"Um…Ginny, why don't you have a talk with Hermione for us," Fred said slowly.

"We'll talk with these three," George finished. Hermione ran out the door and Ginny angrily followed her.

"Well I think you have some explaining to do," Fred, George, Mr. Weasley and Lupin all walked in the room. Mrs. Weasley was standing in the doorway rooted to the spot in horror.

"Molly…" Mr. Weasley started to tell his wife, "Maybe you should go fix me a strong cup of tea," he looked at her pointedly. She got the look and she walked down the stairs, shell-shocked.

"Now Harry, Ron, Draco," Lupin started delicately, "I want you all to explain yourselves. What happened here? We heard quite a bit. Now Ron, what happened?" Ron couldn't look any of them in the eye as he told them what the argument was about.

"Really?" Fred raised a skeptical eyebrow, "Is that what they did?" he turned towards Draco, "You touched Hermione?"
"How dare you!" George snarled, "I'm going to break every bone in your ungrateful body! You slimy git!" George lunged towards him but Harry stopped him.

"GEORGE! You can't break his bones! If you do… you'll be breaking my bones instead!" Harry tried to make him sit down, which proved easier said then done.

"We can bloody fix them after I'm done! Hermione's like a sister and that's like him… Never mind it doesn't matter! He could have done much worse and probably did more then he's letting on!" George tried to get at Draco again but Fred, Harry and now Ron were restraining him.

"George!" Mr. Weasley stood in front of Draco, "Will you at least just listen to what he has to say?" George consented and agreed to remain seated, but he continued to glare.

Draco told them everything that happened in the closet and in the Room of Disgusting and Horrible Pictures. Well maybe not everything.

Harry was not happy that Hermione had kissed Draco. Besides wasn't it only just last night that they had shared a kiss? What was going on? Jealously coursed through Harry like he had never felt before. Damn those Weasleys! Why must I remain here? Why do they just sit there listening to Malfoy's excuses?! We should kill him. Yes that's the solution to all my problems! One evil voice told him but another came in just as quick. No if we kill him while he's in my body I won't be able to return to it. I'll be stuck being Draco Malfoy for the rest of my life! The second voice reasoned. But the evil one didn't stop. It's not really that bad being a Malfoy you know. You can get into trouble and not get punished more than half the time. You could absolutely stink at potions and you would pass Snape's class with ease. You could tease people and it wouldn't make a difference. Come on Harry Potter, you know that you'd like to be bad. The evil voice tried but the second came back strongly. No I don't want to be bad. The Malfoy's are a pack of Death Eaters and they support Voldemort! I don't want to support him! In any way! He murdered my parents! I will never go to the dark side! I will never become evil! No matter how hard you try! I will always support Albus Dumbledore! The second retaliated.

But what about yourself? Hmmm? Dumbledore was always telling you what to do… Bossing you around.

That was to keep me safe!

Keeping you in the dark…

It was for my own protection!

That's what he wants you to think.

Dumbledore would never put me in harms way!

He's using you Harry Potter. Dumbledore only wants you to live so you can kill Voldemort. He doesn't care about you. He just wants to rid the world of the evil and then be on his merry old way.

That's a lie! You don't even know Dumbledore!

Do you?

Of course I do! Who do you think I am?

Draco Malfoy.

I am not Draco Malfoy! You know it!

How can you be so sure about that?

You called me by my name!

Yes I did, didn't I? Draco.

No before that! You called me Harry Potter!

"Are you alright Harry?" Lupin was standing in front of him with his hands on Harry's shoulders.

"Yes, Professor," Harry said out of habit.

"Don't call me 'professor'. Please Harry I am no longer your teacher,"
"Sorry…Lupin,"Lupin smiled.

"Now what was it that you were saying?" Lupin asked him.

"What?" Harry looked a little frightened. Did they hear the conversation? The evil voice answered but Harry ignored it.

"You said something about not being Draco and that someone knows who you are," Ron said as he and Fred sat on opposite sides of George.

"Do you need to lie down?" Lupin asked.

"No I'm fine thanks," Harry said. He was slightly confused. I've never been that jealous before. What's getting into me?! Harry did sit down across from Draco. Draco was staring at him like he wanted to say something.

"What is it Malfoy? What do you want?" Harry asked him. Draco's eyes darted around the room.

"I need to talk to you," he glanced over at the Weasley's and Lupin, "Alone,"

"Don't go Harry!" Ron warned, "It might be a trap,"

"Yeah right, Weasley! Why would I want to hurt my own body?" Draco asked in a sarcastic tone.

"I don't know! You're a Malfoy! I don't know your tactics!"

"Good, then you wouldn't mind if we talked Potter?" Draco asked again ignoring Ron's protests.

"What's it going to be about?" Harry asked not quiet ready to trust him.

"Something important," Draco said looking him in the eyes stressing that it was important.

"Fine," Harry consented then turned to Mr. Weasley and Lupin, "Can we talk please?"

"Yes," Lupin got up and whispered, "Just be careful, Harry" everyone left leaving Draco and Harry alone in the room.

"What did you want to talk about?" Harry asked slightly annoyed.

"You're starting to act like me, Potter," Draco looked at his body, "You're even starting to stand like me. Hermione and I-"

"I don't want to hear about this," Harry started to walk away but Draco stopped him.

"Potter, wait,"
"For what?! You kissed her. You spent hours with her in a dark closet! What am I supposed to hear?! I can already imagine what you did to her!" Harry tried to get to the door but Draco stopped him again.

"Look… We didn't do anything more than kiss! I know you two already kissed last night." Harry's face was like stone.

"How do you know?" he started clenching his fists.

"I…" He mumbled something that Harry couldn't hear.

"How did you find out?!" Harry asked angrily.

"I pretended to be you," Draco then rushed to explain himself, "I didn't expect you two had kissed. I was just going to get back at you for not telling me about Maria! That's the only reason why,"
"Well," Draco could see he was having trouble containing his anger, "Did you like it? Do you enjoy ruining my life?!"

"Sometimes…But this was different. When we got talking in the closet we brainstormed and-"

"And what?! Spoiled her?! WHAT JUST TELL ME IT BEFORE I HURT YOU!" Harry shouted.

"Ok, ok, ok! Don't yell! We brainstormed and came up with an idea…" Harry tapped his foot in an impatient Malfoy manor, "We might be having bleed overs from each other,"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Do you love Hermione?"

"No why would I love a mudblood?!" Harry blanched, "Oh my god. I called Hermione a…" Harry looked at Draco, "What's going on?!" he was getting nervous.