Chapter 2: Surprise, surprise!
Ron's eyes widened. Tom Riddle? He had nearly killed Ginny in her first year at Hogwarts! Ron could feel himself trembling, but knew he had to remain strong. Ginny was unconscious, and only Godric knows why, Draco was acting more freaky than usual, Harry and Hermione were busy PMS-ing, and he was all alone in the Hogwarts kitchen with a ghost who was supposed to be the most evil wizard of all time. Oh, we mustn't forget the elves. Ron glanced around the room at the spaces under tables, between shelves and behind jars, all occupied by house elves.
Great. He had the situation figured out, but what would he do?
"What do you want?" Ron stuttered. He'd decided to be flat out blunt about it all. "Why have you come here?"
"Being flat out blunt, are we?" Tom said in a taunting voice.
What a freak! Ron thought to himself.
"Aye, I am freaky," Riddle said.
What the fu—
"Don't use such obscene language," he hissed. "We really can handle this peacefully."
Screw this all! Ron thought to himself before he said, "Peacefully? I'd say that counts as the understatement of the year. You're number one evil freak Wizard! How, in Godric's name, do you think I'll believe you're going to handle," Ron struggled for words for a few seconds then finally said, "whatever it is you're doing, peacefully?"
Tom's mouth curled into a smile. "Surrender."
Ron had expected some long-winded speech from Riddle. That's what all the villains in the comics did. Weren't they all supposed to be stupid and take forever explaining what their motive was? Ron cursed inwardly to himself, realizing that this wasn't a comic, but real life and happening right now.
"What?" Was all Ron could say.
"Surrender to me," Tom said, thinking this was a great deal clearer than what he'd said before.
Ron's face contorted into different expressions before he said the first thing on the tip of his tongue, "Why?"
Riddle rolled his eyes. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." There was a pregnant pause and seeing Ron wasn't say anything, he restated, "I'll have to kill you sooner than I have to."
Ron couldn't help it anymore. He was now trembling uncontrollably. He didn't know if Riddle could see his body shaking, his eyes flooded with fear, his arms gripping his younger sister tighter, but he knew he was afraid. Ginny. Ron also didn't know what was wrong with his sister. What if she was ill? What was wrong with her? Bravely, hoping to get more time, Ron spoke again, "You're Harry's enemy. Go get him."
Ron smacked himself internally and cursed himself further. That was the most selfish thing he'd ever said and worst of all, he'd said it to Harry's ultimate enemy!
"I mean—" Ron tried to recover, but Tom interrupted him.
"Ah, the selfish type, now? Bartering your friend's life," he paused and arched an eyebrow, "best friend's life for your own? Yes, I think I like you. I think I like you a lot."
Ron, all the while, was shaking his head 'no,' trying to make up for what he had said. He had intended on asking why Riddle was so interested in him. Why did everything always come out so wrong? And why wasn't anyone else sneaking into the kitchen? Why was Malfoy the only freak that had to be hungry at the same time? Ron cursed a bit more. Why?
Ginny still hadn't stirred and though she was relatively light, Ron began sagging under the weight of her body.
Suddenly, Riddle moved too quickly for Ron to realize what he was doing. Ron's eyes darted around, trying to keep his eyes on Tom, but it was nearly impossible. Finally, he stopped moving and now stood directly in front of Ron. In Tom's left hand, he held Draco by the scruff of his neck. The sound like a sword being removed from its sheath was heard and Ron saw Tom Riddle's upper canine teeth begin to enlarge. In one swift movement, Tom had lowered his head and had bitten Draco's neck! He was sucking out his blood!
Completely baffled, Ron involuntarily began shouting the obvious, "You're a vam—"
Ron didn't see Tom roll his eyes, but his head suddenly let go of Draco's neck, whose body was now limp and motionless. Ron mouthed wordlessly as Tom approached him. He tried not to look at the streak of blood dripping down the side of Tom's mouth. Quickly, Ron roughly shoved Ginny behind him before Riddle grabbed Ron by the collar. Though they were both the same height, Tom lifted Ron off his feet and stared into his eyes with a piercing gaze.
"Why are you doing this?" Ron gasped, trying not to sound like he was pleading.
"Mm," was all Ron heard from Riddle. Seconds later, Ron grunted as Tom kneed him in the stomach. Busy gasping and wheezing to regain his breath, he hardly noticed Riddle's right hand ball into a fist and make contact with his face, definitely disturbing the placement of his jaw.
With that, Tom dropped Ron's body onto the ground. Draco Malfoy, Ronald Weasley, and Virginia Weasley. All unconscious and here he was with them, all alone. What to do?
There was so much he could do, but there wasn't enough time. Tom sighed and cracked his knuckles, preparing himself to do the one last spell for the day.
* * *
Blinky, the blue-tinted house elf of Japanese origin ran into the Gryffindor common. Seeing her panicked state, the Fat Lady had let her through.
"Help!" She squealed. "HELP!" She repeated at the top of her lungs.
Both Harry and Hermione came out of their dormitories. Harry stood at the top of the stairs to the boys' dormitories on one side of the common room and Hermione stood at the top of the stairs to the girls' dormitories on the other side of the common room. Both Harry and Hermione exchanged slightly childish glares before giving their attention to the panicked elf.
"Weezy-kun! Weezy-chan!" Blinky squealed, wringing her fingers together all the while.
"What?" Both Harry and Hermione echoed.
"Great danger, Potter-kun!" Blinky said, her great pink eyes becoming watery. "The kitchen! Great danger!"
With that, Blinky unexpectedly fainted, but whatever annoyance Harry and Hermione had been feeling towards one another immediately melted. They exchanged looks of worry and were down the stairs, out the portrait hole with Blinky, and off to the kitchen in an instant.
* * *
Harry and Hermione spoke in hushed tones and it seemed as though they'd forgotten about their previous argument.
"What do you think could have happened?" Harry asked.
"I'm not sure," Hermione said in response. "But I'm sure they can tell us."
Both Harry and Hermione were at the Infirmary now, sitting in two foldable chairs between two beds, one occupied by Ginny and the other by Ron. Both bodies were still unresponsive.
Madam Pomfrey was uneasy about Harry and Hermione being in the Infirmary, but she finally caved in after fifteen minutes of pleading, mostly done by Hermione's words and Harry's begging eyes.
"If you two cause any trouble—" the nurse said with a threatening look, not needing to finish her sentence. "No bawling either!" She added. With that, she left the two of them alone with their friends.
Madam Pomfrey had said Ginny had had a simple fainting spell and that she would soon be up and about and back to normal. Ron, however, had been a mess when Harry and Hermione had found him. His crumpled body was found under the window. It had looked as though someone might have thrown him against the wall, because the window above him was cracked and Pomfrey had said something about a minor concussion. Ron's jaw was also broken, but that was repaired with a wave of Madam Pomfrey's frail fingers. The only evidence of whatever it was that Ron had gone through were his tattered and bloodstained clothes that lay in a heap in an empty chair. Madam Pomfrey, whilst checking his face, had discovered Ron had coughed up blood, probably from a blow to the stomach since there weren't any bite marks on his lips.
Though she was trying hard not to cry, Hermione said in a quivering voice, "This is all our fault, Harry."
Harry understood what she was talking about. They sat next to one another and Harry put a hand on Hermione's back in a comforting manner. "If we weren't so—"
"Ignorant," Hermione said without knowing she had read Harry's mind.
"We should have been there with him!" Harry said in a furious whisper.
Hermione was on the verge of bursting out in tears. She was always like this in dire situations. She'd been like this their first year at Hogwarts after Harry's encounter with the Dark Lord, every other time one of her boys had injured himself in some way and ended up in the Hospital Wing, and now, in her seventh year at Hogwarts, she hadn't changed at all. This time, however, it felt different to her. She felt liable this time.
Suddenly, both Hermione and Harry tensed at a soft moaning noise to their right. It was more like whimpering, really, but nonetheless, Ginny had begun to stir.
Harry began to get out of his chair, but Hermione unknowingly, and most likely accidentally, shoved Harry back into his chair on her way out of her own chair. Both worried people were at Ginny's side within seconds.
Ginny blinked several times as if she was trying to stop the room from spinning around her. Slowly, she propped herself up on her elbows and was greeted by the anxious faces of Harry and Hermione. That was all it took to remind her of what had happened before she had passed out.
"Malfoy!" Was the first thing that came out of Ginny's mouth.
"Calm down, Gin! I'm Harry," Harry said.
"Not you," Ginny said, realizing it had sounded like she was calling Harry, Malfoy. Her voice sounded like she was still rather addled, but she forgot about what she'd been talking about when she looked past Hermione's left arm. "Ron!" She squealed, pure terror present on her face.
"It's alright," Hermione said in a comforting tone, though the Ginny seemed be thinking, Alright?! "Madam Pomfrey's fixed him up. He'll be fine. He's just resting right now."
Ginny looked at her brother some more. She remembered fainting. She also remembered her brother dropping everything to catch her, but what had happened? Why was he like this, now?
"Ginny," Harry said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Can you remember what happened in the kitchen?"
Ginny stared at a spot on the white blanket covering her body from the waste down. Harry knew she was trying to recall the events, but he still had the urge to shake her. Anything to make her say something faster.
Hermione could see the perturbed yet worried look in Harry's eyes and lay a comforting hand on Ginny's right shoulder. As if Hermione's touch had brought Ginny back to reality, she looked up with sad eyes and shook her head. "No," Ginny said to Harry. "I've no idea why Ron's like," Ginny struggled for words and finally ended with a pathetic, "that."
Harry closed his eyes and it was evident that he was not pleased. It wasn't Ginny's fault she didn't know what had happened to Ron, but nonetheless, both he and Hermione were worried for their friend. Their best friend.
* * *
Alas, you're mine.
Draco's eyelids snapped open. What a dream. He couldn't remember any of it except for the very last part. A dark, hooded figure had said, "Alas, you're mine." Draco shrugged it off nonetheless. The dream was probably the result from the books his father had sent him. These weren't ordinary books because they weren't in the Hogwarts libraries— not even in the restricted section! The books his father had sent were filled with horrid facts and visuals that were even more distasteful. As soon as he was finished with Hogwarts, the plan was for him to go into the business.
Wait— why hadn't he been startled before? Draco quickly sat up. He was in a bed… a bed in the Hogwarts Infirmary! The last thing he remembered was being in the Hogwarts kitchen. Crabbe, or Goyle, or whoever, had eaten his lunch before he'd even had a fair chance at it, so he'd sneaked into the kitchen to obtain whatever bits of food he could. That was when he'd seen Weasley. That was when she… that stupid Weasley wench had petrified him. Just thinking about the embarrassing situation made his insides churn with anger, but his face, regardless, remained the same pallor.
Wait-— if he'd only been petrified, why was in the Wing? Draco cursed inwardly. Why did he suddenly have to think so much about a stupid spell?
Strangely, Draco had the sudden urge for… something. He abandoned his previous thoughts and focused on his jumpy tongue that quivered inside his mouth.
Blood… feed us blood…
Draco's eyes were plates on his face. He grabbed his hair and began pulling. What the hell was going on? Was he going mad? Madness and insanity was quite common in the Malfoy family bloodline. A family of pureblood geniuses wasn't perfect.
He abruptly froze and tried to look up at his hair, but he couldn't. His long, platinum colored strands of hair weren't in his eyes! His hair had a course feeling opposed to the regular smooth and sleek feeling it had. What the hell was going on? When someone messes with a man's hair…
Draco's temples reddened slightly. Despite his paleness, the only part of his face that had ever become any shade of red had been his temples, and that was only when he was profusely angry. Or perhaps Draco had a mild temper and wasn't angered easily; thus his whole face had never really turned any shade of red. But he was a Malfoy. That wasn't even a possibility.
Draco's sharp senses perked up and he looked to his left. In the bed next to him was Ginny Weasley and it looked as though she was sleeping.
He quickly sat up in bed and gingerly tested his feet before walking over to Ginny's bed.
All alone in a room with a defenseless woman, Draco thought. Then he imagined what his father would do and nearly gagged.
This was the same Ginny Weasley that he remembered from his second year at Hogwarts. The same runt that followed her stupid older brother and his stupid friends. So stupid. Yet she wasn't a 'little runt' anymore. Her body had obviously already taken the shape of a real woman and Draco could tell by the outline the blanket on top of her body clearly revealed. Sadly, with freckles blotched all over that crooked face of hers, no one would want her. If that didn't bother anyone worth anything, then the fact that she was a Weasley would.
A fiery rage began to build up inside of Draco and he didn't even flinch as his nails dug into the palms of his balled up fists. This woman, as he'd just thought of her as, had embarrassed him! She'd just walked into the kitchens like she owned the place or something and petrified him. Just like that!
He didn't think anymore on the matter, however, because he noticed his head was coming closer and closer to Weasley's face. An invisible force was pushing his mouth closer and closer to her. What was going on?
Blood… let us have some blood…
"Stop," Draco whispered so softly that Ginny wouldn't have heard him had she been awake.
Draco could taste blood on his tongue. He'd bitten his lips and the blood gushed freely into his mouth.
"STOP!" Draco shouted suddenly, finally freeing himself from the invisible force that had been pushing him to Ginny's head. This time, however, Weasley had woken up. Who wouldn't have? He'd just screamed for no apparent reason. Well, no apparent reason to anyone besides Draco… and the voices inside his head. Draco was practically disgusted with himself now. He just couldn't be going mad!
He was breathing hard now, but at least his lips had stopped bleeding.
The redhead fluttered her eyes for a moment and then looked at him. She sat up on her elbows and the kindest of smiles crept across her face. "So you're finally up," she said by way of greeting him.
"Yeah," Draco said, but froze immediately and the expression on his face conveyed that he was frightened to some extent.
What was up with his voice? It was so squeaky!
Ginny looked at him and sat up in bed now. "What's wrong, Ron?"
Draco's jaw nearly hit the floor. "What did you call me?"
Ginny had a confused look on her face. "Was it something I said?"
Trying to maintain his temper, Draco fumbled around the Infirmary and after knocking many things over, he bravely looked into the underside of a bedpan and suffered from the biggest shock he'd ever had.
Staring back at him from the underside of such a disgusting piece of Infirmary equipment were two blue eyes, a freckle-filled face, a large head covered with violently red hair, and a face with two abnormally large ears.
"I'm Weasley? Ron Weasley?" Draco squealed in horror and surprise. Immediately, his right hand covered his mouth as if it would help hide the squeaky voice that escaped his mouth every time he spoke.
Author's Note: Whoo! Can you believe I finished chapter two? Things are getting a bit interesting! So, if Draco is in the Infirmary, trapped in Ron's body, where is Ron with Draco's body? Yes, I'll be evil and make you wait for the next chapter to find out! The real plot hasn't really been revealed yet, but it's coming. Some pairings are becoming evident too, but keep your pants on; things are just starting to bubble…
Chapter Three: Draco, as Ron Weasley, talks to Ginny, his 'sister' and though not much is revealed, it's rather interesting. We see more of our real Ron… the poor thing doesn't have a clue about what's going on. Hermione comforts Harry, and Blaise is pissed off! Trust me, it's a lot more fun that I make it sound. ;)
Lastly, a big thanks to Eiko, Jonah, and ye ye for reviewing the first chapter!
Ron's eyes widened. Tom Riddle? He had nearly killed Ginny in her first year at Hogwarts! Ron could feel himself trembling, but knew he had to remain strong. Ginny was unconscious, and only Godric knows why, Draco was acting more freaky than usual, Harry and Hermione were busy PMS-ing, and he was all alone in the Hogwarts kitchen with a ghost who was supposed to be the most evil wizard of all time. Oh, we mustn't forget the elves. Ron glanced around the room at the spaces under tables, between shelves and behind jars, all occupied by house elves.
Great. He had the situation figured out, but what would he do?
"What do you want?" Ron stuttered. He'd decided to be flat out blunt about it all. "Why have you come here?"
"Being flat out blunt, are we?" Tom said in a taunting voice.
What a freak! Ron thought to himself.
"Aye, I am freaky," Riddle said.
What the fu—
"Don't use such obscene language," he hissed. "We really can handle this peacefully."
Screw this all! Ron thought to himself before he said, "Peacefully? I'd say that counts as the understatement of the year. You're number one evil freak Wizard! How, in Godric's name, do you think I'll believe you're going to handle," Ron struggled for words for a few seconds then finally said, "whatever it is you're doing, peacefully?"
Tom's mouth curled into a smile. "Surrender."
Ron had expected some long-winded speech from Riddle. That's what all the villains in the comics did. Weren't they all supposed to be stupid and take forever explaining what their motive was? Ron cursed inwardly to himself, realizing that this wasn't a comic, but real life and happening right now.
"What?" Was all Ron could say.
"Surrender to me," Tom said, thinking this was a great deal clearer than what he'd said before.
Ron's face contorted into different expressions before he said the first thing on the tip of his tongue, "Why?"
Riddle rolled his eyes. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." There was a pregnant pause and seeing Ron wasn't say anything, he restated, "I'll have to kill you sooner than I have to."
Ron couldn't help it anymore. He was now trembling uncontrollably. He didn't know if Riddle could see his body shaking, his eyes flooded with fear, his arms gripping his younger sister tighter, but he knew he was afraid. Ginny. Ron also didn't know what was wrong with his sister. What if she was ill? What was wrong with her? Bravely, hoping to get more time, Ron spoke again, "You're Harry's enemy. Go get him."
Ron smacked himself internally and cursed himself further. That was the most selfish thing he'd ever said and worst of all, he'd said it to Harry's ultimate enemy!
"I mean—" Ron tried to recover, but Tom interrupted him.
"Ah, the selfish type, now? Bartering your friend's life," he paused and arched an eyebrow, "best friend's life for your own? Yes, I think I like you. I think I like you a lot."
Ron, all the while, was shaking his head 'no,' trying to make up for what he had said. He had intended on asking why Riddle was so interested in him. Why did everything always come out so wrong? And why wasn't anyone else sneaking into the kitchen? Why was Malfoy the only freak that had to be hungry at the same time? Ron cursed a bit more. Why?
Ginny still hadn't stirred and though she was relatively light, Ron began sagging under the weight of her body.
Suddenly, Riddle moved too quickly for Ron to realize what he was doing. Ron's eyes darted around, trying to keep his eyes on Tom, but it was nearly impossible. Finally, he stopped moving and now stood directly in front of Ron. In Tom's left hand, he held Draco by the scruff of his neck. The sound like a sword being removed from its sheath was heard and Ron saw Tom Riddle's upper canine teeth begin to enlarge. In one swift movement, Tom had lowered his head and had bitten Draco's neck! He was sucking out his blood!
Completely baffled, Ron involuntarily began shouting the obvious, "You're a vam—"
Ron didn't see Tom roll his eyes, but his head suddenly let go of Draco's neck, whose body was now limp and motionless. Ron mouthed wordlessly as Tom approached him. He tried not to look at the streak of blood dripping down the side of Tom's mouth. Quickly, Ron roughly shoved Ginny behind him before Riddle grabbed Ron by the collar. Though they were both the same height, Tom lifted Ron off his feet and stared into his eyes with a piercing gaze.
"Why are you doing this?" Ron gasped, trying not to sound like he was pleading.
"Mm," was all Ron heard from Riddle. Seconds later, Ron grunted as Tom kneed him in the stomach. Busy gasping and wheezing to regain his breath, he hardly noticed Riddle's right hand ball into a fist and make contact with his face, definitely disturbing the placement of his jaw.
With that, Tom dropped Ron's body onto the ground. Draco Malfoy, Ronald Weasley, and Virginia Weasley. All unconscious and here he was with them, all alone. What to do?
There was so much he could do, but there wasn't enough time. Tom sighed and cracked his knuckles, preparing himself to do the one last spell for the day.
Blinky, the blue-tinted house elf of Japanese origin ran into the Gryffindor common. Seeing her panicked state, the Fat Lady had let her through.
"Help!" She squealed. "HELP!" She repeated at the top of her lungs.
Both Harry and Hermione came out of their dormitories. Harry stood at the top of the stairs to the boys' dormitories on one side of the common room and Hermione stood at the top of the stairs to the girls' dormitories on the other side of the common room. Both Harry and Hermione exchanged slightly childish glares before giving their attention to the panicked elf.
"Weezy-kun! Weezy-chan!" Blinky squealed, wringing her fingers together all the while.
"What?" Both Harry and Hermione echoed.
"Great danger, Potter-kun!" Blinky said, her great pink eyes becoming watery. "The kitchen! Great danger!"
With that, Blinky unexpectedly fainted, but whatever annoyance Harry and Hermione had been feeling towards one another immediately melted. They exchanged looks of worry and were down the stairs, out the portrait hole with Blinky, and off to the kitchen in an instant.
Harry and Hermione spoke in hushed tones and it seemed as though they'd forgotten about their previous argument.
"What do you think could have happened?" Harry asked.
"I'm not sure," Hermione said in response. "But I'm sure they can tell us."
Both Harry and Hermione were at the Infirmary now, sitting in two foldable chairs between two beds, one occupied by Ginny and the other by Ron. Both bodies were still unresponsive.
Madam Pomfrey was uneasy about Harry and Hermione being in the Infirmary, but she finally caved in after fifteen minutes of pleading, mostly done by Hermione's words and Harry's begging eyes.
"If you two cause any trouble—" the nurse said with a threatening look, not needing to finish her sentence. "No bawling either!" She added. With that, she left the two of them alone with their friends.
Madam Pomfrey had said Ginny had had a simple fainting spell and that she would soon be up and about and back to normal. Ron, however, had been a mess when Harry and Hermione had found him. His crumpled body was found under the window. It had looked as though someone might have thrown him against the wall, because the window above him was cracked and Pomfrey had said something about a minor concussion. Ron's jaw was also broken, but that was repaired with a wave of Madam Pomfrey's frail fingers. The only evidence of whatever it was that Ron had gone through were his tattered and bloodstained clothes that lay in a heap in an empty chair. Madam Pomfrey, whilst checking his face, had discovered Ron had coughed up blood, probably from a blow to the stomach since there weren't any bite marks on his lips.
Though she was trying hard not to cry, Hermione said in a quivering voice, "This is all our fault, Harry."
Harry understood what she was talking about. They sat next to one another and Harry put a hand on Hermione's back in a comforting manner. "If we weren't so—"
"Ignorant," Hermione said without knowing she had read Harry's mind.
"We should have been there with him!" Harry said in a furious whisper.
Hermione was on the verge of bursting out in tears. She was always like this in dire situations. She'd been like this their first year at Hogwarts after Harry's encounter with the Dark Lord, every other time one of her boys had injured himself in some way and ended up in the Hospital Wing, and now, in her seventh year at Hogwarts, she hadn't changed at all. This time, however, it felt different to her. She felt liable this time.
Suddenly, both Hermione and Harry tensed at a soft moaning noise to their right. It was more like whimpering, really, but nonetheless, Ginny had begun to stir.
Harry began to get out of his chair, but Hermione unknowingly, and most likely accidentally, shoved Harry back into his chair on her way out of her own chair. Both worried people were at Ginny's side within seconds.
Ginny blinked several times as if she was trying to stop the room from spinning around her. Slowly, she propped herself up on her elbows and was greeted by the anxious faces of Harry and Hermione. That was all it took to remind her of what had happened before she had passed out.
"Malfoy!" Was the first thing that came out of Ginny's mouth.
"Calm down, Gin! I'm Harry," Harry said.
"Not you," Ginny said, realizing it had sounded like she was calling Harry, Malfoy. Her voice sounded like she was still rather addled, but she forgot about what she'd been talking about when she looked past Hermione's left arm. "Ron!" She squealed, pure terror present on her face.
"It's alright," Hermione said in a comforting tone, though the Ginny seemed be thinking, Alright?! "Madam Pomfrey's fixed him up. He'll be fine. He's just resting right now."
Ginny looked at her brother some more. She remembered fainting. She also remembered her brother dropping everything to catch her, but what had happened? Why was he like this, now?
"Ginny," Harry said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Can you remember what happened in the kitchen?"
Ginny stared at a spot on the white blanket covering her body from the waste down. Harry knew she was trying to recall the events, but he still had the urge to shake her. Anything to make her say something faster.
Hermione could see the perturbed yet worried look in Harry's eyes and lay a comforting hand on Ginny's right shoulder. As if Hermione's touch had brought Ginny back to reality, she looked up with sad eyes and shook her head. "No," Ginny said to Harry. "I've no idea why Ron's like," Ginny struggled for words and finally ended with a pathetic, "that."
Harry closed his eyes and it was evident that he was not pleased. It wasn't Ginny's fault she didn't know what had happened to Ron, but nonetheless, both he and Hermione were worried for their friend. Their best friend.
Alas, you're mine.
Draco's eyelids snapped open. What a dream. He couldn't remember any of it except for the very last part. A dark, hooded figure had said, "Alas, you're mine." Draco shrugged it off nonetheless. The dream was probably the result from the books his father had sent him. These weren't ordinary books because they weren't in the Hogwarts libraries— not even in the restricted section! The books his father had sent were filled with horrid facts and visuals that were even more distasteful. As soon as he was finished with Hogwarts, the plan was for him to go into the business.
Wait— why hadn't he been startled before? Draco quickly sat up. He was in a bed… a bed in the Hogwarts Infirmary! The last thing he remembered was being in the Hogwarts kitchen. Crabbe, or Goyle, or whoever, had eaten his lunch before he'd even had a fair chance at it, so he'd sneaked into the kitchen to obtain whatever bits of food he could. That was when he'd seen Weasley. That was when she… that stupid Weasley wench had petrified him. Just thinking about the embarrassing situation made his insides churn with anger, but his face, regardless, remained the same pallor.
Wait-— if he'd only been petrified, why was in the Wing? Draco cursed inwardly. Why did he suddenly have to think so much about a stupid spell?
Strangely, Draco had the sudden urge for… something. He abandoned his previous thoughts and focused on his jumpy tongue that quivered inside his mouth.
Blood… feed us blood…
Draco's eyes were plates on his face. He grabbed his hair and began pulling. What the hell was going on? Was he going mad? Madness and insanity was quite common in the Malfoy family bloodline. A family of pureblood geniuses wasn't perfect.
He abruptly froze and tried to look up at his hair, but he couldn't. His long, platinum colored strands of hair weren't in his eyes! His hair had a course feeling opposed to the regular smooth and sleek feeling it had. What the hell was going on? When someone messes with a man's hair…
Draco's temples reddened slightly. Despite his paleness, the only part of his face that had ever become any shade of red had been his temples, and that was only when he was profusely angry. Or perhaps Draco had a mild temper and wasn't angered easily; thus his whole face had never really turned any shade of red. But he was a Malfoy. That wasn't even a possibility.
Draco's sharp senses perked up and he looked to his left. In the bed next to him was Ginny Weasley and it looked as though she was sleeping.
He quickly sat up in bed and gingerly tested his feet before walking over to Ginny's bed.
All alone in a room with a defenseless woman, Draco thought. Then he imagined what his father would do and nearly gagged.
This was the same Ginny Weasley that he remembered from his second year at Hogwarts. The same runt that followed her stupid older brother and his stupid friends. So stupid. Yet she wasn't a 'little runt' anymore. Her body had obviously already taken the shape of a real woman and Draco could tell by the outline the blanket on top of her body clearly revealed. Sadly, with freckles blotched all over that crooked face of hers, no one would want her. If that didn't bother anyone worth anything, then the fact that she was a Weasley would.
A fiery rage began to build up inside of Draco and he didn't even flinch as his nails dug into the palms of his balled up fists. This woman, as he'd just thought of her as, had embarrassed him! She'd just walked into the kitchens like she owned the place or something and petrified him. Just like that!
He didn't think anymore on the matter, however, because he noticed his head was coming closer and closer to Weasley's face. An invisible force was pushing his mouth closer and closer to her. What was going on?
Blood… let us have some blood…
"Stop," Draco whispered so softly that Ginny wouldn't have heard him had she been awake.
Draco could taste blood on his tongue. He'd bitten his lips and the blood gushed freely into his mouth.
"STOP!" Draco shouted suddenly, finally freeing himself from the invisible force that had been pushing him to Ginny's head. This time, however, Weasley had woken up. Who wouldn't have? He'd just screamed for no apparent reason. Well, no apparent reason to anyone besides Draco… and the voices inside his head. Draco was practically disgusted with himself now. He just couldn't be going mad!
He was breathing hard now, but at least his lips had stopped bleeding.
The redhead fluttered her eyes for a moment and then looked at him. She sat up on her elbows and the kindest of smiles crept across her face. "So you're finally up," she said by way of greeting him.
"Yeah," Draco said, but froze immediately and the expression on his face conveyed that he was frightened to some extent.
What was up with his voice? It was so squeaky!
Ginny looked at him and sat up in bed now. "What's wrong, Ron?"
Draco's jaw nearly hit the floor. "What did you call me?"
Ginny had a confused look on her face. "Was it something I said?"
Trying to maintain his temper, Draco fumbled around the Infirmary and after knocking many things over, he bravely looked into the underside of a bedpan and suffered from the biggest shock he'd ever had.
Staring back at him from the underside of such a disgusting piece of Infirmary equipment were two blue eyes, a freckle-filled face, a large head covered with violently red hair, and a face with two abnormally large ears.
"I'm Weasley? Ron Weasley?" Draco squealed in horror and surprise. Immediately, his right hand covered his mouth as if it would help hide the squeaky voice that escaped his mouth every time he spoke.
Author's Note: Whoo! Can you believe I finished chapter two? Things are getting a bit interesting! So, if Draco is in the Infirmary, trapped in Ron's body, where is Ron with Draco's body? Yes, I'll be evil and make you wait for the next chapter to find out! The real plot hasn't really been revealed yet, but it's coming. Some pairings are becoming evident too, but keep your pants on; things are just starting to bubble…
Chapter Three: Draco, as Ron Weasley, talks to Ginny, his 'sister' and though not much is revealed, it's rather interesting. We see more of our real Ron… the poor thing doesn't have a clue about what's going on. Hermione comforts Harry, and Blaise is pissed off! Trust me, it's a lot more fun that I make it sound. ;)
Lastly, a big thanks to Eiko, Jonah, and ye ye for reviewing the first chapter!