A/N: I've gotten a lot of new reviewers, plus reviews from older reviewers, I'm glad those who came back came back and that the new people who read it, enjoy it! This chapter will be astonishing!!!!!

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ginger newts: They'll make up soon enough, this story will only last until the next Monday. As you can see, I've changed the chapters so that each chapter is a day. I hope my Grandma gets internet too!

LinZE: Here's more, thanks so much for saying it was fab!

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Lady Alionae: That's a good idea, just not for this story. It would be too much for one story. It would be taking the attention off of Minerva and Albus and transferring the whole plot into something else. Why don't you write a story about Hermione and someone else and about how they switch bodies. I don't mind if you use my idea, just credit me to it!

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Chapter Five, Friday:

The next day, when Albus woke up in Minerva's bed, he kept his eyes shut tightly. He didn't want to get up and face the day. He remembered the fight he and Minerva had had, and he felt his anger returning. What right did she have to say that if they were discovered it was all his fault. It wasn't as if she did anything right either. She didn't even teach. she didn't have to cover up as much everyday. He groaned and rubbed Minerva's face. It was getting really tiresome to be in her body.

He made his way over to the closet. He'd show Minerva. She'd really be worried by the time he got through. He pulled out plain blue robes and transfigured them bright green. Chartreuse green. Albus grinned. Oh, this was going to be good.

Minerva stretched and grunted. What a day this was going to be. The first thing that popped into her mind was the whole thing about the roses. She was beginning to think that it wasn't true after all. Albus? In love with her? Never! Especially not after last night. She frowned. Spiteful old cat was she? Well she'd show him. He'd really be sorry by the time she got through.

She went over to Albus' closet and pulled out a set of bright robes with stripes on them. She quickly transfigured them into plain navy blue dress robes and slipped them on. She looked in the mirror. Hmm. Suddenly a grin spread across her face. She grabbed an elastic band and quickly put Albus' hair in a tight bun. She giggled. He really did look funny that way.

Albus flipped Minerva's hair over his shoulder and went into the bathroom. "Ah!" he screamed. Minerva was bleeding. He put his hands to his head. "What do I do, what do I do? She could be seriously injured. Oh what do I do?" What was wrong with her? It was INTERNAL bleeding. He could barely even look at it, it was....down THERE. Albus took a deep breath. "Ok, Albus. What could the problem be?" Then it hit him. It was simply Minerva's monthly period! He groaned and rubbed Minerva's forehead. What did he do now? He opened her bathroom cabinet. There! Sanitary napkins. He pulled down a box and took one out. Now, what did you DO with these things? He examined it, then looked at the box. He peeled the strip off, and put it in, sticky side down in Minerva's underwear. He grimaced. "This is so gross! How do women stand it?" When he was done he sat down and took a deep breath. This was going to be a looong day.

Minerva and Albus met in the hallway outside the Great Hall and stared at each other, mouths open.

"Those are the UGLIEST robes I've ever seen!" Minerva thought.

"What did she do to my HAIR!?" Albus shrieked in his head.

Outwardly, they turned up their noses and stormed into the Great Hall, ignoring each other.

When they sat down in their seats, their co-workers stared at them, amazed. What had come over their Headmaster and Mistress?

At the Gryffindor table, Hermione nudged Harry in the ribs. "Look at Professor McGonagall! And Professor Dumbledore!"

Ron and Harry looked up and started laughing. "Look at Dumbledore's HAIR!" Ron cracked up.

Hermione shook her head. "I'm going to find out what happened for sure, and soon!"

When Minerva and Albus sat down, they shot each other haughty looks and then turned away. Minerva stood up and announced the meal, to the giggles of the children at her-Albus'-hair.

When they started eating, Albus picked up his fork in Minerva's right hand and shooting her a "Hah, see that!?" look and stuffed it in her mouth, barely getting it all in.

Minerva merely raised her eyebrows and right in front of him, she held up a lemon drop.

Albus opened his mouth. She wouldn't!

She would. She took her water goblet and ground the lemon drop to a pulp. Or a powder, actually.

Albus' eyes widened. She did!

Minerva reached into her pocket and pulled out a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean.

Albus' mouth opened again. Not that! Anything but that!

Minerva studied the bean, looked at Albus, and then popped it into Albus' mouth, chewing satisfactorily.

Albus' mouth closed. How could she!?

Minerva turned away from Albus, a little smile on her face, and continued eating.

They did this all day, even while working, and when the other wouldn't see them. While teaching, Albus acted as little Minerva-like as possible, and in the office, Minerva cleaned everything she could get her hands on, and organized everything else. She also ate nothing but Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans all day. When Severus came up to tell her something; she straightened his collar and gave him tips for cleaning his robes.

He stared at her, alarmed, and ran to talk to Poppy.

"Poppy, you need to talk to the Headmaster!"

"What on earth for?"

He explained to her what had happened, and immediately they both went back up to Albus' office.

When Minerva told them to come in, Poppy and Severus let themselves in and stood in front of Albus' desk.

Minerva looked up. "Yes?"

Poppy and Severus looked at each other.

"Albus, dear," said Poppy. "Are you feeling alright?"

Minerva held back a smile. "Yes, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, you've been acting awful strange lately," said Severus.

"I'm fine," said Minerva, smiling at them.

"Well, ok then," said Poppy, not really too sure.

She grabbed Severus' sleeve and pulled him along behind her. "Come along, Severus."

When they had closed the door behind them, Minerva sighed and rubbed her forehead. She didn't like fighting with Albus. Never had. It was draining her.

At lunch, Minerva and Albus sat next to each other, but refused to look at each other.

Albus talked and laughed with his employees, pretending not to notice the strange looks they were giving him. They'd never seen Minerva so outgoing before.

They'd also never seen Albus so quiet before.

Albus turned to Minerva, and grinning at her, speared her least favorite food, broccoli on a fork and put it in his mouth.

Minerva narrowed her eyes. It was on! She grabbed a rubber band and quickly put Albus' beard into a bun.

Albus' eyes widened. Not his beard!

He glared at her, and then pulling a convenient pair of scissors out of his pocket, took a lock of Minerva's long silky black hair and held it out, raising his eyebrows.

Minerva's mouth opened, and a worried look crossed her face. Not her hair!

Albus closed the scissors gently around the lock of hair, just about to cut it.

Minerva reached over and tried to grab the scissors out of his hand. He held his hand out of reach, and she nearly fell into his lap.

"Don't you dare cut my hair!" She shrieked, causing a great portion of the Great Hall to look at her.

"I wasn't!" Exclaimed Albus.

"You were going to! Give me those scissors!"

"No!"

Severus looked at Poppy, who was sitting next to him, and she shrugged.

"YES!" Minerva was getting loud. She was sick and tired of this whole thing with Albus. It wasn't her hair, it was the fact that he was so stubborn! She almost felt like crying. "Don't you dare!"

Albus stared at her. He'd never seen her so worked up, even when she was in her own body. And all over a little piece of hair?

"Calm down, Mi-ALBUS," he said to her, noticing all of the attention they were getting.

"Albus?" She asked, breathless. "Why don't you tell them the truth, hmm?"

Albus looked around and gave a weak smile. "Uh, he'll be alright," he said.

"Give me the scissors!" Minerva said.

Albus put them in his pocket. "No, I'm not, I don't trust you with them."

"You don't trust me!?" Minerva looked amazed. "I'm not the one that was about to cut off your hair!"

The teachers around them were getting more and more confused not really knowing what to do.

"I don't trust YOU!" Minerva shouted. "I'm sick and tired of you acting the way you are!"

"Me!?" Albus was getting angry, and he took a deep breath, trying to hold back his anger.

The whole Great Hall was staring at them, open-mouthed.

"You haven't been acting any better, ALBUS!"

"Stop calling me that!" Minerva yelled.

"I'll call you whatever I PLEASE!" Albus yelled back louder.

Something in Minerva snapped and she reared back, and slapped Albus hard across her own face.

There were gasps all through the room.

"Headmaster!" Severus said incredulously.

Minerva covered her mouth, and stared at herself. Albus was looking at the floor, and he slowly lifted her eyes to look into his own.

Minerva looked greatly worried, as if she expected Albus to slap her back.

Albus swallowed, and he daintily wiped his mouth with a napkin, and put it on his plate. He stood up and swept past Minerva, nearly knocking his chair over. He left the Great Hall quickly, Minerva's jaw clenched.

Minerva swallowed herself, and stared after her retreating form.

She looked up and met Severus' eyes. He was looking at her, questioningly, his eyes wide.

She looked around and turned pink. What a scene she'd caused! Everyone was looking at her; practically every mouth was hanging open, all eyes wide.

She set down her own napkin. "Excuse me," she murmured under her breath, and turning, left the room.

Albus went straight to Minerva's chambers and sank down on the bed, his head in his hands.

He had never seen Minerva so angry! He hated fighting with her. Although he'd never had such a big fight with her before. He rubbed Minerva's cheek. It still hurt where she'd slapped him.

He laid back on the bed and thought.

He and Minerva needed to talk. But not tonight. He sighed. He still had classes to teach too. This was going to be a longer day than he had thought it would. He would just have to talk to Minerva tomorrow.

He shook his head. He still couldn't believe Minerva had slapped him! She was very feisty. He smiled. He wondered if Minerva was cute when she was in her own body and angry.

He never noticed the fact that he wasn't supposed to be thinking she was cute, in any way.

Ron looked at Hermione and Harry. "What was that!?" he exclaimed.

Harry shopok his head. "I've never seen them so angry at each other before!"

"I've never seen them angry at each other, period," Hermione said.

"I can't believe Dumbledore SLAPPED McGonagall!" Ron said.

"Well remember," said Hermione. "If my hunch is true, that they've switched..." she leaned closer to them. "Bodies somehow, then it was the other way around; McGonagall slapped Dumbledore."

"You know," Harry said, waving his fork. "You two are a lot like McGonagall and Dumbledore."

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances. "Us?" said Hermione, cutting her sandwich. "How?"

"Well," said Harry. "When you get mad at each other, you REALLY get mad. You're also best friends."

Ron shrugged. "Ok."

"You know what?" Hermione said. "I think that Dumbledore and McGonagall might be in love."

Ron and Harry stared at her and she turned pink. "Not like Ron and I are like that," she mumbled.

Ron's eyes widened and he pretended to look interested in his casserole.

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched as he tried to hold back a smile. Now THIS was funny.