Hey all!!!!!
any way, how are you all, this is then chapter, ok.
You have a few things to remember, one of these is, that from this point on, when ever I saw Draco, he is in Potters body, and vise versa. Ok ok ok ok ok ok ok
WARNING FOR NUPIL - Ok, girl, I want you to stick with this chapter...toward the end, in Ginny's little flash back thoughts thingy, it may seem a little Ginny/Harry shippy, but it is not, This is Ginny/Draco Delish...ok ok
I like saying ok...ok
enjoy.
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Draco ran his hands through his hair and sighed at the strange feeling. He hated the way Potter's hair felt, it was nothing like his own hair.
"Password?" The fat lady asked, Draco sighed and then realised that he had forgotten to ask Potter the password.
"Umm...the password, well that would be...ummm..." He stalled, what would a gryffindor prefect set as the password to their common room. He tried to think hard about who the prefects even were. He knew one of them was Granger...what would Granger possibly set as a password?
"Books?" He tried, the fat lady shook her head
"Umm...slytherin sux?" He asked, the fat lady diddn't move.
He sighed and thought about the other prefects and what they could make the password. Then he remembered, Weasley's little sister was a prefect.
"Harry?" He smiled, but the door still didn't open. He could have been sure that Ginny would make the password something to do with Potter.
"Fine...seeker?... Burrow?... Weasley?... Weasley's rock?" the portrait swung open. "You have got to be kidding me? that is the pasword?"
He stepped into the room for the first time in his life and looked around. the gryffindor common room was bright and airy, and it had an atmosphere about it, an atmosphere that was so different to the Slytherin common room.
He automatically hated it!
"Harry, you are back, are you ok? I was so worried when you just passed out like that...but don't worry, it wasn't just you, Malfoy passed out to" Hermione rushed over to his side and pressed her hand against his forehead.
"Get out of it Granger, dont touch me woman" he shrugged away from her and rubbed his forehead.
"Sorry" She sighed. Hermione looked hurt. Draco though for a minute and then sighed. Of course, Potter would never speak to Hermione that way.
"I am sorry Hermione, it is just...I am a little all over the place today, with the fight and all..." He replied, and was shocked how easy it was to turn on Potter's charm and sophistication. Draco wondered for a fleeting second why they hell Potter didn't date more often, he can obviously turn on the charm easily.
"Oh, thats ok, just come and sit down" Hermione replied, resting her hands gently on her shoulders and lead him over to the table where she had been sitting.
Gees, girl, what is with all of the touching.
"Umm, where is Weas...I mean Ron, where is Ron?" He asked, Hermione smiled at him.
"You know that Harry, he is at Quidditch practice" She replied, Draco sighed. Of course, Quidditch Practice, that was another thing Harry was so noble about. At the beginning of fifth year, Harry was offered the position of captian of the team, but he turned it down and offered it to Ron, who was now the team keeper. King Potter being selfless.
"Right, practice... I totally forgot" he sighed.
"You have the right to forget." Hermione told him and then packed up some of her books. "Harry, I know that you dont really like to dwell on your fights with Malfoy, but this time, after what he said about your parents...if you want to talk, I am here"
"I know, I know...but he started it right, he started it with talking about my dad being in Azkaban..." Draco began, and then he realised what he said.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing, nothing, I am just really confused about things" He covered. Hermione nodded.
"Well, I am going to the library...Ron will be back in a while, so, are you alright just sticking around here by your self?" Hermione smiled.
"yeah, Ia m cool, I can look after myself" Draco said. Hermione turned and left the room.
"Gees Mudblood, I am not a frikken baby" He sighed and then made his way over to the couch and sat.
He looked at Harry's hands again. He missed his old hands, he missed his old skin, he missed his own flesh, he missed his old body.
Draco couldn't help but laugh. What would his father do if he found out that he was stuck in the body of the enemy? Draco ran his hand along his forehead and over the lightning bolt scar.
"Is...is is your scar hurting?" a small voice asked, Draco looked up and saw Ginny standing there.
"No...mind your own business" Draco told her, expecting her to go away and leave him alone. But she sat down beside him.
"Well, you know you can talk to me about it if you want to Harry" She told him, he nodded and then shut his eyes, leaning back into the couch.
"Can I just be alone now please, is that to much to ask?" Draco growled, Ginny nodded and then stood.
"i am just saying, well, I know Hermione can get kind of pushy when it comes to your thoughts and feelings, Ron pretends to listen but it is obvious that he doesn't...and after what you told me last time, what we went through together, well, you know where I am" Ginny told him, and then turned to leave the common room, up the stairs to the bedrooms.
"What the hell was that all about?" he asked himself.
And then a thought came to him, a very big, very slytherin, very Malfoy type of thought.
"I am have to go mess with her head!" He smiled and stood, moving towards the stairs.
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Ginny flopped onto her bed and sighed. there was something about Harry today, he seemed out of sorts.
It had been over a year since Harry and Ginny had had a proper conversation. The conversation that still played on her mind at every single opportunity.
It was the summer between Harry's fourth and fifth year. The events of the tri wizard tournament were still fresh. Harry had come to stay at the burrow for a few weeks. He surprised every one there by being completely normal. He laughed, he joked, and he had shaken the depression that had occured after cedric's death.
But Ginny could see through the poorly errected walls that Harry had put up. Deep inside he was still dying from the memories. Ron and Hermione were to wrapped up in their own lives to care that Harry was in pain, so Ginny stepped in.
She didn't push him for his feelings, just quietly offered him a shoulder to cry on if he ever needed it. He seemed aprehensive about it all, but she could tell that deep down inside he was thankful.
Two nights later, Harry came to her and they talked. At first they were just talking about quidditch (breaks the ice on everything) and then they spoke of school. Within minutes, Harry was sobbing in her arms, telling her every single detail of the events of the tournament, everything from Ron ignoring him, and then he spoke, for the first time since that night, he discussed the events inside the maze.
They sat together all night and she let him talk himself hoarse. Then, in the morning, she promised to never mention it again. She just hoped that he would come to her again.
There was a knock at the door, and she went to answer it.
Harry stood on the other side, a tear running down his cheek from under his glasses.
"I need to talk to you" he said, and then fell sobbing into her arms.
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OHHHH, i hate Malfoy now, he is going to mess with her. but dont worry, soon he will realise his wrong doings and it will be all smoochies.
It is going to be mainly Draco fic, ok, ok..
read review or I will hunt you down!!!!!
any way, how are you all, this is then chapter, ok.
You have a few things to remember, one of these is, that from this point on, when ever I saw Draco, he is in Potters body, and vise versa. Ok ok ok ok ok ok ok
WARNING FOR NUPIL - Ok, girl, I want you to stick with this chapter...toward the end, in Ginny's little flash back thoughts thingy, it may seem a little Ginny/Harry shippy, but it is not, This is Ginny/Draco Delish...ok ok
I like saying ok...ok
enjoy.
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Draco ran his hands through his hair and sighed at the strange feeling. He hated the way Potter's hair felt, it was nothing like his own hair.
"Password?" The fat lady asked, Draco sighed and then realised that he had forgotten to ask Potter the password.
"Umm...the password, well that would be...ummm..." He stalled, what would a gryffindor prefect set as the password to their common room. He tried to think hard about who the prefects even were. He knew one of them was Granger...what would Granger possibly set as a password?
"Books?" He tried, the fat lady shook her head
"Umm...slytherin sux?" He asked, the fat lady diddn't move.
He sighed and thought about the other prefects and what they could make the password. Then he remembered, Weasley's little sister was a prefect.
"Harry?" He smiled, but the door still didn't open. He could have been sure that Ginny would make the password something to do with Potter.
"Fine...seeker?... Burrow?... Weasley?... Weasley's rock?" the portrait swung open. "You have got to be kidding me? that is the pasword?"
He stepped into the room for the first time in his life and looked around. the gryffindor common room was bright and airy, and it had an atmosphere about it, an atmosphere that was so different to the Slytherin common room.
He automatically hated it!
"Harry, you are back, are you ok? I was so worried when you just passed out like that...but don't worry, it wasn't just you, Malfoy passed out to" Hermione rushed over to his side and pressed her hand against his forehead.
"Get out of it Granger, dont touch me woman" he shrugged away from her and rubbed his forehead.
"Sorry" She sighed. Hermione looked hurt. Draco though for a minute and then sighed. Of course, Potter would never speak to Hermione that way.
"I am sorry Hermione, it is just...I am a little all over the place today, with the fight and all..." He replied, and was shocked how easy it was to turn on Potter's charm and sophistication. Draco wondered for a fleeting second why they hell Potter didn't date more often, he can obviously turn on the charm easily.
"Oh, thats ok, just come and sit down" Hermione replied, resting her hands gently on her shoulders and lead him over to the table where she had been sitting.
Gees, girl, what is with all of the touching.
"Umm, where is Weas...I mean Ron, where is Ron?" He asked, Hermione smiled at him.
"You know that Harry, he is at Quidditch practice" She replied, Draco sighed. Of course, Quidditch Practice, that was another thing Harry was so noble about. At the beginning of fifth year, Harry was offered the position of captian of the team, but he turned it down and offered it to Ron, who was now the team keeper. King Potter being selfless.
"Right, practice... I totally forgot" he sighed.
"You have the right to forget." Hermione told him and then packed up some of her books. "Harry, I know that you dont really like to dwell on your fights with Malfoy, but this time, after what he said about your parents...if you want to talk, I am here"
"I know, I know...but he started it right, he started it with talking about my dad being in Azkaban..." Draco began, and then he realised what he said.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing, nothing, I am just really confused about things" He covered. Hermione nodded.
"Well, I am going to the library...Ron will be back in a while, so, are you alright just sticking around here by your self?" Hermione smiled.
"yeah, Ia m cool, I can look after myself" Draco said. Hermione turned and left the room.
"Gees Mudblood, I am not a frikken baby" He sighed and then made his way over to the couch and sat.
He looked at Harry's hands again. He missed his old hands, he missed his old skin, he missed his own flesh, he missed his old body.
Draco couldn't help but laugh. What would his father do if he found out that he was stuck in the body of the enemy? Draco ran his hand along his forehead and over the lightning bolt scar.
"Is...is is your scar hurting?" a small voice asked, Draco looked up and saw Ginny standing there.
"No...mind your own business" Draco told her, expecting her to go away and leave him alone. But she sat down beside him.
"Well, you know you can talk to me about it if you want to Harry" She told him, he nodded and then shut his eyes, leaning back into the couch.
"Can I just be alone now please, is that to much to ask?" Draco growled, Ginny nodded and then stood.
"i am just saying, well, I know Hermione can get kind of pushy when it comes to your thoughts and feelings, Ron pretends to listen but it is obvious that he doesn't...and after what you told me last time, what we went through together, well, you know where I am" Ginny told him, and then turned to leave the common room, up the stairs to the bedrooms.
"What the hell was that all about?" he asked himself.
And then a thought came to him, a very big, very slytherin, very Malfoy type of thought.
"I am have to go mess with her head!" He smiled and stood, moving towards the stairs.
*****
Ginny flopped onto her bed and sighed. there was something about Harry today, he seemed out of sorts.
It had been over a year since Harry and Ginny had had a proper conversation. The conversation that still played on her mind at every single opportunity.
It was the summer between Harry's fourth and fifth year. The events of the tri wizard tournament were still fresh. Harry had come to stay at the burrow for a few weeks. He surprised every one there by being completely normal. He laughed, he joked, and he had shaken the depression that had occured after cedric's death.
But Ginny could see through the poorly errected walls that Harry had put up. Deep inside he was still dying from the memories. Ron and Hermione were to wrapped up in their own lives to care that Harry was in pain, so Ginny stepped in.
She didn't push him for his feelings, just quietly offered him a shoulder to cry on if he ever needed it. He seemed aprehensive about it all, but she could tell that deep down inside he was thankful.
Two nights later, Harry came to her and they talked. At first they were just talking about quidditch (breaks the ice on everything) and then they spoke of school. Within minutes, Harry was sobbing in her arms, telling her every single detail of the events of the tournament, everything from Ron ignoring him, and then he spoke, for the first time since that night, he discussed the events inside the maze.
They sat together all night and she let him talk himself hoarse. Then, in the morning, she promised to never mention it again. She just hoped that he would come to her again.
There was a knock at the door, and she went to answer it.
Harry stood on the other side, a tear running down his cheek from under his glasses.
"I need to talk to you" he said, and then fell sobbing into her arms.
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OHHHH, i hate Malfoy now, he is going to mess with her. but dont worry, soon he will realise his wrong doings and it will be all smoochies.
It is going to be mainly Draco fic, ok, ok..
read review or I will hunt you down!!!!!