The Village On the Malfoy Property
Harry found a trail that went through the village and followed it for a while. There were little shops and nice looking people in the village that were milling around. Everyone seemed to know Draco and they were calling out to Harry as he walked by.
"How is the Master, sir?" some old man asked him as he turned to walk into a shop.
"Errr…He's alright," Harry tried to answer.
"How is the Misses of the house?" the man pressed.
"Errr…Fine. Thanks," Harry tried to keep walking to look at the contents of the little shop.
"That's good to hear!" the old man followed him into the shop.
"Errr…How have you been?" Harry tried to be nice to the old man because the shop keeper had greeted Harry and not the old man. He seemed that no one really liked him.
"Why thank you sir!" the man bowed to him, "I have been doing well," the man looked at him with an astonished face.
"What?" Harry asked the man when he saw his face.
"Nothing sir," the man smiled.
"Whatever," Harry started walking around the shop. There were bits and bobs that didn't really mean anything to him. 'This must be a wizarding village' Harry thought to himself. Nothing in the shop interested him so he walked out the old man was still following him and seemed to like the fact that he had some one who was willing to talk…for now.
"I'm really fond of the yellow roses that the Misses wanted in the front court yard…" the man was talking to him even though Harry wasn't listening. 'Malfoy must come here often,' "The horses are doing fine too… had to clean the stales a couple days ago… guy didn't even show up…" Harry stopped in front of a small dirty looking shop. There were books piled out side the door and in the windows were the binding of books. Harry peeked in the doorway and saw that no one was in there…or at least not visable.
"Sir? Did you forget?" the man asked. Harry gave him a funny look.
"What do you mean?"
What Happens in the Closet; Stays"Draco?" Hermione asked Draco pulled away from her.
"Hmmm….you taste really sweet," Draco whispered his breath on her face.
"Draco… I really don't think this is a-," Hermione started but Draco put his mouth on hers.
"Shhh…" Draco insisted before he went for another kiss.
"Draco…" Hermione said during one of their breathers, "Really," she gave him a stern look but remembered that he couldn't see her, "Draco we shouldn't," Hermione turned her face away from Draco and he ended up kissing her cheek.
"Hermione! Come on!" he pulled up a little away from her face, "What's wrong,"
"No… Draco I know this is nice and all and I'm not cold any more but we can't," Hermione tried to find his face and did, she put her hands on his cheeks, "Not if you're Harry…Not even if you were in your own body…"
"So there is no help for…"
"Draco there is no 'us' there will never be any 'us'…"
"Ok Miss Pessimist. Let's just enjoy,"
"Draco," she told him sternly, "I like Harry. When we do this…when we kiss…for me you are Harry not Draco Malfoy… it's toying with my emotions," Hermione ended softly. Her hands slipped down back into her lap, "I'm sorry,"
"It's ok," Draco said, "I understand," 'no it's not ok! I love her?' Draco asked him self he found it odd that he had been so sure when he started thinking 'I love' and then he questioned himself. This never happened before. 'She only kissed me because she thought that I was Potter. Nothing more,'
"Do you think there might be a bleed over from his mind to mine?" Draco asked sincerely still leaning over Hermione.
"Maybe," Hermione was silent for a while, "What do you think is going to reverse this? What if everything you do in each other's bodies are going to affect you, mentally, when you return?" Hermione asked thinking of all consequences.
"I don't know," Draco said, "Should we tell?"
"Ron has probably already done that for us," Hermione gently reminded, "How long do you think you're going to be nice to us all?" Draco settled back down on his part of the closet floor.
"I don't know. Maybe until I talk to Weasley," it felt weird calling Ron by his last name, "Odd," Draco said as he pressed a hand to his chest.
"Are you ok?" Hermione asked.
"No, I don't think so," Draco gave a painful sigh, "It's really funny actually," Draco felt like a hand was pressing against his lungs, "It hurts,"
"Where does it hurt? Your- the scar?" Hermione slipped. 'She thinks I'm Harry. That's the only reason she is nice to me,' a pain shot through him, nothing to do with the hand pressing on his lungs, 'Potter' as he thought that the hand pressed a little more, 'What does he have that I don't have?' Draco thought. The hand pressed a little harder.
"Draco?" Hermione asked, "are you alright?" she put a hand to his face in the dark, "Draco?"
"Huh?" Draco jumped out of his thoughts at her voice.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah,"
"What happened?" Hermione put her hand to his forehead, "You're running a fever. You should try and get some sleep," Hermione told him.
"Um…" Draco was thinking of telling her, "I don't," as he started the lie the hand pressed hard enough that he gasped.
"Draco?!" Hermione said getting really worried, "What is going on,"
"It seems," Draco started and the hand left him for now, "That each time I feel jealous or try to lie…this hand presses on my lungs and I can't breath. Have you ever heard of something like that?" Draco asked Hermione in the dark.
"No. But it seems as if you have to be nice," Hermione asked, "Is that what it was?"
"Yeah something like that," Draco was now going to have to be truthful, "Do I really have a fever?" he asked Hermione, and her hand was touching his forehead again.
"Yeah you have a fever. You really should get some rest," Hermione said and she turned on her side and put her head on his chest.
"Hermione?" Draco asked confused that she was laying on him, "What are you doing?"
"Getting comfortable what else would I be doing?" Hermione asked with closed eyes.
"I was just wondering," Draco said slightly nervously, "Why are you being nice to me?"
"I…" Hermione paused for a minute, "I don't know. I guess…oh I don't want to say… It's stupid," Hermione said conscious of her idea.
"I don't think it would be stupid," Draco said trying to make her feel better.
"Oh no you would,"
"Why don't you let me make that decision?"
