Ah, I'm sorry for the delay with this chap, and I'll have to warn you, sometimes it'll take a while before I post nay new chaps, since I'm writing other stuff too.

And, I just wanted to tell you, that as you remember English is *still* not my first language, and even though I come from Europe, I both speak and write American English, even though, in this fic I *try* to write British, and, I'm clearly not good at it, so that's why I may write some words in American and some in British, sorry.

And of course, an enormous thanks to all the ones who've reviewed, thanks! Keep it coming, and I might write another Hp fic after this one.

-Cherry

"Ah, I see that you're the one currently are occupying my body, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said, the usual spark that showed his amusement was there, dancing clearly in Harry's green eyes.

Harry nodded, "How could this happen, sir?"

Dumbledore's smile faded slowly and was for once his face was serious, but still, the spark remained in his eyes, "I'm not sure of that, you see. I'm rather sure it has something with that potions that you took, care to tell me what happened?"

Harry nodded again, "Why don't you sit down?" he grinned, "I've always wanted to say that."

Dumbledore chuckled and sat down, "Please start from the beginning, Harry."

"Lemmi see now… it was like this Hermione, Ron and I was running late to potions, McGonagall had wanted to talk with us, and well we came about five minutes late. When we got there, we got the news that we would do the Contulate portion, and we were paired, and I was lucky for once and was paired with Hermione…" Harry paused there, when Dumbledore started to snicker, the memory of Hermione's hug still 'tortured' his mind, "What's so funny?"

"Ah, nothing, I'll get to that later, please continue."

"Right… Anyway, our portion looked fine; deep red, as did anyone else, except Neville's whose looked… yellow, and a very sick yellow that was…"

"Yellow?" Dumbledore said slowly, it wasn't meant to be a question, more statement.

"Yeah, and well, Snape forced me to drink it, that's pretty much it…"

Dumbledore nodded, "The rest I know, I was the one who brought you to the hospital."

"You were? I thought that it was Snape or something like that…"

"No, I was, Snape was to busy grinning at you," Dumbledore said with a slight snicker, "My theory is that Mr. Longbottom made a body switching portion, with the Contulate portion as a base, which made that the first person you touch, or touches you, will be the one you switch body with."

"Sound believable, but how do we re-verse this?" Harry asked, "The Contulate portion only works fifteen minutes, I'm sure that it's been hours since we switched."

"Yes, since something did get wrong my guess would be that this will hold for fifteen days instead of minutes, that's what usually happens with a portion goes wrong…"

"Fifteen *days*?" Harry cried out, "but, the classes? I'll surely have to attend them, and I can't go there like this…"

Dumbledore laughed, "That's easy, I'll attend your classes, but I'll come here everyday and give you your homework so you won't miss anything…"

"But my handwriting? You can't possibly write like you usually do. My handwritings are not so proper…"

"That's just an easy spell and then I can copy it…"

"That's scary, is there something you *can't* do with magic?

Dumbledore laughed again, "Well, there is, but t isn't much," Dumbledore looked directly into Harry's eyes, "Now, Harry, you promise me that you won't do anything bad, and don't tell anyone about this, okay?"

Harry nodded, "I promise… but can't we at least tell Hermione and Ron?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled again, "Mr. Weasley is fine, I'll tell him when the time comes, but I wouldn't tell Miss Granger, or she might be very embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?" Harry asked, "What do you mean with that?"

Dumbledore chuckled slightly before telling.

"You mean… that she did that…?" Harry stammered out.

"She sure did, and Harry, if you do get together with her, watch out for her hugs, they're enough to bring down Voldemorth."

Harry was stalled, how did he know that he liked Hermione? But before he had the time to ask, a soft knock was heard on the door.

Dumbledore placed his finger on top of his mouth, signing to Harry to be quiet before he took of the silence charm from the room.

"Come in…"

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Hermione and Ron waited impatiently outside the office.

"What's taking them so long?" Hermione thought out loud, while looking at her watch for the fifth time.

"I dunno, but I'm sure that they have a good excuse…"

Hermione nodded, "I wonder what they're talking about…?"

"Only one way to find out…" Ron said while placing his head against the door, "nothing, they must have put a silence charm on the room, do you know how to brake it?"

"Not really, we would have to be inside to break it, but if we were inside, we wouldn't need to break it."

Ron sighed, "I wonder how much longer they'll be there…?"

Hermione knocked softly on the door, seconds later she heard 'Dumbledore' call out a 'come in'. Hermione looked at Ron before opening the door, "Sir," she said, while looking at Harry, "We're just wondering when you're done with talking to Harry…?"

Before Harry was able to answer, Dumbledore broke in, "We've just finished talking, I'll see you tomorrow, just like we said, *sir*."

Harry nodded before the trio walked out.

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"So? What did Dumbledore want to talk to you about, anyway?" Ron asked as fast as they came out from the office.

"About what happened in potions, just that…"

"Oh? But how come we couldn't be there with you, then?" Hermione asked while grabbing Dumbledore's hand again.

"Uhum… maybe he thought that you would influence me to say something, I don't know."

Hermione nodded.

"So, how 'bout we go down to dinner, I'm starving!" Ron said, while rubbing his stomach.

"Ron! You're always hungry!"

Dumbledore rolled his eyes, they were so good friends, but Ron and Hermione still couldn't get of their throats, "Children…" he muttered under his breath. Surely, it was amusing, but, he couldn't just stand there and smile, after all, he had to pretend to be Harry, "Oh, can it you both, let's just go to dinner…"

Hermione and Ron nodded, before they walked off, down to dinner.

They were just about to walk in, when a cold voice stopped them.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Mudblood, Weasel and the Potthead," Malfoy said, while his two brain-dead goons, laughed.

"Oh, can it, Malfoy, can it!" Ron exclaimed.

"Geeze, Malfoy, you've gone here for *five years*, and you still haven't come up with something new…" Hermione said, walking up, beside Ron.

"Talking about new, Mudblood, you've gone here for five years too, and you've still not come up with a new way to have your hair…" Malfoy's gaze turned to look at Hermione and Dumbledore's hands, Hermione hadn't let go of it yet, "Well, well, well… it seems like Potter have gotten a girls friend…" Malfoy scanned Dumbledore up and down, "You're awfully quiet today, Potter, to afraid to say anything?"

Dumbledore's mind swirled slightly, what would Harry do? Wait… that was it… perhaps a bit under the belt but then, Mr. Malfoy had called Hermione 'Mudblood' which was *way* under the belt.

Dumbledore reached out for his wand quickly, while calling out a curse, "Formidas!" the curse struck Malfoy in the stomach, and seconds after that, sliver-ish fur was starting to grow out from Malfoy's face.

Both Ron and Hermione looked at Dumbledore, Where had he learnt that? That was a spell not even Hermione knew about.

"Arrgh! Potter! I'll get you for this!"

Dumbledore snickered; sure, he usually didn't walk around cursing people like that, but this time, Malfoy had crossed the line, "Now, Malfoy, what was that about 'new hairstyle'?"

"Well it's good to see that you actually woke up after that portion earlier today, you we're so weak that Dumbledore had to carry you out!"

The usually very calm Hermione suddenly stepped up, slapping Malfoy over his face, "Well, Malfoy, I'm sure that if you was the one who'd drank that portion, you would have been so weak that you would have died the second you took a gulp of it!"

Dumbledore placed his hand onto her shoulder, "Let's go, they're not worth it… and by the way, Malfoy has to go to the library to figure out how to remove the fur, since I happen to know that Pop… Pomfrey doesn't know that spell."

Hermione giggled, and the trio could finally go and have their dinner that Ron had waited for so long.

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TBC

Thanks for still reading, R/R, please.