Hermione pulled herself up off the ground, dusting dirt and leaves off her maroon Quidditch robes.
Wait a minute, why am I wearing Quidditch robes, these are Harry's, and why was I on the ground
Hermione reached up to her face to brush a leaf out of her hair. As she reached over her head she felt something weird on her nose. Wiggling her nose, she realized she was wearing a pair of glasses, Harry's glasses. She quickly looked at her hands and screamed.
"OH MY GOD," Hermione shouted, but everyone had gone into dinner or was too far away on the Quidditch pitch to hear her.
She looked down at her feet and saw herself lying there
That's probably Harry, why am I him and he me, what is going on?!
Just then, Harry blinked his eyes and looked up at Hermione.
"What the hell is going on?" he said, looking up at his reflection.
He reached up to fix his glasses, only the find they were not on his face, yet he was seeing fine. The person who looked like him reached down to give him a hand up. He stood up and looked down at his robes. They weren't his Quidditch robes, they were normal school robes. On the left side there was the Hogwarts emblem; above the emblem was a name. Prefect Hermione Granger.
"Oh god, I suppose you're Hermione then," he said to his look-a-like.
"Somehow, very unfortunately, yes," Hermione said grimacing. "It would appear that we've switched bodies."
Harry stared at Hermione, realization washing over him. He was Hermione; Hermione was him.
"How long, is this permanent, why are we each other, whose idea was this, when, AHH," Harry said this all very quickly, running his hands through his hair, only to get them stuck.
"Harry, stop pulling out my hair," Hermione said, laughing a bit, "and I have no clue what happened to us, we should go ask Dumbledore for help, we certainly could use it."
"No wait Hermione, we can't ask for help, we can't tell anyone about this," Harry said, pulling Hermione back.
"Why not? We really need help. Look at us Harry, we've switched bodies for goodness sake, that's not normal. We could have been cursed. WE NEED HELP," Hermione said in a very agitated voice.
"But, but Dumbledore will tell other teachers and they'll never let us just pretend everything is normal and if anyone finds out that I'm stuck as you I'll never live it down," Harry pleaded, "what if Malfoy finds out, or Fred and George, or Ron."
"We have to tell Ron, Harry, it's just not fair to keep him in the dark," Hermione said matter-of-factly, "he's our best friend, besides, he's bound to notice something. He's not blind or deaf, you know."
"Fine, Ron, but that's it, no Dumbledore, or McGonagall, or Lupin, or Sirius, or,"
"Okay Harry, I get the point, but in that case, start calling me Harry and I'll start calling you Hermione," Hermione said, pulling Harry towards the castle for dinner.
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"WHAT!" Ron exclaimed loudly. The three of them were sitting alone in the corner of the common room. Harry and Hermione had just told him of the little problem they had, namely, that they were each other.
"WHAT!" Ron exclaimed again.
"We just told you, even though I look like Harry, I'm Hermione, and even though she looks likes Hermione she's Harry," Hermione explained exasperated, as it was the 5th time she had to repeat herself.
"But, but, why?" Ron asked.
"We have no idea why, or who, or when, or for how long," Harry said, "but we don't want to tell anyone beside you because neither of us will ever live it down, imagine if Fred and George found out."
"Oh right, that would be rather emotionally scarring if they found out, don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Ron promised, "but how are you two going to live, you know, being each other, you are very different people for god's sake."
"We've talked about this a bit," Hermione said, "we're each going to write our own essays, but then the other one will copy it over so it's in the correct handwriting, and Harry just won't talk in class that much until this wears off."
"Right, and Hermione won't make me look like a know-it-all by answering every question like she normally does," Harry said, ducking quickly to avoid the pillow Hermione threw at him, "and we'll just exchange mail, it's not like either of us gets that much anyway."
"Cool, but what about Quidditch, Hermione can't play," Ron asked.
"We don't quite know yet, I know most of your plays from watching your practices, and you don't have another game for over a month so we'll just hope that we can find a counter-curse before that," Hermione said, "and if we can't, well, just pray I learn quickly."
Ron laughed at the idea of Hermione playing Quidditch and was tackled by Hermione who pinned him to the ground, laughing at Ron. Harry rolled his eyes; it seemed that Ron and Hermione's favorite hobby was bickering, but they never really meant it. Just then Ginny came over and sat down next the Harry, gripping him tightly and dropping her head onto his shoulder.
"Oh my god, Hermione, you were so right in dropping divination, Professor Trelawney is a nightmare," Ginny complained, "we were reading crystal balls today, all mine said was 'it will be foggy'."
Harry relaxed, remembering that Ginny thought he was Hermione and that Ginny was not randomly hugging him, it was just a girl thing. He put his
arms around her trying to comfort her.
When in Rome do as the Romans do; when Hermione do as Hermione does, he thought to himself.
Everyone laughed; none of them liked Trelawney or her smelly attic.
"Yeah, you should drop it too, I'm glad I did," Hermione said.
Ginny sat up, looking puzzled, "what are you talking about Harry, you didn't drop Divination, Hermione did."
"Oh right, what I mean is, umm, I would be glad IF I did, right, yeah," Hermione said hurriedly.
Ginny look confused but nodded. Harry nudged Hermione and glared at her. Hermione grinned nervously; if she made any more stupid mistakes like that she would give everything away for sure. Just then the clock above the fireplace chimed bedtime.
"Hermione, come up with me to the bathroom, I need a shower and I want to talk with you about some things" Ginny said, standing up and beckoning Harry to follow her.
"Actually Ginny, I need to speak with Hermione about our Transfiguration homework, she'll be up soon," Ron said, pulling Harry back down to the floor
"Okay, good-night then, see you at breakfast," Ginny walked up the stairs to the girl's bathroom.
Once Ginny was safely away Harry looked at Hermione and Ron in horror.
"We forgot, how the hell are we going to shower," Harry said in a nervous whisper, "I really don't think that I should use the girl's bathroom."
"What do you intend to do instead, Harry, use the guy's room, how will you explain you being in there, you are a girl now," Ron said, laughing.
"What about me, I can't use the guy's room," Hermione said panicked.
"You two don't have much choice," Ron said, rolling on the floor laughing at the looks of horror on his friends faces, "honestly Harry, you'd think you would be excited at the idea of getting into the girl's bathroom, Fred and George have been trying to do that for ages"
Hermione hit Ron very hard with a pillow.
"This isn't funny Ron, it's very serious, I do not want to see any naked guys, especially you, in the shower," Hermione said.
This sobered Ron up a bit; the idea of Hermione seeing him naked obviously did not appeal to him in the least.
"Oh god, this is horrible, I don't want you to see me undressed," Harry said, "how are we going to avoid this, you probably don't want me to see you either."
"Well, it appears we haven't much choice in the matter, seeing as we are each other, just try to be mature about this Harry," Hermione said, sighing, "and don't go around staring at Lavender or Ginny or anyone, girls DON'T do that."
Ron leapt up and grabbed Harry's collar, "You better not stare at Ginny, as her older brother and protector, I will be forced to kill you very slowly if you do," Ron threatened Harry, "even though you are my best friend," he added as an afterthought.
"Ron, don't worry, I have absolutely no interest in looking at Ginny, I promise," Harry said, "but, please let go of my collar, you're choking me."
"Oh, sorry," Ron dropped Harry.
The three of them got up to go take showers and head to sleep, Hermione with a very determined look on her face, as though determined not to see any of her male classmates undressed and Harry trying very hard, and not succeeding very well, not the grin at the idea of living in the girl's dorm.
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Hermione blinked her eyes a few times to clear the sleep out of them. The world around her remained blurry. She looked around herself at the blurry curtains and glowing stars on the ceiling above her bed.
Wait, I don't have glowing stars above my bed, we painted those above Harry's….
Suddenly she remembered the events of the previous day. Reaching over onto her nightstand she put on the pair of glasses that rested there. Pulling herself out of bed she pushed aside the heavy maroon drapes and saw much more of Seamus than she ever wanted to see.
Quickly ducking back inside her bed she buried her face in the pillow trying to forget whatever it was she just saw.
"Umm, Harry, are you okay?" Seamus asked, walking over to the bed.
"Yeah, I'm fine Seamus, thanks, maybe you should put on some clothes though," Hermione said, sitting up and looking at the ceiling.
Seamus looked at her quizzically, but then pulled on his jeans and school robes. He walked over the Ron's bed and hit him to wake him up.
"Wake up sleeping beauty," Seamus called to him as Dean laughed by his bed, "come on Ron, get up, its time for breakfast."
Ron threw his pillow at Seamus, who easily ducked it. Getting out of bed, Ron stretched his long legs and turned around, looking for Hermione. When he verified that she was busy looking in Harry's trunk for clothing, Ron quickly changed into his robes.
Dean, Seamus and Neville headed down for breakfast, but Ron stayed behind to help Hermione find everything. Once everyone else was out of the room he turned to Hermione.
"Need help finding anything? I know where Harry keeps his stuff," Ron asked, dropping to his knees beside Hermione who was busy fishing through Harry's trunk.
"Yes actually, where does Harry keep his comb?" Hermione asked, walking over to the bathroom and looking in the mirror.
"Comb?" Ron asked. "What do you need a comb for?"
"To fix my hair, it's a mess," Hermione said, running her hands through the mess of black hair on her head that rather resembled a messy looking hedgehog.
"No don't, Harry never really combs his hair, that's a girl thing. Besides, you can't tell any difference whether or not Harry combs his hair."
Ron and Hermione headed out of the bathroom down to the common room to wait for Harry.
"This may take a while." Hermione said, making herself comfortable on one of the plush chairs. "Have a seat," she said to Ron.
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Meanwhile, in the girls' dorm, Harry was busy looking through Hermione's trunk for her clothing. He had succeeded in finding a pair of unmentionables, though he had some difficulty with the top piece.
"Why do girls bother with these?" he asked himself as he fidgeted awkwardly.
On the side of the dorm was an enormous mirror, currently Lavender and Parvati were standing in front of it applying makeup with their wands and a dizzying assortment of small pots and brushes. They were currently giggling madly.
Having finally found Hermione's clean school robes he decided that this must be what all girls did, though he couldn't ever remember Hermione looking like she was wearing makeup. He walked over to where Lavender and Parvati were working, took one look at the makeup and decided to ask Hermione about that before he tried anything. The last thing he wanted was to look like an idiot.
Turning to look in the mirror, he realized that his hair was a mess.
At least something is normal
Then he realized that Hermione's hair never looked this messy. Walking back over to Hermione's nightstand he picked up her brush and began combing his hair. Since this was a rather lengthy process, he began listening to Lavender and Parvati, who were currently painting their eyelids rather bright shades of lavender and green, respectively.
"Oh I love that color on you Parvati, it is perfect, where did you get it," Lavender exclaimed.
"I got it in a Muggle store in London, isn't it marvelous?"
"Where did you get the idea for green, it's a bit wild"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"No"
"Harry"
At this point, Harry fell off Hermoine's bed, landing rather painfully on his side. Both Lavender and Parvati turned to stare at him.
"Hermione? Are you okay?" Lavender asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just tripped, I wasn't focusing, thinking about my, umm, homework," Harry quickly stood up and brushed off his robes, "what were you talking about before?"
"Oh, my eyeshadow," Parvati said, "I got it in London this summer."
"Really? It's certainly quite interesting. Why did you said you got the idea from Harry, he's never ever even remotely struck me as the type to wear makeup," Harry said, horrified at the very idea of his wearing makeup.
"Oh no, don't be silly, it's the color of his eyes," Parvati said, returning to applying it liberally on her eyes, "I'm hoping he'll notice me now."
"Oh why, do you have a crush on him?" Harry asked, hoping he sounded innocent.
"Where in the world have you been, Hermione, Parvati only rhapsodizes in nauseating detail about him nightly," Lavender said, emphasizing her words with elaborate gestures.
"Oh right of course, sorry, I'm not myself this morning."
That is the understatement of the year Harry thought to himself wryly as he went down to the common room to meet Ron and Hermione. This would
certainly be an interesting adventure.
A/N:
Next chapter…Our wonderful trio tries to find out exactly what's happened to them by going to the library (big surprise). There they meet a blond haired devil and our favorite werewolf.
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