As you know, Draco and Harry weren't having fun being each other. Things
got worse when Harry was forced to take a shower. Yecch. But the Dursleys
wouldn't let Draco take a shower. Draco was half happy about this, half
angry about this because he would smell bad. Suddenly, Draco remembered
that it wasn't he who would smell bad. It would be Harry.
The two had managed to spend a week so far as each other, and they were doing a good job of pretending to be the other. However, the Malfoys had noticed a slight difference, and the same thing with the Dursleys. But the Dursleys didn't care, because anyone who was a wizard to them was always acting strange, no matter what.
Harry was sitting in the Malfoy's living room one day, reading a wizard magazine which would never in a million years be sent to the Dursleys.
"Go get me some tea from the kitchen," bugged Lucius. "And make the coffee without magic. When you make it with magic, it tastes terrible.
"Sure, Mr. Ma—er—Father," said Harry.
Harry walked into a hallway of many doors. He forgot which door to the kitchen was. After about ten minutes, Harry found the kitchen. He really didn't feel like making tea for Lucius, so he used magic to make it, despite Lucius' orders.
"Here you go," said Harry to Lucius as he handed the tea to him back in the living room.
Lucius took a sip of it. "You used magic, even though I told you not to. What a disobedient son."
Lucius went on and on about obedience which Harry ignored. He was focused on one of the books on the bookshelves. It was called "Dark Magic: Anything Can Happen." Harry got an idea. Maybe that book would have an answer to switch back with Malfoy! But there was a problem. How would he get to the book without being caught by Lucius?
At the Dursleys, Draco was laying in Harry's bed, staring at the ceiling. Draco was feeling miserable. Every once in a while he spied on Harry and Harry was talking about how terrible the Dursleys were. But Draco always thought Harry was overreacting. He wasn't.
Whenever Draco was bored, which was usually all the time, he got ideas to ruin Harry's life. But those thoughts were interrupted by thoughts telling him he might be forced to live Harry's life forever, in which case he would be the one in trouble. Draco got sick of staring at the ceiling, and decided to go for a walk outside. He quietly crept out of Harry's bedroom and made his way out the main door. Fortunately, Harry's aunt and uncle didn't see him.
Draco walked for a few minutes, and eventually ended up at the neighborhood park. He sat down on a swing—the only one that wasn't broken. Draco kept worrying about what the future would be like. Would he ever change back? Would he be Harry forever? Is Harry messing up my life right now?
Draco's thoughts were interrupted by Dudley and his two friends walking into the park.
"Hey, it's your weirdo cousin," said one of Dudley's friends.
"He goes to that school for bad kids, right?" asked the other one. "Well, they should start doing that school for the summer, only for him. He's probably badder than all the other kids there."
Draco moaned. He had already been beaten up by Dudley and his friends five times. He couldn't imagine how Harry had dealed with it. Dudley and his buddies made their way over to Draco. They pushed him off the swing, and then started punching Draco's—Harry's—face.
That night, Harry quietly walked into the Malfoys' living room, being as quiet as possible. He looked at the bookshelfs for the book, and eventually found it. He opened up the book—and gasped. The pages on the book said:
"DRACO—YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE READING THIS!"
Then an alarm went off. Obviously, Lucius and Draco's mom heard it. Harry gulped. Apparently, there was a charm on the book that made it not able for him to read it.
Suddenly, Lucius appeared in the living room.
"Go to your room, NOW!" shouted Lucius. "DON'T COME OUT FOR THREE DAYS UNLESS YOU NEED TO USE THE LATRINE!"
Harry was perfectly fine with that punishment. Lucius and Draco's mom weren't that interesting. Harry made his way to Draco's room, where he layed on the bed. Draco's owl had all of a sudden woken up and started twittering. Harry then got an idea. He hit Draco's head for not figuring this out sooner. He could send a letter to Ron and Hermione for help!
TO BE CONTINUED...
The two had managed to spend a week so far as each other, and they were doing a good job of pretending to be the other. However, the Malfoys had noticed a slight difference, and the same thing with the Dursleys. But the Dursleys didn't care, because anyone who was a wizard to them was always acting strange, no matter what.
Harry was sitting in the Malfoy's living room one day, reading a wizard magazine which would never in a million years be sent to the Dursleys.
"Go get me some tea from the kitchen," bugged Lucius. "And make the coffee without magic. When you make it with magic, it tastes terrible.
"Sure, Mr. Ma—er—Father," said Harry.
Harry walked into a hallway of many doors. He forgot which door to the kitchen was. After about ten minutes, Harry found the kitchen. He really didn't feel like making tea for Lucius, so he used magic to make it, despite Lucius' orders.
"Here you go," said Harry to Lucius as he handed the tea to him back in the living room.
Lucius took a sip of it. "You used magic, even though I told you not to. What a disobedient son."
Lucius went on and on about obedience which Harry ignored. He was focused on one of the books on the bookshelves. It was called "Dark Magic: Anything Can Happen." Harry got an idea. Maybe that book would have an answer to switch back with Malfoy! But there was a problem. How would he get to the book without being caught by Lucius?
At the Dursleys, Draco was laying in Harry's bed, staring at the ceiling. Draco was feeling miserable. Every once in a while he spied on Harry and Harry was talking about how terrible the Dursleys were. But Draco always thought Harry was overreacting. He wasn't.
Whenever Draco was bored, which was usually all the time, he got ideas to ruin Harry's life. But those thoughts were interrupted by thoughts telling him he might be forced to live Harry's life forever, in which case he would be the one in trouble. Draco got sick of staring at the ceiling, and decided to go for a walk outside. He quietly crept out of Harry's bedroom and made his way out the main door. Fortunately, Harry's aunt and uncle didn't see him.
Draco walked for a few minutes, and eventually ended up at the neighborhood park. He sat down on a swing—the only one that wasn't broken. Draco kept worrying about what the future would be like. Would he ever change back? Would he be Harry forever? Is Harry messing up my life right now?
Draco's thoughts were interrupted by Dudley and his two friends walking into the park.
"Hey, it's your weirdo cousin," said one of Dudley's friends.
"He goes to that school for bad kids, right?" asked the other one. "Well, they should start doing that school for the summer, only for him. He's probably badder than all the other kids there."
Draco moaned. He had already been beaten up by Dudley and his friends five times. He couldn't imagine how Harry had dealed with it. Dudley and his buddies made their way over to Draco. They pushed him off the swing, and then started punching Draco's—Harry's—face.
That night, Harry quietly walked into the Malfoys' living room, being as quiet as possible. He looked at the bookshelfs for the book, and eventually found it. He opened up the book—and gasped. The pages on the book said:
"DRACO—YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE READING THIS!"
Then an alarm went off. Obviously, Lucius and Draco's mom heard it. Harry gulped. Apparently, there was a charm on the book that made it not able for him to read it.
Suddenly, Lucius appeared in the living room.
"Go to your room, NOW!" shouted Lucius. "DON'T COME OUT FOR THREE DAYS UNLESS YOU NEED TO USE THE LATRINE!"
Harry was perfectly fine with that punishment. Lucius and Draco's mom weren't that interesting. Harry made his way to Draco's room, where he layed on the bed. Draco's owl had all of a sudden woken up and started twittering. Harry then got an idea. He hit Draco's head for not figuring this out sooner. He could send a letter to Ron and Hermione for help!
TO BE CONTINUED...
