FINALLY! My muse came to me two days ago, late Sunday night. I have been writing practically non-stop since then. Yes, I know its been almost a year since I updated but I couldnt force out a final chapter. This is BY FAR the longest chapter and I think its the best. This, I think, is the final chapter to this fic and I think it is the perfect ending. There is a minute possibility I start a second fic where this one leaves off....but not any time soon. Now for the long list of Thank You's:

Thank you...iloveDracoMalfoyannonomou, SweetThang123, Demented Bunny, 4ever, Dracomio, dani, Skull Machine, anonymous(bitch to you too), krazychik501, Drucilla4, AnonymousReviewer, Krish-C-Black, Bob, KillerQueen, sadie, HomeGirl85345, alex, michelle, Quietus, HarryPotterExpert, Jenn, lina granger1(watch me 'fix' it), Neni Potter, Amy-Jennifer, Themis, and Kringle. (There are specific notes to certain reviewers at the bottom)


Well, Enjoy

The Insanity of *J*


I stared at the young redhead standing at the end of my infirmary bed, trying to sort out in my head the shocking things she just told me. Normally I would have freaked out, given her a lengthy interrogation/speech and asked her to 'give me time to process this information', but I had more important things to focus on. Namely, my blond hair and crystal clear vision. 'What is he babbling about?' you ask, 'he has always been an eagle-sighted, golden-haired vixen' you say. The thing that makes the hair and eyes a point of conversation is that they now belong to one Harold James Potter.

I think it is appropriate to start from where you left off, the nearly deadly squabble in the hall. According to the story that is slowly piecing itself together, Draco and I, after casting our unforgivables, were found by some Ravenclaw first year, unconscious and barely breathing. We were then moved to the infirmary, where we remained in a coma-like state. Seeing that no one saw or heard what lead to our comas, Madame Pomfrey spent hours trying to revive us. She tried every spell, anti-curse, and potion she could remember and, although I thank her for her effort, I awoke with the worst morning breath of my life. Even with all of her work, we only woke, simultaneously, twelve days later. At this point I will continue the story from personal experience.

When I pried my eyes open, and adjusted to the bright room, it took me a moment to realize that I now possessed perfect vision. I only really noticed when I ran my fingers through my, smooth and calm, hair. Draco must have just noticed his blurred vision and unruly hair at the same time because we both turned toward each other and proceeded to yell at the top of our lungs. This alerted Dumbledore to our consciousness. The door opened and in his clam, slightly raised, voice caught our attention.

"Be quiet you two, if you keep yelling you won't have your voices to ask the countless questions you are going to have."

This logic was a nice change from the insanity of looking at your body from out side it. He continued,

"Poor Poppy, she spent so much time trying to get you to wake up. Then again, it took me a while to figure out what happened."

Dumbledore's short intro gave me a moment to collect myself and think of a question,

"Professor would you please explain what is going on here?"

"Indeed, but first I need to ask you a question to which you have to be totally truthful in answering" he paused, "Did you both cast the Avada Kedavra?"

Knowing the consequences of casting any of the Unforgivable curses, we did not respond.

"You are not going to Azkaban, just tell me the truth" said Dumbledore, in a commanding but comforting tone. We nodded slowly.

"Now what that information I can explain what happened. When two people of close to equal power cast an Avada Kedavra with equal hatred, their souls are ripped from their bodies and fly to the nearest body. Normally they fly into one body, canceling themselves out. Thankfully Ron was far enough away from the newly freed spirits that they did not try to enter him. So, long story short, they ending up switching bodies."

We sat stunned for a moment then Draco, in my body, spoke.

"So, how long will this last?"

A contemplative look came over the headmaster's face,

"Well, I'm not sure exactly. Logic would imply that when, or if, you get you regain your health you could re-cast the spell and reverse its effects"

"Wait...you said 'or if', what do you mean if?!" Draco exploded, "Are you saying we could be stuck like this forever?"

"Well, one little oddity, second to the body switching, is that until you are back to full health and you re-cast the spell, you cannot be more than two feet away form each other."

"Or what?" snapped Draco disgustedly

"Or, if my memory suits me, you will both be filled with excruciating pain and, if you are separated far enough and long enough your souls will be ripped from your body and you will become a ghost. That's why your beds so close together. So, despite how much you dislike each other, the closer you can be the better off you'll be...physically at least." A barely noticeable grin came over Dumbledore with his last sentence. Dumbledore stood and started toward the door. Right before he closed it he turned,

"Oh, I almost forgot. You are both going to be experiencing what seem to be flashbacks; these are the memories of your opposite. Pay attention, they are going to be important to learn"

"And why would I want to remember Potter's memories?" said Draco in a raspy drawl.

"Because, Mr. Malfoy, you are going to play Mr. Potter and to play it well, you are going to understand his mindset, and be able to respond to questions/comments relating to them. The same goes to for you Harry"

"Well, you have some talking to do, seeing as you will be playing each other for however long it takes to get you to full health." This idea hadn't occurred to me. I had to play the part of the evil weasel that was D. Malfoy. At that moment an image of a young, only 3 or 4 year old, boy with silver white hair running around being playfully chased by an older blonde. This was obviously one of Draco's first, and one of few, happy memories. When the door closed a painfully awkward silence filled the room, we sat in our beds both trying to comprehend what had happened. Draco, always the confident person, shouted to Madame Pomfrey a request for some sleeping potion that, only after a reasonably lengthy debate, she handed over cautiously. After he drank it, the potion took a moment to kick in and he was in a deep sleep. Madame Pomfrey offered me some potion, but I declined. I had some thinking to do. After about fifteen minutes, I heard a knock at the infirmary door. I heard M. Pomfrey quarreling with whoever was at the door, she was informing them that 'Draco' was 'not in a condition to see guests'. I mustered up some of my limited energy and yelled to let the visitor in. A stern faced Ginny walked up to the edge of the bed. At this point past melds into present.

"Draco, I have something to tell you" her calm and emotionless voice made Harry brace himself for bad information.

"What's up?" I asked tentatively

"I have decided to end our relationship"

Draco's memories flooded into my mind. Flashes of moments spent between them. Even though I have always hated him and hated his relationship with Ginny, the things I saw through his eyes gave me a new perspective. His feelings convinced mine to feel the same.

"But, why?" I choked out, throat dry.

"Don't ask, its just me, leave it at that." said Ginny with a harsh tone

As though Draco was in me, I spluttered, "I have the right to know why the person I thought loved me is bolting.

"Do you really want to know? Its far from a rosy fairy-tale."

"I...want to know," I stammered

"Well, to start at the beginning, you were my conquest to begin with. I let you believe that you were conquering 'Ron's innocent baby sister'. But it is no coincidence that my light came on during your walk from Ravenclaw tower."

More memories flashed in my head,

"But...I practically had to force you..."

An evil grin came across her face.

"Wow, I'm better than I thought. Think about it Draco dearest, I made the first real move in the locker room, I was the better kisser, I was more forward. When you 'decided you were going to force' me to fuck you, didn't it raise a warning flag when 1) I barely resisted your 'raping' or that 2) I kissed you back so deeply, without resistance?"

"Well...I..."

"I know, your cock was doing the thinking. Still think you were in control? How about our little snog fest by the lake, you had to slow me down. Didn't you think it was odd how quickly I went for your cock, how quickly I wanted to fuck?"

"Its just...uh..."

"I know, dick-thinking again. Now, this really should have raised an eyebrow. When I planned your walking in on Neville and I. Didn't you ever think that maybe that wasn't the first, or last, time Neville and I went at it? Truth be told, he is a regular, one of many. He isn't good at much, but he has the uncanny ability to eat a girl out. Oh, don't look so shocked, hell I wasn't a virgin when we fucked, far from it actually. You'd be amazed how much you can get by being good at sexual acts. Hell, it has kept my brother's in school. Dumbledore, although a caring man, can only be so kind without getting something in return. The one thing that has kept my three brothers at Hogwarts is that, in our relationship, I am the Headmaster. Fuck you, looking at me like that. It's so easy for you to turn up your nose when you have always been fed with a silver spoon off a silver platter. You never have had to go to sleep hungry, only to wake up to 'sorry Gin, the boys ate all we had, can you wait till lunch?'. I quickly learned how to get by with what I had, namely my body. After Bill, Charlie, and Percy had gone through their time at Hogwarts, the already tight bank account got tighter. Thankfully, that was the year I arrived. As I said before, Dumbledore could only do so much by himself. So I took it upon myself to provide for my family. I'm not going to lie and say that I am happy with how I have to get by, but I know that a Hogwarts education gives my brother's and I a chance to get a good job and provide a better life for our children. Why do I do all of the 'unnecessary' fucking? It gives me control of a lot of people. You, on the other hand, were neither for money or power. I wanted to see if I had the ability to change the 'legendary' Draco Malfoy into the sappy, one-woman mess you are today. And with the help of one platinum blonde Slytherin, I did."

"But, Pansy hates you!" I managed to spit out.

"Maybe, but she doesn't care much for how you treat her, so she played along. How else do you explain her getting into your room, which is guarded by a password known only by two people: you and me, and was naked and waiting, conveniently after you have just been in a fight, and thus in need of an outlet for your 'frustration'?"

"I...you...how could you?"

"How could I? You viewed me as a conquest to begin with. You are only hurt because you decided that you might like me, and I rejected you. Granted, I did have feelings for you but that's not enough in this world. Now I am going with feeling, and that feeling is telling me to go for the sleeping boy next to you. Sorry Draco, but that's life"

She blew me/Draco a quick kiss, and walked out of the infirmary.

Now Past meets Present, and life continues. I don't think I'm going to tell Draco, he doesn't need to know. But, we *do* have a lot of talking to do, Draco and I.

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There you go...thats all he wrote. I hope you liked it, I think it was a fitting ending..but tell me what you thought..good/bad/indiferent. Now, for specific notes:

To krazychick501, AngelLuna, and anyone who made anti-harry/ron comments: PEOPLE CAN BE GAY...EVEN IMPORTANT PEOPLE....its ok...gays are normal, happy people...and hell, think about it, look how horribly they do around girls.......

To Jenn: Thanks for the constant reviews, even when u didn't know exactly what to say

To Krish-C-Black: Sorry for not gettin back 2 u...I will read/review ur fics VERY soon

To Quietus: Hate to be the one to inform you, but I never wrote anything called 'Beautiful Stranger'...*laugh*...anyway thanks for the lengthy review

To Sadie: lloll 'fuck bunny'...great description

To Reviewers who were lost in the destruction of the NC-17: I luv u all....keep reviewin!

That pretty much does it....anything else send me an owl...Sneezer234@aol.com

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