Hi again :) Thanks for your very nice reviews! They really did convince me to sit down and write! I hope ya like the next chapter. It's longer and some more characters are introduced.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character's in this fic, they were created by J.K. Rowling and not me ;)

Also, I submitted this fic to fictionalley.org, so hopefully it'll be up there, only it's going to be under the name catkeyla, cause that's the name I use for just about everything besides ff.net

Chapter 2 It Begins

Draco walked down the streets with a smirk on his face. A plan was beginning to form in his mind. If those people in the bar believed that he was Harry Potter without him trying, then with a little work he'd be able to fool even Potter's closest friends.

'But is that enough?' thought Draco with a scowl. He could just kidnap Potter quickly and switch places, but that would be too easy. Potter would be just angry with him, but it wouldn't cause him as much pain as he deserved. Draco knew he'd have to strike harder than that.

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"Close your eyes."

"Harry!"

"Just for a second."

"All right," replied an anxious Hermione Granger.

"Ok, just take my hand."

Hermione grasped the strong hand of her boyfriend as he led her into the living room of The Burrow, where they were spending the last few days before they began their seventh year at Hogwarts.

"We're going to sit down now, ok?"

"Ok."

Harry gently directed Hermione to the couch. The fireplace had recently lit and now illuminated the room with a dark, yet romantic light. Harry pulled a small box out of his pocket. He opened it and then turned it towards Hermione. "You can open your eyes now."

Harry watched as Hermione gasped and how her deep brown eyes shown. "Oh Harry, this is so wonderful! It can't be for me."

"It is. Happy Anniversary Hermione."

Hermione gave Harry a hug and then moved to his lips for a long passionate kiss. Harry stroked her long brown hair, which just touched her shoulders. Over the years, Hermione had learned to tame her curls, which now framed her face in loose waves. She let go of their embrace, and then picked up the contents of the box.

It was a gold ring. One more beautiful than anything that Hermione had ever imagined. It contained a large emerald, which was centered by smaller diamonds and emeralds along side of it. As Hermione slipped the ring on her finger, the smile on her face made Harry's heart melt. "Thank you," said Hermione with all the gratefulness she could muster, "I can't believe it's been a year."

"I know," grinned Harry, "Neither can I."

Hermione smiled, and then got up. "I have something for you too. It's upstairs. I'll be right back."

"Ok, Mione."

And with that Hermione Granger dashed up the stairs leading to the upstairs bedrooms. Little did she or Harry know that also at that moment someone else was also running away from that room. Someone who had been watching and knew everything.

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Ginny Weasley was in tears, but she kept on running. She wanted to sulk alone in her room, but she knew that Hermione was up there getting her present for Harry.

Ginny ran through the kitchen, and burst out the door into the backyard of the Burrow. She didn't stop until she reached a lone tree in the far corner of the property. Ginny wrapped her arms around the tree, and tears continued to slide down her pale cheeks. 'It's never fair,' she thought, 'why can't I ever win? Why does Hermione get to be so lucky?'

Ginny had a crush on Harry Potter ever since she had heard Ron mention him in his many stories about his adventurous first year at Hogwarts. She had loved him for so long, even longer than Hermione, who had just considered Harry a good friend until she had "all of a sudden" fell head over heels for him in her fifth year. But just as the scene Ginny had just observed proved, their relationship was actually going very well and showed no sign of ending.

'I wish this tree could be Harry,' thought Ginny, 'Why can't I ever have the chance to hold him like this?'

Ginny didn't know what to do. Ever since Harry had saved her from Tom Riddle, she had been devoted to him. Even though she had been incredibly shy as a child, whenever a Slytherin spoke badly of Harry, she always defended him. But did Harry ever know? No. He had never taken much interest in Ginny, a fact that had caused her to cry herself to sleep more times than she could count.

Ginny slid down to the base of the tree. She was tried of crying. She was tired of her heart and her feelings. Again she pondered the question that had come into her mind numerous times over the years. Why wouldn't she let herself give up on Harry?

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It was 10 o'clock at night on August Twenty-first. Draco sat lazily on a seat in a practically empty bus headed towards the center of London. He had taken a Muggle train from Hogsmeade and now was on the last leg of his journey. He wished that the driver would go faster. Draco was not a fan of Muggle transportation, and the thought of what his father would think of him if he were alive caused him to become more cross.

Soon enough, the bus reached Draco's destination, and he got off, feeling much more relieved.

The plan was completed. All he needed now was to gather his supplies and wait. It wouldn't be hard to fool the Weasel and the Mudblood, but it was Dumbledore that would be the hardest to deceive.

Draco wouldn't be able to use any magic to complete his transformation to Harry Potter. If he did, Dumbledore would certainly be able to sense it, and it would be off to Azkaban for him. That's why Draco was heading somewhere that no Malfoy in their history had ever entered before. Something that was even more unforgivable than the bus. A Muggle convenience store.

Draco paused at the entrance to the Walgreens, but then continued on. He was violating Malfoy code, but his purpose of making Potter suffer was good enough reason to.

Draco walked down the aisles, and picked up his supplies. Hair dye, color contact lenses, and also a tub of hair gel. The last wasn't really necessary, but Draco thought you could never be too prepared in the case of a bad hair day.

The only thing that Draco needed now was a scar.

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August twenty-third, 11 o'clock p.m.

A figure dressed in all black exited a carriage, and walked across the stone streets of Hogsmeade. He made his way up to The Three Broomsticks and opened the door. It was loud and boisterous in the pub, and he was able to slip in unnoticed. The figure followed a woman, one with long blond hair. He watched as her muscles and torso shook as she moved from table to table, wiping them off with a wet rag.

She kept on cleaning until she felt a shadow creep up behind her. She froze as she heard a familiar voice say, "I don't believe we ever finished our business properly."

"Leave me alone, you prat," spat the disgusted woman as she turned around to face him.

"What? Trying to play rough? Tell me, what's your name Sweetheart?"

The witch looked at his dark brown, almost black hair barely visible underneath his hat, which cast a shadow on his creamy pale face. "Rita," she responded.

"Tell me, are you still interested in that offer you made?"

"I'm not so sure anymore. I'm just a whore you know," she hissed under her breath.

A bag of galleons suddenly appeared in his hand. "This make a difference?"

Rita looked at the bag, and thought for a second. She really could use the money.

"Deal," she said.

Then he kissed her. Not just on her mouth, but he also covered her neck and forehead with touches of his rough lips. It was passionless, yet still with a fury that caused Rita to give a soft moan.

She led him back through the employee only halls of the pub, and into a deserted room. His hat fell off his head as he swiftly pushed her against the wall. "Say my name," he mumbled.

"Harry Potter," replied an out of breath Rita. She lifted her hand to his face and gently slid his dark hair off his forehead. She traced the outline of his famous scar. "Harry…"

Draco grinned. He could tell this was going to be a very satisfying night.

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