Enemy's Mistake Chapter Two: The Potion

Hermione paced around her dorm room, wondering whether or not to actually go through with it. Hermione you're nuts, you can't go around switching places with someone, and messing with their lives! A small voice in the back of her subconscious spoke up. But you've done it plenty of times before. She brought her nails to her lips, and began biting. She inhaled deep, resolving to go through with it. After all, if anyone could make Harry like her, Pansy could.

Hermione quietly tip toed out of her room, and down to the common room. She spotted Ron and Harry quietly conversing by the fire. She approached them cautiously.

"Hello Ron, Harry," Hermione greeted not so cheerfully. They looked up at her. Harry's green eyes looked up into hers, filled with sorrow. She brushed it away.

"Hey Hermione!" They both chorused.

"Harry, I need to borrow your invisibility cloak tonight..." she stated matter-of-factly.

"What for?" he asked, glasses slipping down his nose.

"I need to, Erm- well, you see, prefect stuff," she finished.

"Well I'm one too... does this not involve me?" Harry asked, looking slightly bashed.

"Erm no, McGonogall just asked me to look something on anamangi up for her," she lied, eyes darting from side to side, giving her away. None the less, Harry agreed. Minutes later, Hermione was slipping through the hallways down to the library.

"If Parkinson stands me up, I'll have her head!" she hissed, unlocking the door, carefully pushing it open.

***

"If Granger stands me up, I'll have her head!" Pansy hissed. Suddenly the door creaked open. She spotted the mass of bushy hair and sighed in relief. Filch had passed the library numerous times, sticking his head inside. Luckily, she had the Invisibility cloak that her father had given to her the previous year.

"About time!" Pansy growled, sitting up from her chair. Hermione walked over to her.

"Okay, if we're actually going to do this I have some rules for you." Hermoine instructed, pointing an accusing finger at Pansy.

"Go on." Pansy commanded impatiently.

"One, no kissing Harry or Ron. Two, you must study! Three, you have to act good, like me... no drastic changes. Four, don't wear clothes too provocative." She said, counting the rules off on her fingers as she went.

"Read you loud and clear. Now I've got rules for you." Pansy snickered; Hermione began tapping her foot on the floor impatiently.

"One, no studying. Two, kiss whomever you want. Three, you must wear my clothes. Four, you must act like me. As you said, no drastic changes. Five, you'll have to make fun of me, playing you, Harry, and Ron. Otherwise people will suspect things," Pansy instructed, glaring at Hermione when she made yelps of protest. Pansy knew the last thing Hermione would ever do was make fun of Harry or Ron, but if they were going to do this, they would have to do it right.

"Granger, do you want Potter to like you or not. If so, I suggest we go through with this. I will abide by your rules if you do the same for mine," she drawled.

"Fine." Hermoine agreed. Pansy's eyes perked up. She withdrew two large viles of a thick; mud colored substance from the inside of her robes. She hurriedly placed one in Hermione's hand.

"It's already got my hairs in it. Only drink a little, it's supposed to last us all week." she stated. Hermione nodded, picking a select few from her own head handing them to Pansy.

"Drink up!" Pansy muttered, raising her glass to Hermione, gulping a small bit down. She felt heat spreading throughout her body; small knives began twisting in her bones. She felt them crushing down, shrinking to Hermione's height. Her hair tugged at her scalp, becoming coarse and frizzy. She watched her perfectly manicured nails fall out, and grew to be short and bitten. Her feet shrunk down to a smaller size and her eyes glazed over from blue to brown.

Pansy collapsed onto the floor, gasping in pain. She looked up; pushing her brown hair out of her eyes to see herself sprawled on a chair gasping for breath.

"You alright?" Hermione asked full of wonder, contorting Pansy into something completely new. Pansy gaped at herself being nice. It wasn't that bad.

"Yes," she said, standing up straightening her extra long skirt. Pansy held it up in disgust.

"How can you stand clothes like these?" She spat twisting Hermione's face into something dreadful.

"Okay, never do that again. It's way too strange. The password to Gryffindor is Tebo. Take Harry's invisibility cloak back to him. I borrowed it to come here. All you have to do is go up the stairs directly to your left, at the top take a left and up the hallway is a portrait of a fat lady. Say the password to her, and she'll let you inside," Hermione instructed, ignoring Pansy's comment on her clothes. Pansy nodded, taking Harry's cloak in hand.

"Just go down by the dungeons, like your going to Potions. Just before his dungeon, there's a trap door just on the side of the statue of Slytherin. Go up the stairs and there you are," Pansy smiled. Something warm fluttered inside her chest. She was excited.

"Parkinson, I know, I'm a prefect." Hermione snapped, placing her hands on her hips, looking remarkably like the normal Pansy. The real Pansy snickered.

"Funny yelling at yourself isn't it Granger?" Pansy snorted, shoving her invisibility cloak in Hermione's arms.

"It's mine. Put it under my trunk. Oh, and don't put on makeup unless you know how. If anyone asks, tell them it's the fall fashion. And yes, I'll keep up you goody-goody reputation!" she said pinching Hermione's, rather her own cheek, and striding out of the library, wrapping Harry's cloak tightly about her.

She slightly shivered as she walked up the staircase, trying to recall where Hermione told her to go. She stopped at the top of the staircase. 'Which way?' Pansy asked herself. She sighed and turned right. She walked until a dead end. Pansy huffed to herself and took the cloak off. She sat in the corner, wrapping her arms around her knees, bringing them up to her chin.

"This is not my day today," she whimpered a tear of frustration skimming down her cheek. She felt someone tap her on the top of her head. Pansy jerked Hermione's face up suddenly, but when she saw it was Ron, she put up her defense.

"Just leave me alone Weasley!" Pansy commanded, burying her head in her knees again. She didn't want him to see her cry, but then it hit her. She was no longer Pansy Parkinson... she was Hermione Granger.

"Heaven knows we need never shed our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts," he replied, hurt swimming in his voice. That was Charles Dickens! She inwardly exclaimed, delighted that she wasn't the only pure blood wizard who read Muggle literature. He gave her his lopsided grin.

"You gave it to me last Christmas! How can you expect me to not quote it to you? I just don't understand why you would lie to Harry and I, saying you had to dash to the library really quick," he sighed. Pansy felt horrible. Just look at him, with his more-red-than-orange hair, and warm blue eyes. She thought, unconsciously changing Hermione's face into something Hermione had only reserved for Harry. Pansy jumped up and wrapped her arms around Ron. (Somewhere around his chest being he was so tall, and she was now short). He awkwardly wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on hers.

"What's wrong Hermione?" He asked, lifting his head. She felt him touch her chin with his finger and raise it up so he could get a good look at her. Her watery cinnamon eyes looked up into his blue and she shuddered. He searched her eyes painfully hard. She couldn't bare to see him so concerned.

"I'm just glad to have a friend like you," she replied hugging him once more. Something seemed to light inside her. She just wanted to stay in his arms forever, she wanted to be protected by his warm embrace. She looked up at him again, gazing at his smiling face.

"Come on, let's get you back to the common room before Harry has an ulcer." He teased; wrapping the invisibility cloak over them both, making sure it covered them completely.

***

Hermione watched as Pansy swept out of the library in her body. She remained standing there for a moment, but thought it best to go to the Slytherin Common Room. She wrapped Pansy's cold invisibility cloak around her, and walked out of the library barely remembering to lock the door quietly. She then hurried off to the dungeons.

The cold air whipped around Hermoine as she ran down the steps to the Potions room. She spotted the tall statue of Slazar and began searching frantically for the trap door. A voice behind Hermione made her stumble on her cloak, ripping it off.

"Pansy Parkinson, letting herself get caught?" The voice laughed. Hermione tried to figure out who it was. Well, it certainly didn't sound like Snape, and it surely wasn't Malfoy, so who could it be?

"Just a little slip up," she replied turning to face the speaker. Her jaw dropped when she saw him. It was Blaise Zabini. He stood at a tall six foot one. His gray eyes swam with malice as his curly chocolate hair swung about them, hiding them at times.

"Come on Pansy darling, it's only me. Don't need to look on as if I were Draco," he cooed, pulling a curl behind his ear. She smiled closing her mouth and turned around.

"Be a darling won't you Blaise and find the trap door for me," she said, trying to hold back laughs at Pansy sounding nice. Blaise practically jumped up at hearing Pansy talk to him like that.

"You know, I think it would be a better idea if we took a little visit to, say, the Hospital Wing? What's wrong with you anyway, not knowing where it is..." he grumbled picking at a latch on the floor. Hermione grabbed his hand and walked up the stairs. A confused Blaise stared up at her, but followed her all the same.

She pushed the trap door up only to see Malfoy sitting in an armchair, his arms supporting his face, which was currently one of scorn.

"Pansy, where have you been? I've been meaning to talk to you for the past, two hours!" He drawled. Hermione made Pansy's lips curl into an evil grin. This is going to be fun. She thought.

"So talk." Pansy said sitting in an armchair, still holding Blaise by the arm of his robe. Draco looked at the two for a moment, but began talking.

"Pansy, we're going back out again. No one else in Slytherin is worth my time, and I can't stand those bloody Ravenclaws or Huffelpuffs," He said getting up, expecting Pansy to jump at the occasion. That's what the real Pansy would have done at least.

"I think not," Hermione said, raising her eyebrows, challenging him to order her around once more. He swirled around in mid step, and stormed over to her. She looked up at him, seeing he was only a head taller. It's nice to be tall. She thought.

"Excuse me?" He hissed, his cold gray eyes narrowing into daggers.

"You heard me. After six years of dread I think I'll pass up a second shot. Besides, Blaise is more appealing at the moment," she countered, a grin spreading across her face as she ran upstairs leaving two baffled boys behind.