The Library
"Did I forget what?" Harry asked the old man.
"The shop keeper…" the old man looked at him with concern, "I thought your mother told you,"
"Well tell me it. I don't remember," Harry stepped into the shop and the man followed.
"The shop keeper died last week. No one has any idea of why he died. There was no sign of curse or anything. Sir perhaps he was too old or something but he just walked out of his shop and fell down…dead," The old man ended dramatically.
"Oh," Harry looked over his shoulder at the old man, "What does that have to do with me entering the shop?" Harry asked not seeing the point the old man was trying to make.
"Nothing I guess sir…"
"Ok then," Harry had been getting really annoyed with him because he had been talking to him for the longest time.
Harry walked farther into the shop. There were piles on piles of books. 'Looks sort of like Flourish and Blots' Harry thought to himself. There were dirty signs over the piles. One said "Spells for The Holidays," another said, "Potions," the books under that sign had titles like 'A Witch's Guide to Perfect Potions,' and 'The Five Minute Forgetting Potion,' and other things like that.
He walked around to the back of the shop and read a sign that said, "Room to the Books of Legend," Harry went to open the door but the old man found him.
"Master! I found you! There is an owl for you!" the old man had an envelope in his hand. He gave Harry the letter and Harry opened it.
Harry,
I know this is crazy but I told my mum and Dumbledore and they already knew! Dumbledore said that he can get the door open and Herm would be ok. I was really scared. Malfoy in your body can be very dangerous.
See ya later.
Ron
P.S.
Dumbledore said he was going to come and pick you up so be some where open.
Harry read the letter and furrowed his brow, 'How did Dumbledore find out?' Harry ran out of the shop and ran down the street trying to find an open clearing. Maybe he had to get off the Malfoy property.
"Fine but no laughing!" Hermione tried to make him promise.
"Depends on how funny it is. But I'll try and not laugh," Draco smiled.
"When you kissed me and then I found out who you were it didn't really bother me. Even when you kissed me in here I…" Hermione paused.
"Did you like it?" Draco asked.
"Yes," Hermione looked up at him from his chest even though she couldn't see him, "Did you like?"
"Yes, you are really a great kisser," Draco looked down at where he thought her face should be, "I really do" You're disgusting. The voice in his head called him. You're a disgrace to your family. Your father will hear about this and will disown you or kill you. The latter would be best. 'Shut up I don't care. I'm not in my own body and if I were stuck like this for the rest of my life I would' what would you do if you were stuck in Potter's body for the rest of your life? What do you think your father would do? Probably kill your body and then you would have to kill the Dark Lord yourself instead of Potter killing him. 'SHUT UP! I DON'T CARE WHAT HE THINKS ANY MORE!'
"You really do what?" Hermione asked.
"Huh?" Draco asked.
"You just asked me… are you ok? Maybe you should get some rest," Hermione offered, "Here lets just get some rest it'll make the time go by faster," she sat with her back against the wall now. Draco moved into a more comfortable position and pulled his legs closer to him and the coats up past his chin.
"I'm sorry,"
"About what?" Hermione asked as she snuggled next to him.
"About all the years of torment and for calling you mudblood and any other evil thing I ever said to you. I never realized that muggle-borns could be nice and anything other than filth. I bet that's my father speaking," Draco apologized.
"Some how I can forgive you," Hermione said from his side under a coat.
"Really? What if," Draco started, "What if I were stuck like this for ever? What would you do?" Draco was worried that she would hate him.
"Well…I don't think you're going to be stuck like this for too much longer,"
"Hermione, it's only been a day,"
"Right but…" Hermione was thinking, "What if you have to understand each other?!" Hermione asked with excitement.
"Maybe,"
"What kind of legend was it?" Hermione asked.
"Um…It was about two opposite cats going to enemies and they switch bodies at midnight after they have both touched the cats. Why?"
"There might be a book on it!" Hermione said wanting to run to the library and look through all the books.
"Might there? I don't know the legend may be too old…" Draco said skeptically.
"Now who's being a pessimist?" Hermione laughed a little.
Harry was standing in a field out side of the village.
"Come on! Where are you?" Harry was saying out loud to himself. A small 'POP!' came from somewhere behind him. When he turned around no one was there.
"Harry!" Dumbledore's voice came out, "Come here I'm under an invisibility cloak," Harry walked close to where Dumbledore's voice came from. Dumbledore flipped the cloak over him.
"Let's get you back to Headquarters," Dumbledore said and then held out a bottle, "This is a portkey. Three…Two…One," Dumbledore and Harry were transported back to headquarters.
"Hello Harry," some one said as they helped him up.
"Thanks, Mr. Weasley," Harry said.
"Wait a minute…Where's the other kid?" Tonks asked.
"The Room of Disgusting and Horrible Pictures with a Disappearing Door," Dumbledore answered as he aparted to the room.
"Ha ha. I was just thinking that you would say something like that," Draco said, "I'm getting cold again,"
"I think I know the remedy for that," Hermione said playfully.
"What happened to the, 'there will never be an 'us' and there never will be'? Hmmm?"
"Well…I think I'm getting cold again too…" Hermione said. She turned her face up towards him.
"I think I can help too," Draco said he put his hand to her cheek and kissed her passionately.
Harry, Tonks and Mr. Weasley all ran up the stairs. Harry saw Ron standing by a door next to Dumbledore.
"Ron!" Harry called out. Ron looked at him and was at first confused but then remembered.
"This is bloody crazy!" Ron told Harry as they looked at each other, "Malfoy locked the door! He is the stupidest git if I ever saw one!"
"Stand back!" Dumbledore warned and everyone stood at the top of the stairs. He sent a spell at the door and it hit it and the door fell down with a loud BANG.
