Note: This is kind of a boring chapter. Bear through it, or skip to chapter two, which was,
perhaps, the strangest idea spawned from that conversation. ^^;;
Chapter one: Trouble Brewing
Hermione/Harry sat in the school library, pouring over a book of spells and counter-
spells. She had absolutely no idea what had gone wrong in their spell, but whatever it
was, she felt very uncomfortable about Harry running around in her body, and vice versa.
She had 2 hours before she should be back at the dorms, especially because she still
needed to study for that test..
'oh shoot!' Hermione/Harry jerked her head up from the book. There was a test in
Muggle-studies the next day, and she only had a 99.9% in that class.. Hermione had
planned to ace the test in order to pull her grade up. But with Harry in her body..
The librarian was fairly confused when she witnessed Harry Potter dashing out the door
at the speed of a bat out of hell.
Hermione/Harry arrived, panting, at the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Dancing Trolls." She said quickly, shoving her way past the portrait as it swung open.
Harry/Hermione, Ron, Fred, and George all looked up from the Zonko's bulk delivery
forms they were going over.
"Ha..ermione!" Hermione/Harry started, "You have that Muggle Studies test tomorrow..
shouldn't you be studying?"
"Muggle.. Oh.." Harry/Hermione's eyes widened and he instantly left Ron and company
to go study with Hermione/Harry, knowing very well she'd have his head on a platter
(after they returned to their original bodies, that is) if he failed a test in any
of her classes.
* * * * *
Hermione stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars attached to the bunk above hers. Four..
Five.. That was five stars too many. Grumbling, she rolled out of bed and looked in the
mirror. Harry Potter, with baggy eyes and messy hair, stared back at her out of it.
"It wasn't a dream." She moaned. They had stayed up until 1 or so in the morning,
preparing Harry for all of Hermione's classes and vice versa. Other boys started making
their way out of bed, heading towards their trunks and pulling out the days clothing.
Hermione found herself turning assorted shades of red as they all started changing, and
wondered vaguely what Harry was up to in her dorm. She made her way towards his
trunk and began dressing.
When they met in the common room, Harry and Hermione looked each other over.
"Good job.. but Harry, next time, ask one of the girls for help with matching colors.
Orange shirts with red cardigans.. it clashes. And good lord, what did you do to my hair!"
Harry, determined not to mess up, had spent an excessive amount of time brushing 'his'
hair. It was somewhat frizzy and poofy, but looked better than usual.
The day continued without further event, Harry/Hermione did his best on the Muggle
Studies test, and Hermione/Harry struggled to behave herself in Divination. When Snape
assigned a pop quiz in potions and instructed them to brew a fairly difficult poison
antidote, however, things blew up in more than just the literal sense. Hermione, in
Harry's body, did the potion perfectly- Ron thanked her profusely for saving his grade.
Harry, however, had to deal with Snape hovering over his shoulder and constantly teasing
and provoking.
"Granger isn't doing so well today, is she? Forgot to review the teachers guide this
morning, hmm?"
It didn't help Harry's mood any when he had to leave the class coated in a foul-smelling
yellow sludge, accompanied by Hermione/Harry fretting about her grades.
That night, Hermione/Harry resigned herself to spending another few hours at the library,
attempting to find a counter-spell.
perhaps, the strangest idea spawned from that conversation. ^^;;
Chapter one: Trouble Brewing
Hermione/Harry sat in the school library, pouring over a book of spells and counter-
spells. She had absolutely no idea what had gone wrong in their spell, but whatever it
was, she felt very uncomfortable about Harry running around in her body, and vice versa.
She had 2 hours before she should be back at the dorms, especially because she still
needed to study for that test..
'oh shoot!' Hermione/Harry jerked her head up from the book. There was a test in
Muggle-studies the next day, and she only had a 99.9% in that class.. Hermione had
planned to ace the test in order to pull her grade up. But with Harry in her body..
The librarian was fairly confused when she witnessed Harry Potter dashing out the door
at the speed of a bat out of hell.
Hermione/Harry arrived, panting, at the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Dancing Trolls." She said quickly, shoving her way past the portrait as it swung open.
Harry/Hermione, Ron, Fred, and George all looked up from the Zonko's bulk delivery
forms they were going over.
"Ha..ermione!" Hermione/Harry started, "You have that Muggle Studies test tomorrow..
shouldn't you be studying?"
"Muggle.. Oh.." Harry/Hermione's eyes widened and he instantly left Ron and company
to go study with Hermione/Harry, knowing very well she'd have his head on a platter
(after they returned to their original bodies, that is) if he failed a test in any
of her classes.
* * * * *
Hermione stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars attached to the bunk above hers. Four..
Five.. That was five stars too many. Grumbling, she rolled out of bed and looked in the
mirror. Harry Potter, with baggy eyes and messy hair, stared back at her out of it.
"It wasn't a dream." She moaned. They had stayed up until 1 or so in the morning,
preparing Harry for all of Hermione's classes and vice versa. Other boys started making
their way out of bed, heading towards their trunks and pulling out the days clothing.
Hermione found herself turning assorted shades of red as they all started changing, and
wondered vaguely what Harry was up to in her dorm. She made her way towards his
trunk and began dressing.
When they met in the common room, Harry and Hermione looked each other over.
"Good job.. but Harry, next time, ask one of the girls for help with matching colors.
Orange shirts with red cardigans.. it clashes. And good lord, what did you do to my hair!"
Harry, determined not to mess up, had spent an excessive amount of time brushing 'his'
hair. It was somewhat frizzy and poofy, but looked better than usual.
The day continued without further event, Harry/Hermione did his best on the Muggle
Studies test, and Hermione/Harry struggled to behave herself in Divination. When Snape
assigned a pop quiz in potions and instructed them to brew a fairly difficult poison
antidote, however, things blew up in more than just the literal sense. Hermione, in
Harry's body, did the potion perfectly- Ron thanked her profusely for saving his grade.
Harry, however, had to deal with Snape hovering over his shoulder and constantly teasing
and provoking.
"Granger isn't doing so well today, is she? Forgot to review the teachers guide this
morning, hmm?"
It didn't help Harry's mood any when he had to leave the class coated in a foul-smelling
yellow sludge, accompanied by Hermione/Harry fretting about her grades.
That night, Hermione/Harry resigned herself to spending another few hours at the library,
attempting to find a counter-spell.