore winked at Hermione and gestured for her to step up.
"Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy. I am here to discuss the plight of the house-elves and enlighten you all on this matter. I think we can all agree on the fact that our friends, the house-elves, love to work. It's rooted deep in their blood. It's in their very souls. They were born to work and serve wizards and witches with pride. It is their destiny, their sole purpose on earth. But what about the house-elves who endure endless pain, torture and suffering in the cold hands of their cruel masters? What about the house-elves who are forced to work endless hours just to please their master, though it literally pains them to do so? We, as wizards and witches, absolutely loathe doing simple, mundane tasks such as chores, and most often than not we whine and complain about the tasks we are asked to do. House-elves, on the other hand, suffer terrible beatings if they ever do such a thing as make one small mistake! Yet they don't complain! Like the precious souls they are, they work their hearts out to serve us. Just how many times have you witnessed a house-elf beating itself up after one tiny, tiny error? I've seen more than could ever be counted. How can we stop this torture and self harm from taking place?
The solution is fairly simple.
Although we cannot fully deprive house-elves of their service to us, since that will most definitely shatter their very hearts and souls, we must therefore treat them with the utmost respect and gratefulness for their services. I personally have met only one free elf, and that was the beloved Dobby. Since I have not yet met another like him who seeks payment, instead, we can do our part by rewarding house-elves for their work by simply continuing to be kind, cleaning up after our messes, staying organized and, most importantly, thanking them and treating them with respect. It all starts with a warm smile, and, after all, they are not too much unlike ourselves. It is our duty as witches and wizards to be respectful and accommodating to all of the living souls on earth, each and every one of them. So I must ask you to do your part and be kind to others. You'll never believe just how rewarding a smile in return really is. And you'll be surprised about just how important a friend is in life. Thank you for listening to my speech, and I urge everyone to treat all beings with the utmost respect and kindness."
The applause was hesitant at first, then deafening. Hermione glanced at the Gryffindor table and spotted Harry and Ron, passed out from shock. Draco Malfoy, still in Hermione's body, was throwing a tantrum and screaming that it was something his father would hear about. Students were glancing worriedly at Hermione's impersonator. Dumbledore was grinning from ear to ear.
"What the hell is that?" asked Crabbe in a disgusted tone. Hermione, still in Draco's body, glanced down at her plate. She didn't think there was anything wrong with her food. That morning she had gone hunting, determined to prove that she could provide for herself if needed. "It's just some Niffler," she replied defensively. Crabbe sniffed her plate and scrunched up his face in distaste. "Why does it still have its guts? Why'd you keep the fur on?"
"I just thought it would add a bit more, erm, texture," Hermione poked the dead Niffler with a silver fork. It suddenly didn't look as appetizing as it had looked before.
Draco Malfoy was only a few metres away from the Slytherin common room before he realized who he was at that moment. He hurried back to the Great Hall, glancing around for Harry or Ron. Spotting the ginger-haired Weasel, he reluctantly walked over. Ron looked up abruptly once he saw who was approaching. His face lit up.
"Hey Hermione, seen Harry anywhere?"
Malfoy shrugged. "Haven't talked to Potty in a while."
"Huh? Have you suddenly switched brains with Malfoy?"
"Just take me back to the common room."
"Can't you go yourself? I need to speak to Harry."
"I don't want to go alone," whined Malfoy.
"Bloody hell, where did badass Hermione go?"
"She wasn't there to begin with."
"Fine, whatever you say. When was the last time you slept?"
"It doesn't matter," Draco replied shortly.
It was revenge time. The Malfoy kid had daydreamed all day of payback. The Mudblood would finally be put in her place! Her activism days were over. Rubbing his hands together like a fly after sitting on feces, Draco formulated a plan. It was going to be a fate worse than death for the Granger girl.
They were now back in their own bodies. Hermione Granger was carrying several heavy looking textbooks, unaware of the figure approaching her from behind. She whirled around as soon as she felt a soft tap on her left shoulder. Professor McGonagall smiled sadly. "You are a very bright girl, but I am afraid that continuing to have you in our classes would cause students to doubt their abilities. We do not wish for this to happen in our school, and so Professor Dumbledore and I have agreed that it would be best to expel you from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will take the train back to London tomorrow morning. I will owl you the details in an hour."
Hermione Granger screamed as if her very soul was being ripped apart, and fainted as soon as McGonagall finished her speech. Draco Malfoy skipped away triumphantly, still Polyjuiced as his professor.
A/N: Didn't think I would be updating twice in a week, but I had a sudden burst of motivation today! I apologize for the super long House-Elf Speech, I just couldn't help myself.