Living my Enemy's Life
Chapter Three
Written by: Chibi Sephy
On: July tenth, eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth, 2004
Summary: Every student in Hogwarts knows of Ron Weasley's rivalry with Draco Malfoy. But what if they had to live each other's lives after a deal between Lucius and Voldemort?
Draco could do no more than simply stare at the mirror, in blank confusion, his mouth hanging open limply.
"No way," He muttered to himself, once again issuing the other's voice. And this time, being as he now saw himself in the mirror, he saw Weasley's lips mouth the same words.
He began to back away from 'his' reflection, and started to stare at 'his' hands... Which were much darker than his own, though still pale.
The alternate Gryffindor version of himself suddenly walked forward, looking incredibly aggravated.
"How long will it take to wear off?" He said, demanding an answer from Draco. His voice was firm, and his fists were clenched. "Answer me, Malfoy!"
"How am I supposed to know?!" Draco snapped back, "I don't even understand what's going on now, nonetheless in the future!"
"Liar!" The other shouted. "Why else would you be me? You know I'm a friend of Harry's, and you want to help your 'Dark Lord' capture him! I know it!"
Draco, at these words, suddenly realized what was going on. He also wondered why he didn't connect all the clues together sooner.
"Weasley?" He croaked out, and though he already knew that was indeed who it was; he was still in slight disbelief.
'Weasley' didn't bother to answer, and instead began to look at himself, a look of extreme disgust apparent over his features.
Draco couldn't help but find this incredibly bizarre—after all, it's not every day that you get to see yourself the way he was now.
"This is Polyjuice, right?" Weasley questioned, staring at Draco in the eye. Draco didn't answer, for he really didn't know. So, instead, he only gave a light shrug.
"...So it should wear off in an hour or so," He continued, apparently having ignored Draco's simple movement.
"You sure?" Draco responded quickly, hoping dearly that an hour was the true time limit. He could easily wait that out—it was just the thought that he might be this way for a lot longer that worried him.
Weasley, instead of answering, began to lean on the wall, obviously intending on staying in the bathroom until the spell wore off. Draco intended on doing the same thing, but instead of moving to the wall, he took a few steps backward, so that he was more in the middle of the bathroom. That way, he could hear anyone approaching the door, and so could hide before they saw him.
For there was no way he would be seen the way he was now. It would be a disgrace, more so than it already was.
Draco then noticed that Weasley seemed to be watching him, 'his' pale hand upon wand. He couldn't help but smirk a bit at this.
"What?" He said, tone of slight amusement in his voice. "You seriously think I would actually show myself in public looking like you?"
The other simply scoffed, apparently trying to hold back a sharp comment. His cheeks had turned a pale pink at this time.
"But if I were you at this moment," Draco continued, "I'd be showing myself off a bit more than normal. For I am, after all, quite popular with the ladies."
Weasley shook his head, and rolled his eyes.
"When you actually become 'popular with the ladies'," He stated sarcastically, his tone heavy with spite. "I'll be the Minister of Magic."
Draco couldn't help but scowl, his now blue eyes flashing dangerously.
"At least I have a girlfriend, unlike a certain someone," He replied quickly.
"I do so have a girlfriend!" Weasley retorted, his teeth now clenched together.
"Oh, who?" Draco said, "That filthy little Mudblood Granger? Dating her would be as worthy as dating a goat!"
"Don't you dare call her a Mudblood!" Weasley shouted, his voice threatening. "And no, she's not my girlfriend!"
Draco felt a bit of pride come over him, already knowing he had won this particular argument.
"So, who is this 'lucky lady' then?" He questioned calmly, his tone of voice much quieter than before.
"Well... Uh... You see...." Weasley mumbled, and though the pink look had disappeared a moment ago, it had quickly come back.
A satisfied smile came across Draco's face, but soon disappeared.
"How long has it been?" He asked, almost nervously.
Weasley had apparently thought of this as well, and his eyes grew wide.
"I'm not sure," He responded. "...But it's been way longer than an hour."
"But I thought you said it would wear off in an hour, you little Weasel!" Draco said irritably, becoming slightly panicked.
"I didn't know! I wasn't sure!" The other countered. "I'm not even sure we are going to turn back to normal...." At this, he paled dramatically, as if saying the words would make it actually happen.
"Of course we're going to turn back to normal!" Draco stated, though he neglected the fact he wasn't quite sure when.
"But what if we don't anytime soon? We can't very well stay in the bathroom forever...unless you want to be known as the 'Amazing Bathroom Boy', or something." Weasley said, crossing his arms, and looking as if he were thinking deeply.
"So what do you suggest we do," Draco said sarcastically, "Act as each other? Sorry, Weasley, but I don't believe I can act like a disgraceful person like yourself."
"It's not like I think I can act exactly like you either, you little ferret," Weasley said lowly, "But we can't do anything else right now, though, can we?"
Draco was silent, staring hauntingly at the floor, twiddling his thumbs together absentmindedly.
"Fine," He finally muttered, "Fine. Although someone's bound to find something's wrong with us on our first day."
Weasley nodded in agreement, knowing this was probably true.
"So... What's your full name?" He then questioned. Draco blinked in surprise, finding this question to be far from what he thought it would be. "You know... In case we have to say it or sign it, somewhere."
"Oh... My name's Draco Armel Malfoy," He answered curtly, "Yours?"
"Ronald Bilious Weasley," Weasley responded, in a toneless way. "Though most people—in Gryffindor mostly—call me Ron. As you should know."
Draco simply stared.
"Bilious?" He said in a strangled tone of voice, broad grin upon his face. "What kind of name is that?"
"A better one than Draco," Weasley said quickly, looking annoyed. "Now, anything else I should know about you before I go out as a nasty little Slytherin?"
Draco didn't say anything for a moment, placing his hand on his chin.
"Not really," He said finally. "And the only thing I need to know about you is the names of everybody in your humongous family."
"First of all," Weasley answered, "There's my mum and dad. My mother's name is Molly; my father's is Arthur. Then there are my older brothers—Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George. None of them go to Hogwarts anymore; so you don't have to worry about coming across them. But Ginny, my little sister still goes here. She's in her fifth year now."
"Very well," Draco stated in acknowledgment, "Five older brothers, and one little sister. Got it. Now, ready to go to the common rooms, and try our luck?"
Weasley shrugged halfheartedly, and gave a small sigh.
"I guess so," He mumbled, "But we can't go around wearing our own school robes," He said moments afterward, pointing to the Gryffindor insignia upon the upper part of his robes.
Draco looked down upon his own robes, which had Slytherin markings upon it. A small frown came across his face as he stared at it, being as he was still reluctant to trade them for Gryffindor clothes.
Before he could start having second thoughts, he automatically tore his eyes away from the snake marking. Weasley seemed to be hesitant about parting with the lion marking as well.
"Let's get this over with," He finally told Draco, letting the robes slide off his shoulders, and then handing it over.
Instead of grabbing it, Draco took of his own, and then switched with him. Then, with great dismay, they both noticed that they would need to switch sweaters as well, being as some of the fringes had the opposite's colors.
So, they repeated the same process once again, and switched shoes as well. (Draco's were a bit more 'higher-class'... And he definitely wasn't too happy about having to get rid of them.)
Fortunately for the both of them, their pants were similar enough that there was no true need to change them. There was a small height difference, but nothing too drastic.
"The Gryffindor common room is on the seventh floor," Weasley explained, after everything else was sorted out. "You'll have to say the password to the portrait of the Fat Lady. There will probably be someone around to give you the password...."
Draco couldn't help but grin.
"When I'm back to normal, I'll be able to do some major spying. Thanks a lot, Weasley."
"Ron," The other corrected. Draco raised a brow. "You know, so we'll get used to each other's names. Just so we'll... Er... Remember the name."
"So you're going to call me Draco, then?" He questioned, finding this to be amusing. 'Ron' simply shrugged.
"I guess now I'll have to tell you where the Slytherin area is," Draco muttered begrudgingly. "It's—"
"No need to tell me," Ron said hastily, though there was a somewhat familiar smirk on his face.
Draco stared, surprised.
"I'll just find Crabbe and Goyle—to test how I act like you," Ron explained quickly, so to avoid telling him what he did in his second year.
"I wouldn't recommend hanging onto them to find your way," Draco replied. "But do as you wish."
Ron was silent, before starting a new topic.
"Try not to make me act like an arrogant Pureblooded git," He ordered.
"And you try not to make me seem like a Mudblood lover," Draco said back, not taking him too seriously.
"And you better not give any information to your 'Dark Lord' about Harry," Ron responded—apparently the Mudblood comment had agitated him. "Or hurt Hermione. If you do I'll... I'll...."
Draco then gave a fake dramatic yawn, showing that he cared not for this conversation.
Ron fell silent, and looked away, expression of annoyance on his face.
"Let's go ahead and go," He said moments later, in an incredibly cold tone of voice.
Instead of replying verbally, Draco began to walk out of the bathroom, and turned right, heading towards the stairs to get to the Gryffindor common room.
Seconds later, Ron left the bathroom as well, but turned left towards the dark dungeons, where the Slytherin common room was located. The look on his face showed that he was indeed not very happy with his ending destination.
End Chapter Three