Authors Note: In this section I use the following ways of referring to Harry Potter as he is impersonating Draco Malfoy.
When another character refers to him it is of course as "Draco" as in
"Hey Draco" Crabbe yelled, "you're an evil little blond git!"
When Harry is acting as Draco, I use Draco(Harry) as in
"Crabbe, you got every part of that statement wrong." replied Draco(Harry).
For everything else it is just "Harry" as in
Harry thought to himself //Perhaps I should not drop hints like that or someone is going to work out I am not really Draco.//
Confused? Frankly, so am I! Hopefully it will make sense in the end.
Now, on with the story!
Late at night, the three Gryffindors sat around the fire in the otherwise empty common room of the Gyffindor Tower.
"So" Ron said "What was it like being Draco Malfoy for the holidays?"
Harry looked around making sure no one beside his friends was about. "Ron you have no idea! I always thought that the Dursleys were the most horrible guardians in the world but compared to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, they should get an award. Draco has had a life that you can't even imagine. It's an extraordinary thing being another person, experiencing their life through their own eyes. I am glad we had Dobby here to tell me so much about how Draco should act at home. Lucius uses the crucio curse on Draco for the least thing."
"Harry!" Hermione gasped. "He didn't, not on you?"
"He did. About six times. From slouching in the chair at dinner to not getting a good enough report card last year." Harry replied with a shadow passing his face as he remembered those painful lessons.
"Blimmey" Ron said "No wonder Draco is so screwed up!"
"But Harry, I happen to know Draco did very well at school last year. " Hermione replied.
"Not as well as you did!" Harry said leaving the implication hanging.
"Oh!" Hermione was horrified.
"What?" Ron asked.
"He didn't do as well as me, a mudblood, Ron." Hermione said.
"Don't use that disgusting word to describe yourself!" Ron replied heatedly.
"I don't but that's how the Malfoys see me, and Draco didn't do as well as I did." Hermione said
"No one ever does as well as you Hermione." Ron interrupted to Hermoines annoyance.
"His father really used the crucio curse on him for that?" Hermoiine went on with a look of horror on her face.
"On me you mean. Oh, yes" Harry said quietly remembering the pain. Silence descended as all three of them began to wonder what it must be like to grow up as a Malfoy.
After a while Hermione seemed to have steeled herself and asked, "Tell us about it step by step Harry. The whole ten days!"
Harry nodded and began to tell them all he remembered of being Draco for the last 10 days.
Draco strolled down into the entrance hall, last of the students leaving for the Christmas holidays, just as Dobby had predicted. Ron already had his wand out and ready. Draco saw him and opened his mouth to hurl an insult Ron's way. He didn't get the chance. Ron raised his wand and stunned Draco in mid sneer. Draco slumped to the floor. Ron and Hermione who had been waiting keeping lookout for teachers or other students, hurriedly dragged Draco to the broom closet nearby. Hermione took out a large pair of scissors and cut off a lot of Draco's hair and placed it into a small bag. Harry wearing Slytherin robes waited near the entrance with a small vial of polyjuice potion missing only the final ingredient, Draco's hair. Hermione gave him the bag saying "That should be tons for the next 10 days." Harry took a hair from the bag and put it into the vial. The potion turned grey and Harry gritted his teeth and threw the potion down his throat. Harry's face began to rearrange itself and his hair began to lighten. Soon another Draco Malfoy stood there.
Hermione told Draco(Harry) "Good luck" and Ron brought up Draco's trunk to which he had added several large flasks of raw polyjuice potion. It just needed some of Draco's hair to allow Harry to stay looking like Draco for the entire time. Harry had worked out a way to hide a tube in the sleave of his clothing connected to a hidden container of potion. He would be able to take a sip of the potion every hour without drawing attention to himself, at least that was the theory. Ron and Hermione retreated out of sight again and Draco(Harry) strolled out the door. "Crabbe, would you get my trunk?" he said in Draco's voice.
"Draco, the carriages are about to leave!" Goyle shouted in frustration.
Draco(Harry) smoothed his Slytheryn robes down and picked off a non existent piece of lint from them, acting as if he had all the time in the world. "I'm coming" he drawled, still amazed by the sound of his new voice heard from within, so nasal and high pitched. Dobby who once had been the Malfoy's family house elf, had given Harry lessons on how to act like a Malfoy and had emphasised one thing about all else; to a Malfoy the rest of the world was not as important as themselves. Supreme arrogance and distain of all other people and things, that is what distinguished a Malfoy. Goyle looked at Draco(Harry) with annoyance but said nothing more. Crabbe was hurriedly carrying Draco's trunk to the last carriage. A Malfoy would never stoop to doing manual labour himself, especially when he had a friend to trick into doing it for him. Harry felt very guilty about it but he was determined to act the part of Draco to the letter.
Draco(Harry) finally climbed into the carriage and Goyle, Crabbe and Draco(Harry) were off to meet the Hogwarts express and spend the next 10 days with their familles over the Christmas break. Draco(Harry)'s last chance to pull out of this would be at the Hogsmead station. After that he would be on his own as Draco Malfoy. If he slipped up and was discovered, there would be little chance of escape. He had spent a full month preparing for this. Dobby had given Harry all the details of Draco Malfoy's life. Was it enough? Draco(Harry) would soon find out.
The train trip to London had gone well. Crabbe and Goyle were completely taken in but as Draco(Harry) told himself, they were hardly the sharpest students at school. But he was none the less pleased with how well his little set pieces of Draco-style complaining had gone. He complained about father not getting him a better broom for Quidditch, he complained about not being allowed to use magic away from school and he complained about Dumbledore's favouritism of mudbloods like Granger. Draco(Harry) had to repress the revulsion he felt about saying things like this. Fortunately Hermione had forced Harry to say it aloud many times in practice. She scolded him every time he gave himself away, until he could do it so well Ron suggested Harry would be accepted into Slytherin anytime he wanted to change houses. Ron had meant it as a joke but it cut too close to the secret he had never told his friends, that the sorting hat had wanted to put him into Slytherin when he was sorted and although Dumbledore had reassured Harry about his choice to go into Gryffindor instead, Harry had not come to terms with it. Ron was shocked to see how much his joke had wounded his friend.
//Now for the hard part// Draco(Harry) said to himself as the three Slytherins walked out of the barrier together. This was the one part that no one knew about. Dobby had no idea how Draco got from the station to the Malfoy Manor, other than he would arrive via the flue network in the evening just before Dinner. Harry had tried to turn the conversation with Goyle and Crabbe during the train ride, towards what was to happen but gained no useful information. Draco(Harry) would have to play it by ear.
"Well goodbye Draco" Crabbe and Goyle intoned in unison and began to walk away.
"Wait" Harry said shocked. He had hoped that they would at least be going together far enough to give him an idea how Draco usually got home from the station. "You're going already?" Draco(Harry) asked trying not to let his desperation show in his voice.
"Well yes" Goyle replied puzzled by Draco(Harry)'s question. "Our parents are over there waiting. Well see you in a couple of days time."
"Oh, yes in a couple of days." Draco(Harry) tried to sound nonchalant about it all.
Draco(Harry) stood all-alone now in the middle of the busy station thinking, //What the hell do I do now?//
"Young Master Draco, thank heavens I caught you before you left. Your father has requested you meet him at his office." a man ambling quickly towards Draco(Harry) said. The man waited for acknowledgement from Draco in a most subservant manner
Draco(Harry) in his best Draco voice replied. "In his office you say?" Harry didn't have even a clue about where that would be and he was still stumped on how Draco was expected to travel.
"Yes that's right Young Master, right away he said Sir." The man replied and began to turn away.
There was nothing else to do now, Harry would have to risk asking some very un-Draco like questions. "Exactly where is my fathers office and how do I get there?" Draco(Harry) asked the man.
The man was clearly shocked "But young Master, you know where it is. You have been there many times? I don't know why you…" he began to say.
"Of course I know" Draco(Harry) replied sneering at the man, "but how do I know you're really from father. This could be some sort of trap. So tell me in detail exactly where you think my father's office is and how I travel there. And let me assure you, if you get one tiny thing wrong the results will be most unpleasant."
The man looked extremely nervous now. Would Harry's gamble pay off or had he given himself away already. "Yes young Master, I understand Sir, can't be to careful Sir, no Sir" the man then outlined everything he knew and if Harry wanted more detail on anything he was saying, Harry had but to lift an eyebrow and the man fearful he had missed something, would go back over what he had just said. By the time he finished Harry didn't need to ask a single question more. The man fled when Draco(Harry) released him with a nod. Harry now knew what he should have guessed, that no Malfoy ever travelled by muggle transport at all. So to get to and from the station every year, the Malfoys had a private flue connection in a building across the road. Harry had only to cross the street and enter the building and he would soon be on his way to meet Lucius Malfoy at his office in London.