A/N: This was part of the first chapter originally… thank you peachylaura and mandy brocklehurst for my first reviews!!!

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Chapter 2

After careful consideration, both boys swapped robes and proceeded to the Great Hall for dinner. Harry looked down, and saw the unattractive green patch on his chest that read Slytherin. Although he always believed that even though Dumbledore was a little, er, eccentric, Harry trusted him more than anyone. Maybe this was the right thing to do.

When they reached to Great Hall, Harry hesitantly walked to the Slytherin table, and Draco to the Gryffindor table. Both boys glanced at each other apprehensively.

" You better not screw this up," Draco muttered to Harry, but Harry had a feeling he was talking to himself as well.

Harry reached to table and sat down. Crabbe and Goyle were stuffing their faces with food. Harry decided to seize this opportunity to do something Malfoy-ish. He glanced noticeably at his two cronies and muttered loudly, " Pigs." Crabbe and Goyle looked very dumb and very pleased.

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Draco had actually decided to skip dinner. He saw Ron and Hermione holding hands and talking furtively, and decided the temptation to insult them would be too great. He went back out into the entrance hall and slowly began to head towards the dungeons.

Wait, he thought. Damn.

For years, Draco took the path through dungeons to his common room. He was, however, a Gryffindor now. Disturbed at this thought, he shuddered. He almost went into the Hall to ask Harry where the Gryffindor common room was, but decided not to risk it. Surely, there had to be a Gryffindor wandering the around somewhere.

At that moment, a redheaded girl about a head shorter than Harry came out of the Great Hall. She carried a large stack of books in her arms. It was Ginny Weasley.

" Hey Weasley," Draco said casually. He approached Ginny, who stood frozen in her spot, her scarlet face glowing redder and redder as who she thought was Harry Potter drew nearer. With quick thinking, Draco said, " Do you need some help carrying those?"

" Er--- sure," Ginny chocked. She spilled some of the books into Draco's arm and slowly began walking up the marble staircase, an expression of disbelief etched on her face.

Wordlessly, the two of them proceeded through a long corridor, behind a tapestry, another set of stairs (which evidently had a trick step) and through another corridor. At the end of the corridor was an enormous picture of, in Draco's opinion, an unattractive fat woman in a pink dress.

" Scale- Rot," Ginny said to her when they approached her, and the portrait swung open.

Scale- Rot? Draco thought. How stupid.

Passwords used by Slytherins were words like 'Power', 'Basilisk', and 'Pure-blood'.

Well, Scale- Rot fits the average description of a Gryffindor, Draco thought with a laugh.

" What's so funny?" Ginny asked timidly as if afraid to break the silence. Draco spotted her red ears camouflaged with her hair. Seeing him looking at them, Ginny hastily pressed her curls over them.

" Er--- I was just thinking about something funny. That's all."

He followed Ginny through what seemed like a hole behind the portrait, and found himself for the first time in the Gryffindor common room.

His first reaction was, this isn't so bad.

Draco slapped himself in his mind. Of course the room was bad. It was horrible. It was a Gryffindor room. He, however, couldn't help admiring the comfort of it, with its roaring fire and squashy armchairs. The room was round and covered in portraits. The students who weren't having dinner were chatting noisily; laughter erupted here and there. Draco spotted two staircases on each side of the room. He assumed they led to the dormitories.

Draco put his books down on a rusty table and stood silently next to Ginny. " Er --- thanks for bringing my books up, Harry." She tilted her head back and looked into Harry's green eyes, which for whatever reason looked surprisingly cold.

" Yeah," Draco replied callously and feigned a yawn. " I'm tired. I'm going to bed."

" Good night," she muttered.

" 'Night," he said and turned. He was very unsure of what he was doing as he slowly climbed one of the staircases. It must have been right, because Ginny didn't say anything. He could feel her eyes on his back as he ascended the winding staircase and felt quite disgusted. As he proceeded upward, his legs grew tired. What was with this place? The Slytherin dormitories were cool underground chambers. This was a tower. He looked out one the windows and saw the forbidden forest and silhouettes of the mountains in the distance contrasting the sunset. The Slytherin dormitories had no windows, Draco thought jealously. He continued up the stairs and passed doors that were conveniently labeled " 1st years" and " 3rd years."

At the very top of the staircase, Draco reached the door that read " 6th years." He pushed the door open and was greeted by five unfamiliar four-poster beds with deep red velvet hangings. A trunk lay at the foot of each bed. He didn't know which was Harry's so he decided to look in their trunks.

The first one he opened contained blue flannel pajamas adorned with Teddy Bears. Draco scoffed. This was obviously Neville's. He skipped the bed with the unmoving picture. This had to belong to a Muggle- born, and he knew Dean Thomas possessed the filthy blood.

Draco opened another trunk and saw a very shiny firebolt. Yes, this was Harry's trunk. Draco was about the close the trunk, when curiosity got the best of him. He spotted something slivery and very odd. He reached for it, and the moment he touched it, he knew what it was.

" An invisibility cloak," he muttered breathlessly. Ever since he was a child, Draco had dreamed of having one. The cloaks, however, were extremely rare and incredibly expensive. No matter how much he bullied his father, Draco never got one.

Now there it was in his hand.

Hesitantly, he took the cloak and let the silky material slip through his fingers. It feels like water, he thought. He slowly wrapped the cloak around his shoulders and then over his head.

Suddenly, Draco felt very free. He could go anywhere and everywhere.

Voices suddenly drifted from the staircase, and they sounded familiar. It was Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

" Come on, we've got to tell him. He'll fall down laughing!" he heard Ron say.

Damn Potter's friends, Draco thought. He slipped off the cloak (rather hesitantly), and dropped it into Harry's trunk. He then crawled into the surprisingly comfortable bed and pulled the velvet curtain around it.

The door opened and he heard Ron say, " He's asleep. He probably was just tired. He did have to be Malfoy for a half- hour today."

Hermione chuckled. " Urgh. Poor Harry."

Draco gritted his teeth, wanting very badly to pull the curtains aside a defend himself, but he decided that would be a bad idea. He cringed as he heard Ron and Hermione kiss for what seemed like forever before Hermione finally left and the lights went out.

Draco lay in the bed, still in Harry's school clothes. He didn't know if he could handle this for two weeks. He couldn't stand the Weasleys, and he couldn't stand the Mudbloods who would never be found in the Slytherin house. Draco's mind, however, kept going back to Harry's invisibility cloak that rested in his trunk. He just couldn't wait to get his hands on it again and feel the material around him. Draco drifted into a dreamless sleep, his mind on the things he could do and the places he could go wearing that cloak.

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Harry was not adjusting well as Draco Malfoy. He followed Crabbe and Goyle down to the dungeons, but neither of them knew the password, for they had always relied on Draco to know it. Feeling incredibly foolish, he had to stand outside with his cronies until someone came along and finally opened the door.

When Harry stepped into the cold Slytherin common room, he remembered his second year when he came here as Goyle. The place still looked as he remembered it, with the high back chairs surrounding the ornate fireplace and the low ceiling made of stone. Harry suddenly missed the Gryffindor common room, which held a certain warmth that Slytherin's did not have. Harry decided not to stick around and go to bed, but he then realized he had no idea how to get there.

" Goyle, Crabbe. Could you--- er---- show me where I usually sleep?" he asked stupidly.

Goyle and Crabbe almost fell when they heard this. What Harry didn't know was that this was because of the unexpected politeness in their leader's tone. It didn't seem to suit Malfoy very well.

" Down there," Goyle said, pointing to a stone doorway.

Harry almost instinctively said thanks, but then thought better of it. He went through the door way and down spiraling steps. The walls were gray stone and adorned with torches spaced apart two feet from each other that lit Harry's path as he walked deeper and deeper underground.

Soon, Harry came to a long corridor with many doors. By each door, there was a small sign. Harry approached the closest door. The sign read ' Avery, Crabbe, Goyle, Malfoy, Nott."

Harry went inside and was met by more unfamiliar surroundings. There were five dark wood beds, each with four posters but no hangings. The posts were carved with serpents and the bedspread was velvety and dark green. There was a big stone fireplace at the end of the room. There was no fireplace in the Gryffindor dormitory, Harry thought. This was probably, however, because the Slytherins didn't have windows.

Above the fireplace, Harry spotted moving pictures. Most were of Malfoy and the other Slytherins. He cast his eyes over the collection, and suddenly spotted a picture of himself, Harry Potter.

It seemed to be from a chocolate frog, for his name and a description were written on it. Harry was in his Quidditch robes (seeing this made Harry miss being a Gryffindor very badly) and was holding his Firebolt (which he also wished he could have with him). His messy hair blew in the invisible wind and his green eyes glittered with excitement, as they always did before a Quidditch match. Harry didn't bother reading the description, because Malfoy had crossed out everything with ink, except for the word ' You-Know-Who'. There were small darts around the picture, including one write through his scar. Perhaps this was what Malfoy did in his free time: throw darts at Harry's picture. Angry, Harry tore the picture from the wall and threw it in the fire. 

Harry suspected Malfoy would sleep closest to the fire. Sure enough, when he opened the trunk, he found a Nimbus 2001 with Draco Malfoy inscribed in it. Harry scoffed. He would never inscribe his name in his Firebolt; that was just silly.

Harry wasn't too keen on changing. He just took off his shoes and crawled in bed. The fire cast shadows around the dark dormitory, and Harry felt very uncomfortable in the soft bed. He felt a large weight of anxiety on his chest for the first time that night; perhaps because the fact that he was Malfoy was starting to sink in. Harry would miss his friends, Ron and Hermione, miserably. He didn't know if he could be a person he hated for two weeks.

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A/N: Sorry this one was a little short… and don't worry… our little Draco will put the invisibility cloak to use… Tell me (pleeeeze!) what you think so far and REVIEW *

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