"Now how did this happen?" Hermione asked Draco. She had lowered her wand.
"I told you the cats," Draco started.
"No, no, no what I meant was how did you two switch?"
"I don't know,"
"Load of help you are," Ron mumbled to himself.
"Shut- up Weasley!"
"Man that's weird," Ron stopped and stared at Draco.
"This is disgusting. Potter's going to ruin everything!"
"Oh like you haven't screwed things up already!" Hermione snapped.
"Yeah well I can't help that! I think you can all" the door opened.
"I don't think we should be in here," Harry said nervously.
"What do you mean? This is perfect," Maria stopped looking at the walls and tapestry and looked at him.
"Well…er…this is…,"
"Your parent's room right?" She touched the silk blankets on the bed.
"Right,"
"Perfect," She jumped on the bed and crooked her fingers at him.
"What is going on here?"
"Nothing Mum," Ron said, "We were just talking,"
"Didn't sound like 'talking' to me,"
"We, we were just- just practicing for…" Hermione started.
"A play we're putting on at school," Draco covered.
"A play?" Mrs. Weasley's eyebrows rose.
"Yeah mom don't worry about a thing," Ron stood by the door, "You can go on back now," he hustled his mother out of the room.
"We've got to be more quite," Hermione sat down exasperated on the bed.
"What is this?" Harry asked her.
"Just come here," Maria said from the bed.
"Um…," He walked towards her catiously.
"Come. I don't want to wait. You're very handsome,"
"What's the rush?" Harry tried to keep his voice steady, "I mean we'll spend the rest of our lives together won't we?" He was next to her as she turned on the bed.
"Awww… That's so sweet of you," she pulled his tie bringing him closer to her, "But I get to make that decision now don't I? We'll take it slow…"
"Thanks a lot Malfoy!" Ron hissed at him, "Now my mother is suspicious!"
"Ok, ok! Everything's my fault! Happy?!" They were arguing in whispers when suddenly Hermione got up and started pacing.
"A good cover… his his head…" she was mumbling to herself.
"I told Potter to say he hit his head if he didn't know something. Unfortunatly Maria's there," Draco's eyes go really big when he said her name, "Oh shit!"
Maria had Harry by the tie and had pulled him on top of her. She lay there kissing him for a while.
"Is there something wrong?" Maria asked.
"I-I…,"
"Are you trying to tell me that you have never done it before?" she asked softly between kisses.
"Er…,"
"Don't try that over me," She took his hands in her own and made them trail over her body, "Just explore a little. We have time," Maria slowly let go of his hands. He followed the curves of her body down to her thighs. He cleared his mind and tried to just let instinct take over.
"What?" Hermione asked. She stopped pacing and looked Draco in the eyes.
"Nothing…"
"You can't hold anything back that pertains to Harry. What is it?" Hermione was looking at him in a very stern and serious look.
'Do I tell them? What would happen if I did,' Draco thought for a moment looking at Hermione's face, 'Besides the fact she's a mudblood she is rather pretty. She really has matured,' Draco shook himself and then scolded, 'PRETTY?! How could you think such a disgusting thought?!'
"Maria Umbridge is my betrothed,"
"Yes I read that in the letter, what does that have to do anything with…" Draco stood up and glared at her.
"She is very…sexual," He hissed, "I hope that Potter knows how to handle himself because I have a reputation of being… capable," Draco's face went pink.
"That's disgusting," Ron shivered at the thought, "She's going to…"
"Yes and he's going to have to participate for mine and his sake's,"
"What happens if…"
"If he refuses? He will be punished. Maria is the only one that can marry me. Or at least for the moment," Draco turned away from the two who were looking at him if he were talking of incest, "I need him to follow what ever she wants," He turned around and faced Hermione and Ron, "I know this is against customs but," He looked at Hermione, "I need your help,"
"Is this good enough?" Harry asked as he ran his hand smoothly under her shirt on her flat stomach.
"We're going a lot further today," Maria whispered into his ear, "Let me up a little," She propped herself up against the pillows. She reached up and started undoing Harry's tie.
"I" Harry started. His heart started to race. He was getting a little too far. He had thought he would be doing this on his own terms not on some strange girl who was appointed to him by Voldemort. This was something he really did hope was a really bad dream.
"Don't worry…" She took the tie off his neck and threw it across the room, "I won't bite…much," she laughed softly.
"Hm.." Harry was still trying to keep his mind off everything especially what his hands were doing which had just found Maria's bra and Hermione. His heart was breaking. 'I'm sooo sorry Hermione,' He kept saying to himself.
"Just a little higher…"
"Wow this just went a level weirder," Ron said.
"I know," Draco said.
"What can I do?" Hermione asked.
"We need to contact Harry as soon as possible and met him," Draco started to pace, "I don't know how we're going to get around that,"
"We need to tell,"
"NO!" Draco looked at her. He tried to restore his calm, "I don't want anyone involved," Draco said and resumed pacing.
"If we don't then we may never get this fixed. And you and Harry will be stuck in each other's bodies. I really think you would rather be in Harry's position,"
"Crap! Has he ever?" Draco asked looking from Hermione to Ron and back to Hermione. When he looked at Hermione the second time his eyes flicked up and down her body. Which became ridged.
"I don't know and I hope not," Hermione said.
"If he has he never mentioned it," Ron said, "This is gross,"
"I know," Draco took to pacing again.
"Why did this have to happen?" Hermione asked as she sat down on the bed.
"RONALD WEALEY! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang through the house.
"Crap, what does she want now?" Ron ran out of the room. He turned around and was about to say something when, "RONALD!" ringed again. He turned on his heel and left. Leaving Hermione and Draco alone.
"Probably found his trap for Kretcher," Hermione informed him forgetting for a second that he wasn't Harry.
"Who's Kretcher?" Draco asked not personally caring.
"Oh!" Hermione gasped at her mistake, "He's a house elf," Hermione said trying to leave the details as vague as possible.
"So?" Draco asked.
"Never mind," Hermione said trying to make him forget she even mentioned anything. She got up and walked to the window.
Draco got a strange urge to walk behind her. He tried to repress the feeling but he allowed himself to walk behind her to look out the window.
"I wish this never happened," Hermione said as she looked out the window.
"I wish that too. But that is not what happened," Draco reached his hand out to touch her hair. Before he touched the curly brown locks she turned around. He retracked his hand as fast as possible. 'What is wrong with me?! I want to hold her! ENOUGH! This is disgusting! No more thoughts on the matter!' He walked away from her.
"This is so wrong," Hermione whispered and he heard. He stopped walking.
"Who would you tell if you were to tell someone," Draco started with his back to her, "Who would you tell?"
"Draco!" Maria drew out the name like it was the name of a god. Harry didn't know what he had done but now she was bucking like crazy underneath him, "You're so good…I'm going before the pants are off!" She rasped. Harry tried to pull away from her.
"Don't…you'll regret it!" She said between gasping breaths.
"Please I really," Harry started. She flipped him over and now was on top of him.
"You…Draco…are going…to," She spoke in a jerky manner as she started ripping off bits of clothing from both her and him, "No matter if you like it or not!" Maria only had underwear left to prevent her from her desire.
Harry decided that if he didn't make a sound he might be better off. He was wondering, 'Is this what Malfoy calls romance? This is not my idea of fun!' Maria placed her hands on his bare chest.
"Mine," She growled. She lowered herself down to kiss him and possessively put her mouth on his. Slowly she taunted him to kiss her back.
"We shouldn't…" Harry tried to stop her.
"Shh… Think of nothing if that helps…" She smiled at him, "You already have me…I'm just claiming what is mine,"
"What does it matter?" Hermione asked Draco stiffly as they stood 5 feet apart, Hermione by the window.
"I need to know, Granger," Draco turned to face her and took a step closer to her, "If I don't know then you won't be the one using magic out side of school," his eyes narrowed as he looked at her.
"Fine!" Hermione gave in but did not remove her eyes from his.
"Who?" Draco asked in a whisper.
"Gentle," Maria said in a pant feeling slightly annoyed that she had to tell Draco Malfoy, the most well handled 16 year old of the next generation of Death Eaters, "Ease your self,"
He moved into her trying not to think of anything. A strange feeling over came him. An image flashed across his eyes.
"Dumbledore, I would tell Dumbledore happy?" Hermione was talking to him.
"Tell Dumbledore what?" he asked.
Maria reached her climax and relaxed on top of Harry.
Draco fazed out of his surroundings and Hermione went out of focus. He tried to focus on Hermione but when he blinked he was no longer looking at Hermione.
"You were really good," Maria said as she lay on top of him.
"WHAT?!" Draco yelled.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked.
"What happened?!" Draco asked as he sat up on the floor.
"I don't know I told you who I would tell and you asked me, 'Tell him what?' like you hadn't been listening to a word I said, then you dropped," She was kneeling over him.
"Who was on me?" Draco asked.
"WHAT?!" Hermione yelled forgetting about everyone else in the house.
"Some one was…" Draco tried to recall the scene, "Damn! They were…" Draco shut his eyes.
"What? What happened?" Hermione asked. She helped Draco up off the floor.
"Damn it," Draco said, "Maria and Potter…" Draco looked at Hermione. He realized that Hermione was only 3 inches shorter than him.
"What?" she asked with a confused and worried look on her face. He noticed a premature wrinkle across her forehead. He had never stood this close to her before.
"You have a wrinkle," Draco pointed out, "Just there," he brushed his finger across the wrinkle.
"What?" she inhaled when he touched her, "Don't touch me!" Hermione pulled away from him immediately. Draco shook himself. 'What the hell is wrong with me?!'
"I'm sorry," 'What's WORNG?!' Draco screamed at himself.
"Who are you?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"How would you be able to tell if I lied?" Draco asked her. Trying to figure out what was wrong with him.
"I-I don't know…" Hermione stood rigidly beside the window.
"Something's not right," Draco became dizzy and his eyes went out of focus again, "Help…. me…" he reached out to a fading figure of Hermione. He didn't think of why he asked her for help he just knew that he was falling.
Maria got off Harry and left him on the bed. She magically restored their clothes.
"You did a good job. We have my blessing," At that she walked out of the room closing the door behind her. Harry didn't know what to do but as he rolled onto the side of the bed trying to clear his mind, the world started to spin.
