-sigh-
I'm not really thrilled with the last chapter, but I'm going to keep going anyhow.
A week had past, and still no change. Harry himself in ecense was becoming more and more like Malfoy, and vise versa for his enemy. They needed to find a way to change back, and soon. Dumbledore wouldn't even help them, said it was something they had to learn to do on their own. HA, like that was possible. The group of six had been spending 'time' together, working on solving this mysterious puzzle of a spell. Pansy always was reading, and Hermione could have not had a care for this work. Blaize and Ron stayed relatively the same as they had been previous, bored and sarcastic.
"If only there was a way… Maybe this is like a Polyjuice Potion." Commented Blaize one day at lunch as he, Pansy and Draco sat munching away on some sandwiches.
"It can't be you prat, if it was we'd be back to normal. It can't have been a potion anyhow, we didn't drink anything." Pansy replied coldly as she slammed her book shut. Draco made no comment, this was becoming a confusing mess.
"Well, maybe it was slipped into our drinks." Blaize retorted madly as he punched the table with the side of his fist.
"It's still lasting too long! Do you ever use your head!"
"Ever consider using yours?"
"Big words for such a small man!" Pansy said with a sneer as her eyes flicked down to his hips and then back to Blaize's face. If Ron were in his true body, he'd be red right now, but apparently Blaize didn't flush easily.
"And you're one to talk. You fl-"
"SHUT. UP!" Draco howled and stood, almost tipping his drink. "I'm tired of you two arguing all the time, just keep your mouths closed if you aren't going to say anything useful." And, with that, he stormed off in a blur of black robes, a green and silver tie, and his white blonde hair leaving Blaize and Pansy speechless as they watched him leave.
"I see progress has been made." Came a familiar voice from behind the Slytherins.
"Much." Pansy said absently not caring. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood rooted to the spot looking angry.
"A word if you please." stated Harry and then he turned on a heel and walked off, the four eventually following. With a sigh, he stopped and turned to face them once again and then started to pace left and right.
"I want my body back." he announced and Pansy let out an irritable sigh which went ignored. "Father will have a fit, the holidays are almost here and there is no way Scarhead can portray me for a good number of weeks to my parents." Harry continued on glaring at each other student in turn. "Granger, you are going to figure this out even if it kills you. You will work day and night if needed." Pansy opened her mouth but was stopped as Blaize had a hand on her shoulder.
"Parkinson, you get in trouble enough, do what you can to see that moronic headmaster and find out what you can." Harry continued. "Weasely and Blaize, stay out of the way. You're both useless."
"Is this what you call a plan Malfoy? Because if it is, it isn't very good." Pansy shot out ready to strike with wand or fist. Harry flinched back.
"I don't want to hear it Granger, just find the answer. You want the same thing as I do, I just have more motivation to get what I want."
"And I have the motivation to shut you up." Draco said from behind as he walked over. The other four slipped away quietly, this was something they probably didn't want to see. Another fight wasn't that great at the moment.
"What is your problem now Potter?" Harry said with a sneer and leaned back against the wall.
"I just want to be me again all right? We have to work together to do this, not send out separate jobs."
"One hundred Galleons to the Boy Who Lived! You figured out the problem!"
"This isn't funny Malfoy. Just put your disgusting pure blood ways aside and help. Being a ferret and hiding behind the others isn't going to fix this."
"I wouldn't be calling me a ferret, I don't faint before a Dementor or speak dangerous languages, do I?"
"Malfoy." Draco's voice was threatening, but Harry took no notice. What ever happened to him would just hurt Draco, so nothing could really hurt him. If he wanted he could hurt himself purposefully.
"Potter.." Harry returned smirking.
"Just help."
"And I should do that how?"
Draco opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped as the bell rang out and students rushed into the halls, tossing the boys around.
"I'll deal with you in Potions!" Harry shouted as he was drawn backward with the crowd towards transfiguration. Draco was rushed towards the Charms room.
(That was the nice happy version. For those D/H fans, read chapter six.)
Quickly the class was called to order and silence as Snape entered, robes sweeping the ground. After taking roll call, Pansy's hand shot up but was down in seconds as Hermione's went up. It would seem, odd, that Pansy's hand was up and she was actually asking something.
"Professor. Sir. Is it possible to make one person another for a… long, time?" she asked. Pansy sighed. Extended would have been the better word.
Snape looked at the ginger haired girl coldly and then his eyes fell on Parkinson on the opposite side of the room. After a moment of contemplating, he ignored her.
"Today we start a new potion- Yes Miss Granger…" Snape said loathingly as her hand shot up.
"I need to know sir."
A sigh and Snape roamed the room, his black eyes falling on each of the six in turn as if he knew.
"Very well, since you obviously can't keep your mouth shut. Five points from Gryffindor." he said and then continued. "But, to answer your question. Yes. You can change into another being for a 'long' period of time." his voice drawled on.
"Potion or spell?" Hermione then asked and Pansy hit her head on the desk quietly.
Snape glared at his student. "Another five points for interrupting me, however it is a spell. Dangerous and hard to master." The class murmured something at this, the six looked blank at the thought of someone changing them through a hard spell. "Some consider it a curse, because on most occasions… the changer can't change back." A gasp filled the room for a few seconds. Draco's hand went up and Snape's lips curled. "Yes Malfoy?"
"Is it possible for, you to do this spell?" he asked with that smirk he knew so well. It had been given to Harry many times by the really Draco himself.
"Sadly, no Mr. Malfoy. However, there is one Professor here who can."
"Who sir?"
"That, I can not tell you." More murmurs at Snape's response. "Now, that's enough of this, we've wasted enough time. Today we'll be making…."
The class seemed to last more than a double period, maybe four at most instead. Tired and worn out, the six departed from the room slowly and made their way to their respectable common rooms.
"I'm so tired." groaned Hermione as she hung to Harry's arm who just pushed her off.
"We still have two classes, don't fall asleep now." said Pansy as she leaned against the wall waiting for Blaize and Draco to open the door way. As they disappeared, Hermione shot her a glare and stuck out her tongue before she and the other two made their way up the stairs.
"Do you think it's true?" Ron asked minutes later. "That Snape knows someone who can do the spell?"
"Curse to me. Being in this horrible body. I'm afraid to even shower."
"No doubt Potters had a go." Hermione muttered under her breath with a smirk, Ron sniggered.
(Sucky ending, I know, but it's late. Perhasp I'll add on more another time, or just let your imaginations wander...)