The next morning at breakfast, Hermione got there before Harry. She was
just finishing when he sat down next to her.
"Did you see our schedule?" he asked.
"No, I suspect we have Double Potions first thing?"
"Yeah."
"Well, we'd better get going, Harry."
"I'll meet you there when I finish breakfast," he said. Hermione and Harry both were training to be Aurors. Harry had actually gotten an Acceptable on his Potions O.W.L., but Dumbledore convinced Snape to let him study Potions at N.E.W.T. level. Hermione, however, had gotten in on pure talent. This year, though, she was going to do the bare minimum so she could pass. She got to class first and found a seat in the back.
Five minutes later, Harry walked in, talking to Draco Malfoy. At least it looked like they were talking. But then Hermione heard, "I bet you enjoy sharing a dorm with that mudblood, Potter?"
"Yeah, I do," said Harry, pulling out his wand. Malfoy's eyes widened in surprise and then he burst out laughing. He was laughing so hard that he didn't see Harry getting ready to curse him.
Then he saw the wand and screamed out, "Hermione, don't let him hurt me!"
"Hermione?" she said. "I'm know as either Granger or mudblood to you, and, no, I'll let him curse you."
"Excellent," said Harry.
"I'll join you," said Hermione. They both put up their wands. "Tarantallegra!"
"Rictusempra!" Malfoy slammed into the dungeon wall, unconscious. "Memory charm?" asked Hermione. Harry nodded. "Obliviate!" Then they dragged him into a broom closet and sat back down, just as the rest of the class walked in, Snape at the back.
"Today, class, we will be brewing the Arms and Legs potion. Drinking it will give you more arms and legs, depending on how much knotgrass you put in. Directions are on the board. You have an hour and a half. Start."
Hermione wondered how in the world this would help Aurors. Anyway, the potion was easy, which was rare with Snape. She finished in half an hour. Harry finally finished with Hermione muttering directions under her breath with three minutes to go until the bell. When the bell rang, they heard movement from the broom closet. Before Snape could suspect them, they ran off to Charms, Transfiguration, and then DADA.
Since Dumbledore really wanted Harry to be an Auror, and a good one at that, he had taken up the DADA teaching post. It was a good thing Malfoy didn't take DADA. Anyway, why would he want to defend himself against the Dark Arts? He was a walking Dark Art himself. That day, Dumbledore taught them how to resist the Imperius Curse, something Mad-Eye Moody (Barty Jr.) didn't finish.
After dinner, Hermione set off to do her homework so she could talk to Harry afterwards. She found Ron waiting for her at the entrance to the Head Dormitory.
"Hey, Ron!" She gave him a hug. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Sup? Snape and Malfoy giving you a hard time?"
"I survive," said Hermione. "Do you want to come in?"
"Sure."
"The password is 'Malfoy sucks,' so you can come in whenever you want." They sat on the sofa, just talking until Harry entered. "I'll leave you two to talk," said Hermione. She went to her room.
"Guess what?" said Harry.
"What?" asked Ron.
"I told you I liked Hermione, and I asked her out last night."
"Harry, I told you not to," Ron said. "I wanted to today." He looked truly depressed. Hermione, who was eavesdropping, was surprised to find out that both of her best friends liked her in a romantic way. "See you later, Harry." Ron got up and slammed the door really loud.
"Well, that went great. Honestly, the stupid idiot," said Harry sarcastically to himself. He got up and left. No sooner had he gone than the door was being knocked upon. That meant it wasn't Ron or Harry.
"Who is it?"
"Dean." It sure didn't sound like Dean, but maybe he had a cold.
"Come in." What happened next took all of Hermione's strength not to faint. Draco Malfoy himself, looking handsome and evil as ever, walked in and simply announced: "We need to talk, Hermione." Words failed her. "Hermione, really, it's okay. It's me, Harry."
"Shut up, Malfoy. Leave. Now."
"Ask me anything only Harry would know."
"Fine. How about tell me everything about Harry's wand."
He said, "11 inches, holly, phoenix feather, nice and supple." Hermione had to give him credit. How in the world would Malfoy know Harry's wand was "nice and supple"?
"All right. Suppose I believe you. What the hell are you doing in Malfoy's body?"
"Well, you see, right after I got off the Hogwarts Express, Malfoy grabbed me. Naturally, I wasn't expecting it. He switched bodies with me. He had made Ron sick. Obviously, he wanted to talk to you alone."
"Oh!" gasped Hermione.
"What?" asked Harry.
"I know what he's after!" said Hermione. "He asked me out!"
"Oh, so he likes you now. He might have been so awful to you for the past six years to cover up for his feelings. I dunno. What did you say?"
Hermione blushed.
"Well..."
"I never knew you wanted to go out with me." Hermione nodded. "When are you going out with him?"
"Next week. Hogsmeade."
"Cancel. Say you're sick or something. I dunno."
"God, I feel like I'm talking to Malfoy. It's like he's sitting in
front of me telling me to cancel on you. Is there any way I can switch you back?"
"There's no hope there. I don't even know the spell he used."
"Well, Harry, I'll research it for you. D'you know Malfoy told Ron he asked me out? Ron was put out because he said he'd told you that he wanted to ask me out first. Now they're not talking. I'll have to tell Ron it's really Malfoy, not you."
"Thanks, Hermione," said Harry. He kissed her on the lips, her first real kiss from him. It was short but sweet, and yet Hermione was completely in love with Harry. Harry quickly broke off. "I have to leave before Malfoy wakes up. I ambushed him just as he was walking out of here."
"I'll stay clear of him for you." Harry left and Hermione went to her room. She didn't want to do homework but finished it quickly. She went to bed early because of a splitting headache she had developed over the last hour. She fell asleep thinking, So that was why Harry called me mudblood last night. Slip of the tongue. And this morning in potions the fake Malfoy, actually Harry, called me Hermione.
She woke to a start an hour later, according to her watch. Apparently the door had slammed and the fake Harry walked in. He opened the door and she pretended to be asleep. He pulled the blankets over Hermione, kissed her on the cheek and left. She wiped off her cheek and pulled off the blanket. What was the point of kissing her? What did he want? Just to think she had kissed Malfoy on the lips. Though it was almost 10 o'clock, she had to run to the Owlery. She sent Harry a note that read,
Dear Harry,
I forgot to apologize for cursing you this morning in Potions. I'm
sorry if I hurt you. By the way, I told Malfoy the directions for the
potion. Snape had no choice but to give you full score. The potion was
excellent.
Love, Hermione
Later that night, she finally fell asleep.
"Did you see our schedule?" he asked.
"No, I suspect we have Double Potions first thing?"
"Yeah."
"Well, we'd better get going, Harry."
"I'll meet you there when I finish breakfast," he said. Hermione and Harry both were training to be Aurors. Harry had actually gotten an Acceptable on his Potions O.W.L., but Dumbledore convinced Snape to let him study Potions at N.E.W.T. level. Hermione, however, had gotten in on pure talent. This year, though, she was going to do the bare minimum so she could pass. She got to class first and found a seat in the back.
Five minutes later, Harry walked in, talking to Draco Malfoy. At least it looked like they were talking. But then Hermione heard, "I bet you enjoy sharing a dorm with that mudblood, Potter?"
"Yeah, I do," said Harry, pulling out his wand. Malfoy's eyes widened in surprise and then he burst out laughing. He was laughing so hard that he didn't see Harry getting ready to curse him.
Then he saw the wand and screamed out, "Hermione, don't let him hurt me!"
"Hermione?" she said. "I'm know as either Granger or mudblood to you, and, no, I'll let him curse you."
"Excellent," said Harry.
"I'll join you," said Hermione. They both put up their wands. "Tarantallegra!"
"Rictusempra!" Malfoy slammed into the dungeon wall, unconscious. "Memory charm?" asked Hermione. Harry nodded. "Obliviate!" Then they dragged him into a broom closet and sat back down, just as the rest of the class walked in, Snape at the back.
"Today, class, we will be brewing the Arms and Legs potion. Drinking it will give you more arms and legs, depending on how much knotgrass you put in. Directions are on the board. You have an hour and a half. Start."
Hermione wondered how in the world this would help Aurors. Anyway, the potion was easy, which was rare with Snape. She finished in half an hour. Harry finally finished with Hermione muttering directions under her breath with three minutes to go until the bell. When the bell rang, they heard movement from the broom closet. Before Snape could suspect them, they ran off to Charms, Transfiguration, and then DADA.
Since Dumbledore really wanted Harry to be an Auror, and a good one at that, he had taken up the DADA teaching post. It was a good thing Malfoy didn't take DADA. Anyway, why would he want to defend himself against the Dark Arts? He was a walking Dark Art himself. That day, Dumbledore taught them how to resist the Imperius Curse, something Mad-Eye Moody (Barty Jr.) didn't finish.
After dinner, Hermione set off to do her homework so she could talk to Harry afterwards. She found Ron waiting for her at the entrance to the Head Dormitory.
"Hey, Ron!" She gave him a hug. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Sup? Snape and Malfoy giving you a hard time?"
"I survive," said Hermione. "Do you want to come in?"
"Sure."
"The password is 'Malfoy sucks,' so you can come in whenever you want." They sat on the sofa, just talking until Harry entered. "I'll leave you two to talk," said Hermione. She went to her room.
"Guess what?" said Harry.
"What?" asked Ron.
"I told you I liked Hermione, and I asked her out last night."
"Harry, I told you not to," Ron said. "I wanted to today." He looked truly depressed. Hermione, who was eavesdropping, was surprised to find out that both of her best friends liked her in a romantic way. "See you later, Harry." Ron got up and slammed the door really loud.
"Well, that went great. Honestly, the stupid idiot," said Harry sarcastically to himself. He got up and left. No sooner had he gone than the door was being knocked upon. That meant it wasn't Ron or Harry.
"Who is it?"
"Dean." It sure didn't sound like Dean, but maybe he had a cold.
"Come in." What happened next took all of Hermione's strength not to faint. Draco Malfoy himself, looking handsome and evil as ever, walked in and simply announced: "We need to talk, Hermione." Words failed her. "Hermione, really, it's okay. It's me, Harry."
"Shut up, Malfoy. Leave. Now."
"Ask me anything only Harry would know."
"Fine. How about tell me everything about Harry's wand."
He said, "11 inches, holly, phoenix feather, nice and supple." Hermione had to give him credit. How in the world would Malfoy know Harry's wand was "nice and supple"?
"All right. Suppose I believe you. What the hell are you doing in Malfoy's body?"
"Well, you see, right after I got off the Hogwarts Express, Malfoy grabbed me. Naturally, I wasn't expecting it. He switched bodies with me. He had made Ron sick. Obviously, he wanted to talk to you alone."
"Oh!" gasped Hermione.
"What?" asked Harry.
"I know what he's after!" said Hermione. "He asked me out!"
"Oh, so he likes you now. He might have been so awful to you for the past six years to cover up for his feelings. I dunno. What did you say?"
Hermione blushed.
"Well..."
"I never knew you wanted to go out with me." Hermione nodded. "When are you going out with him?"
"Next week. Hogsmeade."
"Cancel. Say you're sick or something. I dunno."
"God, I feel like I'm talking to Malfoy. It's like he's sitting in
front of me telling me to cancel on you. Is there any way I can switch you back?"
"There's no hope there. I don't even know the spell he used."
"Well, Harry, I'll research it for you. D'you know Malfoy told Ron he asked me out? Ron was put out because he said he'd told you that he wanted to ask me out first. Now they're not talking. I'll have to tell Ron it's really Malfoy, not you."
"Thanks, Hermione," said Harry. He kissed her on the lips, her first real kiss from him. It was short but sweet, and yet Hermione was completely in love with Harry. Harry quickly broke off. "I have to leave before Malfoy wakes up. I ambushed him just as he was walking out of here."
"I'll stay clear of him for you." Harry left and Hermione went to her room. She didn't want to do homework but finished it quickly. She went to bed early because of a splitting headache she had developed over the last hour. She fell asleep thinking, So that was why Harry called me mudblood last night. Slip of the tongue. And this morning in potions the fake Malfoy, actually Harry, called me Hermione.
She woke to a start an hour later, according to her watch. Apparently the door had slammed and the fake Harry walked in. He opened the door and she pretended to be asleep. He pulled the blankets over Hermione, kissed her on the cheek and left. She wiped off her cheek and pulled off the blanket. What was the point of kissing her? What did he want? Just to think she had kissed Malfoy on the lips. Though it was almost 10 o'clock, she had to run to the Owlery. She sent Harry a note that read,
Dear Harry,
I forgot to apologize for cursing you this morning in Potions. I'm
sorry if I hurt you. By the way, I told Malfoy the directions for the
potion. Snape had no choice but to give you full score. The potion was
excellent.
Love, Hermione
Later that night, she finally fell asleep.