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A/N: Harry becomes Draco and Draco becomes Harry as a result of Devejuice Potion. I was bored and started typing this, and wasn't even considering posting it. FYI- the names in ( ) are the real person. Hope you don't get confused. R/R and enjoy!
Chapter 1Harry was so bored. Snape's unctuous voice droned on about the wonders of Devejuice potion. It was exactly like Polyjuice potion, except the effects could only wear off with an antidote. Snape had been teaching about it for almost a month now, because everybody was making his or her very own and the potion took at least that long to complete. The 6th years' cauldrons stay heated in the back of the room for the past few weeks.
" So," Snape snapped quite loudly, putting everybody out of their daze and to attention, " If everything was done correctly," his eyes unmistakably flashed towards Neville, "You will turn into your partner without a problem. At the end of the lesson, you will receive your antidotes. I will give you your partners now." He took out a piece of parchment and his lips curled maliciously.
" Brown with Bulstrode," he said. Lavender looked over at Millicent, and looked nauseous. Lavender had grown very fond of her looks over the years, while Millicent had proceeded to grow as many chins as humanly possible.
" Longbottom with Goyle." Neville squeaked in fear. Harry, remembering what it was like to be Goyle from Polyjuice potion in his second year, felt a little sorry for Neville.
" Weasley with Crabbe, Finnigan with Nott, Granger with Parkinson."
Snape continued to call names, but Harry didn't hear his. Finally, after the whole room was buzzing with anxiety, Snape looked up from his list and muttered. "Potter with Malfoy."
Harry had two reactions. One was to scream, " No!" (with Malfoy) and stand up. The other was a wave of sudden nausea at the prospect of looking like Malfoy for a whole half- hour.
Snape looked over at Malfoy. " I apologize Mr. Malfoy," he said and sharply glanced at Harry. " You'll do as you're told, Potter, or else…"
Or else what! Harry wanted to exclaim. At this point, he wanted nothing more than to take something heavy, anything, and bring it down upon Snape's head. He was so sick of his empty threats.
The whole class began to assemble themselves with their assigned partner. Harry hesitantly took his cauldron from the back of the room and brought it over the where Malfoy sat. His pointed face was sneering.
" You're lucky, Potter," he said. " Nobody else gets such a good trade. That four-eyed face to this one," he said, smirking and pointing arrogantly at his own face.
" I'm not too fond of being you either, Malfoy," Harry said hotly. He didn't care what Malfoy said; he just wanted to get this over with.
Malfoy rolled his eyes. " I'm gonna have that stupid scar on my forehead too. This sucks."
Harry ignored him and grabbed the ladle. He scooped his own potion into his cup and Malfoy did the same with his. Soon, everybody in the class was nervously holding their cup in their hands.
" Take your partner's hair, everybody," Snape said lazily, scanning his eyes across the apprehensive students. " Drop it in the cup."
Harry plucked out a jet-black hair from his bangs, and Malfoy did the same from his head of silvery hair. Malfoy looked quite smug about it, while Harry didn't really care. His hair was untidy anyways.
When Harry dropped Malfoy's hair in his cup, the potion turned a nasty green. He looked over at Malfoy's potion, which was fizzing to a deep red color. Everybody in the class was holding a different colored potion.
" Drink," Snape said. Harry looked down at his fizzing potion and nervously brought it to his lips. The hot liquid burned in his mouth. He quickly swallowed and the effect of it going down his throat was one he couldn't quite explain. It burned but felt very icy.
Harry felt the change over his body. He felt his nose grow longer and his lips turn into a sneer. Slowly, everything became blurry. Harry felt very dizzy and blinked several times, but the blurry vision didn't go away.
" Take off the glasses, genius," he heard a very odd yet slightly familiar voice say. Harry slowly removed the glasses that rested on his pointed nose and handed them to the person in front of him.
Harry couldn't stop staring. In front of him stood, well, him. He surveyed the untidy black hair, the pale skin, the lanky figure, and the bright green eyes. His eyes flicked up the lightening bolt scar, which was half hidden behind his bangs.
" I look good," the person said. The other Harry was looking at him.
Draco's attitude had obviously not changed, although his looks had.
" I can't believe I look like such a dumbass," he said. Harry left him and approached the person who had turned into Crabbe.
" Hey Ron," he said. His voice sounded much quieter and had a certain tone of bitterness in it.
Crabbe (Ron) turned his massive body to Harry. " Aaah!" he said, wide-eyed. " Harry!"
The two friends looked at each other and immediately began throwing pretend insults at each other.
Pansy Parkinson approached the two of them.
" Hermione?" Ron said. He then smirked a little and bent down to kiss her. Hermione didn't retreat, and Harry found it funny to see the massive figure of Crabbe kiss Pansy.
" Stop it!" Hermione (Pansy) shrieked when she saw them. Ron (Crabbe), however, seemed perfectly fine with it.
" Silence," Snape said, standing in front of the class with a very pleased look in his eyes. " Sit down and learn the rest of the lesson. Everybody is to write an essay about the physical effects of the potion for homework and compare it to Polyjuice potion. And you, Longbottom," his mean eyes darted to a figure who was cowering in the corner. This person was obviously Neville, but only from certain angles. The left side of his face was fatter than his right, and Neville's normally brown hair started that way from the roots but grew darker near the tips. His nostrils were huge but his eyes were still small and scared looking. His left arm was massive and hung from his tiny body.
" Longbottom, you have yet again failed miserably to make a successful potion in this class. You have two essays tonight. One will be a thesis on exactly what you could have done wrong to turn into that." The Gryffindors (Slytherins) in the class snickered. Harry saw the fake Harry whisper something to Ron (Crabbe).
" The other essay is going to be ten paragraphs, and each paragraph will be about why you are the miserable failure you are and why exactly you can't get anything right in this class."
With this said, the Gryffindors (Slytherins) cracked up. Poor Neville cowered in the corner, looking as though on the verge of tears.
Suddenly, Pansy (Hermione) stood up. " Professor, Potions is a very difficult subject," she said. " And you don't make it any easier for Neville by insulting him every day."
The laughter died down as everybody in the class turned to Pansy (Hermione). Her pug- like face was sweating with nerves, but she looked determined.
Snape looked livid. His eyes flashed and his nostrils flared behind the greasy curtain of black hair. " Granger, is that you?" he said quietly. " Two detentions and twenty points from Gryffindor. Let me go get some parchment to write that down."
He turned on his heels, and perhaps he was so angry he wasn't using his eyes. Snape slammed into the open door of the cabinet right next to his desk and crumpled to the floor. The bottle of antidote that sat on the shelf shook from the impact and fell, shattering everywhere and spraying its contents across the cold dungeon floor.
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While Madam Pomfrey carried Snape up the hospital wing on a floating stretcher, Dumbledore calmed everybody down.
"I have found some extra antidote in Professor Snape's office and it will be distributed. I will call each pair to my desk and when you are done, you are free to leave," he said calmly, looking at the sea of panicked faces around the room. Harry was relieved to hear this, for he didn't want to hang around in his Draco outfit much longer.
Lavender and Millicent were called up first, and Lavender looked incredibly pleased, for after she took the antidote, her perfectly manicured hand shot to her chin.
Dumbledore went down the list, and each Slytherin was turned back into a Gryffindor, and each Gryffindor a Slytherin. Finally, Dumbledore called up the last two remaining students: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
Dumbledore pulled the dropper from the bottle but all he found was air. He glanced inside and came to a horrible realization that the last of the antidote had been used up. Harry saw this written on the headmaster's face. Malfoy must have too, for both boys opened their mouths in horror.
" I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy," he said looking at the other Harry. He then glanced at the blonde-haired boy. " Mr. Potter."
" Sorry doesn't cut it!" Malfoy yelled. His green eyes lit up and his dark eyebrows came together. " I don't want to be stuck like Potter for another second! Change me back now!"
Dumbledore had a brief look of amusement in his blue eyes. " There's nothing that can be done," he said. " The potion takes two weeks to complete."
" What are we going to do?" Harry asked. He started feeling very panicked. If Dumbledore couldn't do anything about it, there was almost no other option.
" Well, you can spend the next two weeks in the hospital wing," Dumbledore suggested. He rubbed his chin and looked at the ceiling pensively. Harry and Malfoy looked at each other. Harry was not used to seeing his own face look back at him, at this moment with a bewildered look.
Dumbledore finally spoke. "I suggest this. Nobody knows that you are still Mr. Malfoy," he said to Harry. " Nobody know you are still Mr. Potter," he said to Malfoy. " Perhaps you could pretend to be each other for the next two weeks."
Both boys were so taken aback that their physical reactions were quite funny. Harry stumbled backwards into a chair and Malfoy's green eyes opened so wide they looked like they would pop out of his head.
" How can you suggest that?" Malfoy shouted. In the physical form of Harry, it looked so wrong to see him yelling at Dumbledore. " Why can't we just live normally in these bodies?"
What Malfoy was saying did make more sense. These were just physical appearances and Harry was still Harry and Malfoy was still Malfoy.
" Imagine the looks," Dumbledore said, " on the faces of your fellow Slytherins if Harry Potter walked into their common room and sat down with them. I cannot explain to everybody in the school that you are really not Harry and Harry is not really you. It would be much easier to just pretend. Besides," Dumbledore said with a smile, " Wouldn't it be interesting to live in another person's shoes for two weeks. The two of you have made yourselves adversaries and you know nothing about one another. This is your opportunity to get to know each other."
" Er--- Professor Dumbledore. You're right in saying that I don't know Mal--- Draco. How am I going to be able to convince everybody that I'm him?"
" How strange people can be, Mr. Potter, for they always assume you are you if you look the part." He frowned, probably recalling Mad- Eye Moody in Harry's 4th year. " Besides, the two of you know each other well enough, having seen each other every school day for the past 6 years."
Both boys were dumbstruck. Although they never agreed on anything, they were at that moment thinking the same thing: Dumbledore is mad.
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