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Hey! Just wanted to say something before you continue reading (I really hope you do). If you've read this before (thanks so much for giving me your time!) and are starting from this chapter now because you've already seen the previous ones before this got uploaded, please read the second chapter again as I made some revisions to it (It's not that long anyway). See, I received a number of feedback that said that Hermione wasn't in-character (Okay, I really received just 2, but one was from my sister and hers almost count as 10 as she's been my best critic for 19 years). Also, because there were a few lines that wouldn't be consistent for this next chapter (because like I said, I wrote that, without this continuation in mind), I changed it a bit. Anyway, I hope you like it, and please tell me if there's still some stuff wrong with it.

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Something Wrong

Hermione woke up with a start. She didn't know why but somehow she remembers feeling restless and uneasy last night before she went to bed. And she couldn't remember either when it was that she had last slept so terribly. Something was bothering her although she couldn't tell what it was at this early in the morning—or was it late? She glanced at the clock beside her bed and sat up abruptly. It was late.

Cringing and forcing herself not to think about whatever the reason was that she was in such a terrible mood, she quickly got out of bed and got ready for breakfast.

It was a mere 10 minutes later and she was already in the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Hermione!" Harry called as soon as he saw her emerge from the staircase to the girls' dormitory. "About time you came down, we've got loads to tell you," he said, beaming at her.

She smiled, curious to find out what it was that made Harry so happy when she saw Ron give her a faint wave from behind him. All of a sudden, last night's events came crashing back into her head, and she remembered why it was that she felt so disturbed. Her smile quickly disappeared. Judging from the way Ron waved at her, she figured he still wasn't going to apologize to her anytime soon. What was his problem anyway? Was he really that repulsed from kissing her? She thought, remembering how he'd looked at her with complete disgust almost as soon as they broke apart. How could he not have felt what she did? It was such a good kiss. Of course, they'd really only shared one other so there wasn't a lot to compare it to, but the one last night was so far off from their first one, she almost fell breathless just thinking about it. She looked at Ron again with the same longing expression she had last night, hoping for him to understand. But he just raised his eyebrows at her, and if possible, looked even more puzzled.

"You can tell me on the way to breakfast Harry," she just said, taking his arm and avoiding Ron's eyes.

Harry was too much in a good mood to notice. "We've finally gotten Malfoy back for everything he did to us," he said happily.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? How?"

"Well, we got him to admit that he's a loser and that he's stupid," he replied.

"Bloody stupid," Ron added automatically.

"Bloody stupid," Harry amended, straining to keep himself from laughing out loud.

"I still don't get it," Hermione said. "How were you able to do that?"

"You'll see," Harry said with a mischievous grin as they entered the Great Hall.

Hermione gasped as soon as they were inside. Above the long tables, in place of the usual floating candles and other enchanted decorations was what seemed to be a floating mural of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. But what was more eye-catching was that Harry, Malfoy and the new Professor Brooks were in it and they were talking.

Everybody in the Great Hall was looking up.

"Fred and George told me where the schedule of the enchantment decorations could be found and manipulated," Ron said to her. "They said that nobody really cared much for it so it wouldn't be noticed if we slipped in whatever decorations we wanted to put. They were right. Once, Fred even said that he made several candlesticks look like…"

Hermione didn't hear anymore. Aside from the fact that she was in no mood to listen to Ron, and that his voice got drowned out from all the whispering around them, it was really more interesting to listen to the ones in the mural projection.

"Admit it Malfoy, you're nothing without your father's money," the projection of Harry said as he stood over a helpless-looking Malfoy.

"Yes, I admit it," the projection of Malfoy said, on the verge of tears. "I bought my way into the Slytherin House Team. I cheat at tests to get better scores than Weasley. I hate Granger because she's good at everything and I'm envious of you, Potter, because you're a much better Seeker and wizard than I am," he paused, as if thinking. "And I'm bloody stupid," he finished and the projection of Harry smiled.

The projection of Professor Brooks then walked to them and clapped once. "Now, at least that's all out in the open," he said, and then the mural went blank.

Two seconds later, it started again.

"Admit it Malfoy…"

The whispering in the Great Hall multiplied.

"How did you do it?" Hermione asked Harry, obviously impressed. She looked over at the Slytherin table and saw nearly all of them red with embarrassment. Some were already walking out with disgruntled looks on their faces.

"Well," Harry started, sitting down at the Gryffindor table. Ron sat to his left and Hermione on his right. "Ron and I came up with the idea after Snape made us drink the Polyjuice Potion last night, and then—"

"Wait," Hermione interrupted. "Snape what?"

"For detention," Harry said. "Snape thought it would be funny for the three of us to spend an hour in each others' shoes so he made us drink the Polyjuice Potion and told us to go to our Common Rooms."

"But Malfoy didn't want to step foot in Gryffindor's," Ron continued. "Not that we wanted him to, but anyway, neither did Harry want to go to the Slytherin dungeons. So Harry and I came up with this idea, to get Malfoy back."

"It was Ron who said we should have a professor as a witness though and so when we saw Brooks, and you know how everyone admires him, we knew everyone would believe it for sure if he said it really happened," Harry then said.

"It was sort of difficult to get him involved though, we had to almost break into a fistfight outside his classroom before he came out to stop us," Ron told her.

"But he did, and Fred and George's Recording Charm worked like," Harry paused to chuckle. "Well, like a charm."

It was all very fast and Ron's speaking between mouthfuls wasn't helping any for Hermione to understand better what they were telling her. She hadn't yet processed all of it but somehow already felt that something was utterly wrong. "So that really wasn't Malfoy there?" she asked uneasily, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"Sssshh!" Ron hissed. "No one's supposed to know," he warned.

"Yeah, don't tell anyone," Harry added, lowering his voice. "But yeah, that's me who looks like Malfoy and Ron who looks like me."

"From the Polyjuice Potion," Hermione confirmed.

"Yes, Hermione, we already told you," Ron said.

"And this happened, when?" she asked, her heart pounding faster.

"Last night, after supper, detention," Harry told her.

"Geez, Hermione, are you even listening?" Ron complained.

Hermione ignored him and looked at Harry seriously. "But Harry, if you turned into Malfoy, and Ron into you, then that means that Malfoy turned into—"

"Into Ron, yeah," Harry finished for her, and took a bite of his sandwich.

Hermione's heart stopped.