Switching Places
Chapter Seven~ I'm Not Harry
Malfoy's POV
After dinner, Anna and I headed up to bed, right behind Hermione and Ron, who were talking up a storm, thinking we were listening.
When we turned a corner, I came face to face with myself; with Hermione and Ron talking, they hadn't noticed.
"Anna." Harry replied.
"Harry." She said back.
".Malfoy." He said to me, Anna glared at him.
I gave him a nod and looked off.
We stood there in silence for a while.
"It's getting late. Night, Harry." She told him and gave him a quick hug.
"Goodnight, Anna."
She turned and started to walk the other way. I started to fallow her. "Malfoy?" Harry replied right after I turned, "Don't hurt her okay? Be.good with her. She's.special to me." he looked down.
"I.I know you think I would, but I wouldn't do anything to hurt her." I told him.
"I see. I believe you." he looked back up. "I guess we better go."
"Yeah." I really hadn't had much to say to him.
"See you, I guess." He said.
"See you."
We went our separate ways and I went to catch up with Anna. As we made our way up the spiral staircase, she sealed her hand into mine, lacing our fingers together.
After we'd gotten into the common room Anna ran up into the girls dormitories to change into her nightclothes, as did I; the boys dorms were empty.silent.
Anna's POV
I came out of the dormitory and saw Malfoy sitting on the couch fiddling with his wand. (AN: Lmao, those of us that have slightly dirty minds, out there; that sounds pretty...wrong, huh? .) His face had a very.agitated look. I started going down the stairs as I asked, "Whatcha doing?"
He looked up, "Oh um.theres a.spot on my wand."
I laughed. "A spot. What kinna spot?"
"Yeah and it's bothering the hell out of me. I don't know what kind." He looked back down and started scratching at it rapidly.
"Aww why didn't you ask me to help? I could've used one of those spot remover charms."
"Because I already asked Granger to do it and she couldn't get it off."
"Hermione." I corrected him.
"Sorry. Hermione."
"Better. Now, let me see it."
"Draco you've been trying forever. Hermione couldn't even get it. Just let me tr-"
"I SAID I'VE GOT IT!" He yelled, few people walking in starred at him.
I gaped and stepped back once. He looked around at the people. "GO TO BED ALREADY!"
"Dr.Harry." I stuttered, trying to get out the right name.
"WHAT?" I turned sharply to me.
My eyes were wide. I looked at everyone behind him and whispered to him, "At least try to act like Harry-"
"I'M NOT HARRY!" he continued yelling. I stood still, completely shocked at what he had just shared with everyone in the room.
The crowed gasped, which made Malfoy turn to them. "THAT'S RIGHT! YOU HEARD ME! I'M NOT POTTER!"
They stared at him blankly, confused.
"YEAH. AND HE'S OVER THERE STUCK IN MY BODY. DID THAT MAKE SENCE TO ANY OF YOU!?"
No one responded, just stared. He continued, snapping, "SO GO TO BED ALREADY!" A few of them jumped, but they all quickly went up the stairs, some whispering to one another. Since he had his back facing me, I leaped for the stairs. He turned and grabbed my arm. "Accept.you." Hunger started growing in his eyes.
I stared up at him. All that was going through my head was, 'What in the hell happened to him?' This was just the way he was acting in the carriage on the way here. There was no telling what he was going to do this time.
"Now.I think we need to go take a visit with my fellow Slytherins." I thought back about the older guys in the higher years, and what they did to me in the past.
"Follow me." He turned and walked towards the entrance, but I stayed put. He looked at me and started coming back. "Did you, or did you not, hear what I just told you?" He gave me his pissed look and pointed his wand at me.
"Mobiliscorpus." I knew this. If I wasn't going to move myself, I knew he would. It was the Mobilicorpus Spell. The word you use to cast it, isn't exactly the same as what it's called, but in his mind, and with his wand out at me, he had forced me to move, follow him.
He went through the painting entrance, and waited for me, in which, I had to come anyway. After much walking, we, well he, made it to the Slytherin Entrance, and for some reason, I knew it. I had never seen it before.
In the painting, was a man. He looked slightly down, "Well good evening little Gryffindors. Why are you here?" He asked sharply, obviously seeing out Gryffindor patches on our robes. I gave him thanks, mentally, even though he couldn't hear it.
Draco spoke up, "I've been turned into this disgusting thing, while Potter is in my body, in by bed, with my clothes, and I'd like to have a few words with my fellow Slytherins."
The man glared, "And just what might the password be?"
They both looked at me, and Draco threw his hands over, covering my ears, and whispered the password to the man. Taking his hands down, he gave me one last glare, and the painting opened.
"Good luck, Sir." The painting told him.
"Thanks." With that, I started following him, at his right, into a dark, glowing room.
"Potter! Morrison!" I turned my head sharply over and saw about four or five guys lounged all around on a few sofas and chairs.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Draco stopped and put a hand up. "I'm not Potter. I'm Malfoy. We got switched a few days ago. I swear. Haven't you noticed me, well, my body, acting strange at all?"
The guys stared at the both of us, then a tall brunette one spoke, "Well you lost the Quidditch game, of course you've been acting weird. So that was Potter?"
"It still is Potter, Ryan. And this," He pointed out himself, "is disgusting. I've had to shower in this."
"OK no more. That's wrong. Very wrong." He walked over, and stopped in front of me, "But what might this little princess be doing here? With you?" He gave me a grin, and the others started to crowd around me. I wanted so much to shudder and run my ass out of there, but I couldn't.
"That's why I'm here. I think we might just need to borrow one of the rooms." I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He glared hungrily at me again.
"Oh.she hasn't been acting straight again? That's very bad, Miss Morrison. Very naughty." Another tall guy, only with blonde hair, stood just at my right, looking down upon me, with the same grin on his face, that the others did.
"Well technically, she hasn't been naughty, but there was this dirt spot on this ugly little thing." He held up Harry's wand, "She offered to help, but she just doesn't take no for an answer now does she?"
I heard some evil laughs come out of the two guys that were behind me. They were all staring me down, so I looked at the floor.
"Take your robe off." Draco ordered, quickly taking of the Mobilicorpus Spell.
I did as I was told, and he took it, with my wand inside, and threw it onto one of the couches. I wish I hadn't worn the shirt that I was wearing, on this day. It was slightly tighter then few of others, so it showed some of my little curves and, obviously a lot larger things that the guys didn't have, because they started to stare down at me more.
The one known as Ryan spoke up, "You have a nice one here, Malfoy." bringing his hand up to my face.
Draco laughed, "Yes I know, but she's mine."
Ryan touched my cheekbone, and caressed down to by chin, dropping his hand down at his side. "Yes well.you two can use my room. It's a pity that those stupid Gryffindors don't have a lot more rooms for people.
Draco grinned at him and turned; facing the stairs, "Follow me." I did so. There was no hope of me running. Even without magic, all of those guys would've stopped me.
Chapter Seven~ I'm Not Harry
Malfoy's POV
After dinner, Anna and I headed up to bed, right behind Hermione and Ron, who were talking up a storm, thinking we were listening.
When we turned a corner, I came face to face with myself; with Hermione and Ron talking, they hadn't noticed.
"Anna." Harry replied.
"Harry." She said back.
".Malfoy." He said to me, Anna glared at him.
I gave him a nod and looked off.
We stood there in silence for a while.
"It's getting late. Night, Harry." She told him and gave him a quick hug.
"Goodnight, Anna."
She turned and started to walk the other way. I started to fallow her. "Malfoy?" Harry replied right after I turned, "Don't hurt her okay? Be.good with her. She's.special to me." he looked down.
"I.I know you think I would, but I wouldn't do anything to hurt her." I told him.
"I see. I believe you." he looked back up. "I guess we better go."
"Yeah." I really hadn't had much to say to him.
"See you, I guess." He said.
"See you."
We went our separate ways and I went to catch up with Anna. As we made our way up the spiral staircase, she sealed her hand into mine, lacing our fingers together.
After we'd gotten into the common room Anna ran up into the girls dormitories to change into her nightclothes, as did I; the boys dorms were empty.silent.
Anna's POV
I came out of the dormitory and saw Malfoy sitting on the couch fiddling with his wand. (AN: Lmao, those of us that have slightly dirty minds, out there; that sounds pretty...wrong, huh? .) His face had a very.agitated look. I started going down the stairs as I asked, "Whatcha doing?"
He looked up, "Oh um.theres a.spot on my wand."
I laughed. "A spot. What kinna spot?"
"Yeah and it's bothering the hell out of me. I don't know what kind." He looked back down and started scratching at it rapidly.
"Aww why didn't you ask me to help? I could've used one of those spot remover charms."
"Because I already asked Granger to do it and she couldn't get it off."
"Hermione." I corrected him.
"Sorry. Hermione."
"Better. Now, let me see it."
"Draco you've been trying forever. Hermione couldn't even get it. Just let me tr-"
"I SAID I'VE GOT IT!" He yelled, few people walking in starred at him.
I gaped and stepped back once. He looked around at the people. "GO TO BED ALREADY!"
"Dr.Harry." I stuttered, trying to get out the right name.
"WHAT?" I turned sharply to me.
My eyes were wide. I looked at everyone behind him and whispered to him, "At least try to act like Harry-"
"I'M NOT HARRY!" he continued yelling. I stood still, completely shocked at what he had just shared with everyone in the room.
The crowed gasped, which made Malfoy turn to them. "THAT'S RIGHT! YOU HEARD ME! I'M NOT POTTER!"
They stared at him blankly, confused.
"YEAH. AND HE'S OVER THERE STUCK IN MY BODY. DID THAT MAKE SENCE TO ANY OF YOU!?"
No one responded, just stared. He continued, snapping, "SO GO TO BED ALREADY!" A few of them jumped, but they all quickly went up the stairs, some whispering to one another. Since he had his back facing me, I leaped for the stairs. He turned and grabbed my arm. "Accept.you." Hunger started growing in his eyes.
I stared up at him. All that was going through my head was, 'What in the hell happened to him?' This was just the way he was acting in the carriage on the way here. There was no telling what he was going to do this time.
"Now.I think we need to go take a visit with my fellow Slytherins." I thought back about the older guys in the higher years, and what they did to me in the past.
"Follow me." He turned and walked towards the entrance, but I stayed put. He looked at me and started coming back. "Did you, or did you not, hear what I just told you?" He gave me his pissed look and pointed his wand at me.
"Mobiliscorpus." I knew this. If I wasn't going to move myself, I knew he would. It was the Mobilicorpus Spell. The word you use to cast it, isn't exactly the same as what it's called, but in his mind, and with his wand out at me, he had forced me to move, follow him.
He went through the painting entrance, and waited for me, in which, I had to come anyway. After much walking, we, well he, made it to the Slytherin Entrance, and for some reason, I knew it. I had never seen it before.
In the painting, was a man. He looked slightly down, "Well good evening little Gryffindors. Why are you here?" He asked sharply, obviously seeing out Gryffindor patches on our robes. I gave him thanks, mentally, even though he couldn't hear it.
Draco spoke up, "I've been turned into this disgusting thing, while Potter is in my body, in by bed, with my clothes, and I'd like to have a few words with my fellow Slytherins."
The man glared, "And just what might the password be?"
They both looked at me, and Draco threw his hands over, covering my ears, and whispered the password to the man. Taking his hands down, he gave me one last glare, and the painting opened.
"Good luck, Sir." The painting told him.
"Thanks." With that, I started following him, at his right, into a dark, glowing room.
"Potter! Morrison!" I turned my head sharply over and saw about four or five guys lounged all around on a few sofas and chairs.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Draco stopped and put a hand up. "I'm not Potter. I'm Malfoy. We got switched a few days ago. I swear. Haven't you noticed me, well, my body, acting strange at all?"
The guys stared at the both of us, then a tall brunette one spoke, "Well you lost the Quidditch game, of course you've been acting weird. So that was Potter?"
"It still is Potter, Ryan. And this," He pointed out himself, "is disgusting. I've had to shower in this."
"OK no more. That's wrong. Very wrong." He walked over, and stopped in front of me, "But what might this little princess be doing here? With you?" He gave me a grin, and the others started to crowd around me. I wanted so much to shudder and run my ass out of there, but I couldn't.
"That's why I'm here. I think we might just need to borrow one of the rooms." I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He glared hungrily at me again.
"Oh.she hasn't been acting straight again? That's very bad, Miss Morrison. Very naughty." Another tall guy, only with blonde hair, stood just at my right, looking down upon me, with the same grin on his face, that the others did.
"Well technically, she hasn't been naughty, but there was this dirt spot on this ugly little thing." He held up Harry's wand, "She offered to help, but she just doesn't take no for an answer now does she?"
I heard some evil laughs come out of the two guys that were behind me. They were all staring me down, so I looked at the floor.
"Take your robe off." Draco ordered, quickly taking of the Mobilicorpus Spell.
I did as I was told, and he took it, with my wand inside, and threw it onto one of the couches. I wish I hadn't worn the shirt that I was wearing, on this day. It was slightly tighter then few of others, so it showed some of my little curves and, obviously a lot larger things that the guys didn't have, because they started to stare down at me more.
The one known as Ryan spoke up, "You have a nice one here, Malfoy." bringing his hand up to my face.
Draco laughed, "Yes I know, but she's mine."
Ryan touched my cheekbone, and caressed down to by chin, dropping his hand down at his side. "Yes well.you two can use my room. It's a pity that those stupid Gryffindors don't have a lot more rooms for people.
Draco grinned at him and turned; facing the stairs, "Follow me." I did so. There was no hope of me running. Even without magic, all of those guys would've stopped me.