Nothing to really say... WOOOHOO, I just got Singstar, lol! Just thought I'd tell everyone.

But so many people didn't want me to create drama - it was betrayal. But; as the majority wants... enjoy...

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Draco – yes, the real Draco – whistled down the corridor, out of hiding and made his way back to the dungeons. He was in a relatively good mood and smiled at the passing group of 5th year girls, and winked at the tall one. He left them giggling, far too much for even 5th years. Draco wondered what Potter was doing at the moment; he'd laughed if he saw Harry cornered by some Slytherins if they figured him out. Hilarious; in fact; he'd laugh when Hermione found out... if she could spot the difference.

Wait. Potter... and Hermione. Hermione thinking Potter was Draco; alone with him. Hermione alone with Potter, looking like Draco, who still might be madly in love with her. Hermione not knowing. Potter. In love. Still.

Oh hell; fuck me Merlin; you little piece of shit.

Draco began running towards his room. Where Hermione would be waiting for him. Where Potter would most likely have gone to after dinner, looking like Draco.

Oh Shit.

"Screw you!" he shouted the password with passion; the entrance swung open. Fellow Slytherins looked confused, not remembering if the saw him exit his room, let alone their commons. Malcolm and Blaise looked towards his door questioningly, with eyebrows raised, showing surprise.

Oh Fuck.

Some tried to strike conversation with him. Draco waved them off; he concentrated on the door. Did he really want to see what was going on in his room? Did he really want to know that Harry had betrayed him? Draco closed his eyes, rubbing them in and prepared for the sight he dreaded; but expected.

Draco grabbed the door knob.

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"H-Hermione," Harry began, surely Hermione would notice the difference between them as Harry stuttered!

"Yes, Draco?" Harry flinched at the name. Hermione began kissing him while she was pressed up against him. He couldn't go through with it, surely?

Screw this; he could.

Harry began kissing back, not caring that he was taking advantage of her. Her hands began stroking his body, she looked at him expectantly. He ran his hand over her body. Too tightly.

"Ow," Hermione complained slightly underneath her breath; not used to this forceful side.

"Sorry," Harry apologized. Hermione's eyes expanded dramatically. Was Draco apologizing?? "I mean..." Harry tried to correct his mistake.

Hermione froze, stood back and just stared at him searchingly; there was something different about Draco. Yet familiar; Hermione couldn't place it. Harry noticed her withdraw from him.

Harry swept her up in his arms and dunked her on the bed. Hermione lay unmoving; she was definitely sure there was something different. Harry flipped her over and stared at her for a while. No.

No; he couldn't go through with this.

"Hermione," He began, she continued examining him, "Uh..." it was getting uncomfortable, "I... gotta... fresh up..." he excused himself with a Muggle phrase. Harry practically ran towards the door.

He grabbed the handle, which was too easy to turn. Someone was trying to enter the room; but the charms were doing their job. Harry finally unlocked the door and opened.

Malfoy stared ahead, not betraying any shock that Harry was in there with the door lock and charmed so well. Draco couldn't see Hermione, but he already knew she was in there; just as well, as Hermione couldn't see the real Draco in turn.

Draco looked at Harry, his face hardened and cold. The Slytherins stared, Draco had a twin?

Harry stepped out of the room, leaving Hermione behind.

"Polyjuice potion," Draco clarified for the Slytherins,

"Look, I-I, I'm sorry Draco," Harry began; the Slytherins immediately knew who the impostor was, "even go in there, she'll tell you, nothing happened!"

Draco wanted to believe him. He walked into the room; Hermione was underneath the bed sheets, her bare shoulders exposed. Draco predicted she was naked.

"Ready to finish what you've started?" Hermione asked coyly.

Draco slammed the door and turned back to Harry.

"Yes, Potter, I'm sure nothing happened. I stepped in there and she was grinning from ear to ear asking me to 'finish what I've started'," Draco sneered, his eyes shotting darts of hatred towards Harry,

"N-NO!" Harry denied, "I didn't" he shook his head,

"Leave," Draco said quietly.

Why couldn't he raise his voice?

"B-But," Harry began,

"He said leave," Malcolm enforced. A shield of Slytherins surrounded the real Draco.

"Fine," Harry agreed quickly and headed for an exit. A stirring feeling in his stomach warned him he was about to transform back to his original self.

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Why? Why did I even begin to trust these Gryffindors?

So typical, spoiled blood; no tradition whatsoever.

Draco looked down on the sleeping Hermione, his pride hurting. Why did I even let it come close to me; let alone snog me. He could hear her breathing; breathing his air. A Mudblood was breathing on him!!

He quickly got out of bed, scared to further taint himself. What had he done? How did he get into this? Always a long term thinker, Draco was... confused. Why had he gotten himself involved with the Mudblood and with that, Merlin Forbid, Potter? Now... now he was opposing his father. He was going against everything his father had believed in... everything he himself believed in.

Hermione stirred, woken by Draco's swift movement.

"Hey," she grinned at him.

Filthy Mudblood.

– Note to self: Always call the Mudblood by her rightful name whenever possible. Except out loud. –

"Hi," he replied curtly, throwing Hermione her clothes from the other end of the room.

"What's wrong?" she asked, confused by his actions,

"Nothing," he grimaced, "get out," he decided,

"What?" Hermione was worried,

"I said get out," he muttered underneath his breath with a tone full of seriousness,

"O-Okay... Draco," she was fearful of this side of Draco; first he was timid, now he's.... Hermione hadn't decided. She picked up her clothes and quickly dressed. Draco had averted his eyes to the ceiling. He never did this. He had alway lazily watch her dress.

Hermione walked out of his room, slowly, confounded by what had come over Draco. He watched her leave; was it worth it?

Draco always assumed he had some sort of fling with the mudblood; it'll always disappear...sometime; somehow. That's how he described whatever feelings he had grown for her. When it was no longer about pissing Potter off; when he simple couldn't give a damn about his obsession to destroy Potter.

First it all started with the kiss... how she didn't even pull away as he tugged at her hair; daring her to. How they broke up and – whether he'd admit it or not – he couldn't get his mind off her. If he really thought about it now; as he was; he'd notice it didn't appear as if this mudblood was a 'fling'. Then he was even so desperate as to get Potter, his arch nemesis, for help.

He'd always, assume that he was messing with Potter; that he had everything under control. When he offered help; Draco just had to accept. Draco thought it was because he knew Potter still had feelings for the Mudblood; that he'd screw with Potter's mind even more. Until he realised that he wasn't. That the disastrous Potter, mascot and hero of the Gryffindor house, was growing on him as well. That he and the one boy that resembled everything about Gryffindors; resembling everything he hated about the stupid GRYFFINDORS!

What was happening to him? The Slytherins tried asking him this several times. He'd always brush them off, as he knew they'll never understand his plan. But did he understand his own plan? No. Not anymore.

Damn them.

Why was he helping the Mudblood, when his ploy only meant hurting her? Why was he working with Potter, when his purpose was to damage the Gryffindor beyond imaginable? Why was he going to break into his own home, where it was dangerous when he wasn't even breaching the system? Why was he going to deceive his own father; his idle whom he hoped to please whenever possible... even when it wasn't possible? Why was he going to betray his heritage; his bloodline?

Damn them.

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Looks like Draco's having second thoughts.