Hermione didn't go to him that night, and ignored him the rest of the next. She stayed in the library most of the days, when she wasn't reading she would sit outside with a notebook and do nothing (in Draco's opinion, anyway). He studied her behavior and after realizing nothing would get better between them he decided he'd tell her. He felt he owed her at least that, would rather have himself tell her than Ron, and wanted to see her reaction.



Hands in his pockets he strolled down to the tree Hermione was sitting under. She was staring at the lake, not noticing that he was there. He caught a glimpse at the notebook and saw it wasn't in English…well, if it was he'd never read such big words.

"I'm not less dominant yet." She said not looking at him. Draco smiled.

"It's not about that. Hermione, I need to talk to you." Hermione's eyes brightened.

"What about?"

"Firstly, I want to appologize about the other day and secondly, you might not believe this--"

"Or, I might." She murmured.

"What?"

"Nothing, go on."

"Well, I'm not--You see. Ugh."

"I know. Don't bother."

"Know what?"

"About your secret."

"I doubt that."

" You doubt that I know that you're not really Ronald Weasley and that you're actually Draco Malfoy? Drakie, don't worry. I'm actually Pansy Parkinson."

"WHAT?!?!?! You mean I kissed--All this time--OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"That would be my reaction if I wasn't brilliant. I'm only kidding. But how dare you! I wouldn't have ever believed you'd go this long without telling me. Trust me, when I got rough I thought you'd give up for sure, but I had you wrong, Malfoy."

"I don't get it. Who are you?"

"I'm the person to whom this body belongs to and you…need to return yours."

"You're not upset?"

"Trust me, this is your punishment. You already didn't witness our…'moment' and--" Draco put his head in his hands. "and you're stuck in Ron's body. I can't believe you fooled everyone else."

"How long have you known?"

"I had a guess when you started acting cool-then Ron approached me and tried to say something but nothing would come out-but the night-after the ball- I found your letter. I didn't read it but it has your real name on it. Why would Ronald Weasley have Draco Malfoy's letter? Oh, and you have a scar on your back-like all people who try the Switching Spell have for their souls to enter and exit whenever needed. I have to hand it to you, Malfoy. You're an idiot. A brilliant idiot, but still-an idiot."

"If you've known all along why didn't you go to Dumbledore?" Hermione's cheeks reddened.

"Well, I thought expelling you wouldn't be any fun. This is much better-besides you didn't harm anyone much. And…"

"I need your help to switch back."

"What makes you think I would help you? I mean I will, but…still." Draco heald her hands.

"I'm sorry. Forgive me. Please. You can get with Weasley and whatever but please. You know. Forgive me." Hermione didn't move. Draco pulled in and closed the space between them. His lips connected with hers and then she nodded.

***



Everything was back to normal, but nothing felt like normal. Draco was back in his own body, Ron was unconscious for two days (fortunately no one except Neville noticed. Harry was too busy with Weasley's sister to care about him), Hermione was fortunately okay, even sometimes flattered (but didn't admit it), with everything Draco had gone through, and Draco and Hermione *tried* to be together-in a normal, real relationship. They met every night at their classroom and did stuff, of course Draco didn't get to have her in bed because they promised to each other that they would go slow with their confusing relationship.

"Draco? What are we going to do about Ron? I mean he can talk now, can't he?" Hermione asked as Draco played with her hair and her head rested in his lap. They were, as usual, in the classroom. Draco smiled. His head lowered and planted a kiss on Hermione's forehead.

"You'll see." And she did. When Ron walked into the Great Hall the next day he was strolling to the Gryffindor Table. Hermione glanced at Draco who was smiling down at his food, trying not to laugh.



"Hi, guys." Ron said and sat down at the table.

"Hey, Ron." Hermione said.

"What's for breakfast?" And, like before, he stuffed his head into the food and ate like he hadn't eaten for days.

Hermione met Draco outside the Great Hall as they walked to Charms class. They took seats next to each other. When the class was full and Harry and Ron had taken their seats next to Hermione while Crabbe and Goyle sat by Draco, Flitwick talked.



"Now, open to page 487 in your books and start reading. We have a little project to do on this subject. Whoever is sitting next to you is your partner." Hermione looked and saw Ron and Harry had been assigned together so that left her with Draco. She opened to page 487 and her eyes widened. She tapped on Draco's shoulder and showed the page. His eyes grew wide and he groaned into his hands.

The page read;

"The Switching Spell.

The Switching Spell is used to change one thing into the place of another…"

Hermione smiled and squeezed Draco's hand from underneath the table.

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AN: This is supposed the be the end. Short story, eh? I hate writing endings! A) because they suck and B) because I suck at writing them. I'm thinking of writing a Snape and Hermie fic I've been working on, Draco's going to be a little evil in it. Heh. okay, back to this story. I hope I didn't ruin it, I love the fact that Hermione knew what had been going on all along. It's just so...Hermione! Anyway, Review. I've been working hard and I deserve some bloody reviews. So, please, please, please, review.

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