Whoo! My first HP fic! Yay for me!!

Ahem. Well, now that I've got my sanity back, I just wanted to say that all of the fantastically talented J.K. Rowling's magnificent Harry Potter books do NOT belong to me, and I don't own any of the major corporations involved with the printing shipping of her books.

BE WARNED: If ya don't like the thought of Malfoy and Hermione sucking face, steer clear of this fic.

Draco, Flipside

A Twist of Fate

By Hopelight

Professor Severus Snape stalked through the Potions dungeon, surveying the students' work. At the moment, the class was having a double period with the sixth-year Gryffindors and Slytherins mixed together. He paused for a moment by Draco Malfoy's cauldron, patted him on the back, and continued his sweep of the dungeon.

"Remember, class, only one pint of armadillo bile and two ounces of dragon's blood is needed for the Congeniality Concoction," he reminded them, pausing to shrink Neville Longbottom with his icy gaze. "Be sure to take the cauldron off the fire after it has turned yellow. If it does not turn yellow—" he glanced at Neville again "—you will stay after class and do it again."

Neville heaved a sigh of relief. For once, his potion hadn't eaten through the bottom of the cauldron or turned into the exact opposite of what it was supposed to be. He stirred the thick yellow potion once again, happy that he had finally done the potion right. He went to lift his cauldron off the fire, and—

"Hey Longbottom, watch it!"

Malfoy and Neville's cauldron collided with a bang. Poor Neville watched in horror as his potion slopped over the edge and spilled onto Malfoy's robes.

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!" Malfoy screamed, collapsing to the ground in convulsions.

Neville closed his eyes and groaned. The one time he'd done the potion right, and it was all over Malfoy's robes. It looked like Snape was going to do a lot more than just take points off of Gryffindor or give him detention.

In fact, as Snape ran over to them, he looked like he was ready to impale Neville with his wand.

"LONGBOTTOM!" he roared. "What have you done, you stupid boy?"

Neville quaked under Snape's furious glare. "P-please, sir," he stammered out. "I-I was just taking my cauldron off the fire…it was an accident…"

"Enough!" Snape reached down and pulled Malfoy to his feet. "Are you all right, Draco?"

Malfoy grinned. "Oh, I feel fine, Professor," he said cheerily. "I just fell down, that's all. Completely my fault. All right there, Neville? Sorry I spilled the potion, buddy. I think you just may have got it right this time. It was yellow, so I guess you didn't screw it up."

All the Gryffindors, as well as the Slytherins, were gaping at Malfoy in open-mouthed shock. This was the first time that he had ever been remotely friendly to another Gryffindor.

Snape surveyed Malfoy's dripping robes and made a face. "Well, it's yellow," he sighed. "Longbottom did it right, then. So that means you've gotten splashed with the Congeniality Concoction, Malfoy. It's a pity…a pity."

"What's a pity?" Pansy Parkinson called out. "What does congeniality even mean?"

Hermione Granger sighed. "Honestly," she sniffed. "It means that Malfoy's being nice. Nice to everyone, as a matter of fact. The Congeniality Concoction is an irreversible potion that will turn someone nice for exactly seven days."

Both Ron Weasley and Harry Potter doubled over laughing when she said this.

"Malfoy? Nice?" Lavender Brown shrieked.

Seamus Finnigan pretended to faint. "It's unnatural!" he yelled, and the Gryffindors dissolved into giggles.

Snape banged Neville's desk. "Enough!" he snapped. "Five points from Gryffindor. Draco, Longbottom, sit back down." He waved his wand, and the mess that the potion had made was cleared away.

Inside, Neville was shining. Not only had he not gotten in trouble for turning Malfoy nice, he had made his potion right and he had turned Malfoy nice!

"You're JOKING!"

"Way to go, Longbottom!"

"I can't believe it!"

Inside the Gryffindor common room, Neville was having the time of his life. He was basking in the glow of their admiration, and he loved it.

"That's right," he said in a strong, confident voice. "I turned Draco Malfoy nice with the Congeniality Concoction. He has to be like that for a week!"

"Poor Malfoy. I feel sorry for him," Fred Weasley said, snickering.

"Why?" Ron asked.

Fred's twin brother George grinned wickedly. "Because being nice is going to kill Malfoy!" he crowed. "Think about it! The bloke's never been nice in his life. Can you imagine what his will do to him?"

Katie Bell giggled. "You're right," she chortled. "I'd love to see him being courteous to the teachers and that. We'd better get Colin Creevey to take some pictures of him so we can laugh about it later!"

They were all tired of discussing Malfoy's situation after a while, so the Gryffindors all went up to bed. After Neville pulled the hangings around his bed, he snuggled under the covers and closed his eyes, looking forward to what promised to be a wonderful day.