Yes, it's true! Inspired by the many reviews I got the first two days after I posted the last chapter, I present to you chapter seven, only a week (or six days right now :P) after I posted the last one. Inspire me again, please, lol. Just don't expect another update that quick, I have a project due Friday.
Some notes about this chapter:
-Yeah, I know Snape is out of character... but wouldn't anybody who gets put
into someone else's body be a little offset? :S Yes, this is my lame excuse.
-The rating is going up to PG13, just because I cuss a lot in my writing. (I
swear, I'm hardly a pottymouth in real life. Promise.)
-SQUEEEEE I GOT 100 REVIEWS!! *Tears of joy* I honestly never thought I'd make
it past 20, thank you guys so much! *Huggles* And a cookie to my 100th reviewer,
Mystic Dragonsfire. :D
-Ron meets *coughs* womanhood in this chapter.
-Oh, and a note on referring to Draco Malfoy (the person, not the body): I really
don't like referring to his as Draco when writing because that's not how he's
referred to in the books... lol... but I have to in this story. *Everyone* other
than Harry and Draco are referred to as the body they're in, but those two are
just special. So, from now on, Draco is Draco, Malfoy is Lavender-in-Draco's-body,
and Harry is Harry-in-Blaise's-body. Taa daa.
-Draco is such a fun character.
-Oh yeah... I just had to do it didn't I... I wrapped another slash pairing
into this story. You can probably guess what that pairing is, and no, it will
not become a main focus of the story. Just to let you know. This story is about
Harry and Snape. I may make a short little ficlet about the other slash pairing
someday, but not now, lol.
The characters we know of are (body - person IN body):
Blaise Zabini - Harry Potter
Crabbe - Padma Patil
Goyle - Dumbledore
Neville - McGonagall
Ron Weasley - Blaise Zabini
Draco - Lavender
Padma - Ron
Harry - Draco
Pansy - Snape
Thank you to my wonderful reviewers!....
risi (yes it is. :S Am I making Hermione's character too obvious? ^^"), asdf (Yep. And Harry's just a bit... slow), pixyfairy120 (alright!), Enahma (at least now FFN is back and working again. I think I'll try and keep using the pronouns according to the body... it'd be pretty hard to remember to refer to Pansy as a he now that I've started to get into the swing of things a little better, lol), N Snape, Fox890 (Yep! You'll see about the Map in this chapter... and they'll figure each other out eventually, I have that scene perfect in my head), penny, Ruth (if you think it's confusing to read, try writing it, lol. Glad you like it :) ), Olave (oooh, my very first flame. *Smiles* Glad that you read part of the first chapter and decided that the entire story makes no sense. Oh, and I'll take your opinion of "my websites" to heart, I really will. "Kinda sucks" is so very depressing.), ataraxis (it'll probably get more confusing in this chapter too... lots of descriptions of Blaise-in-Ron, lol. See my note about referring to characters above. Thanks for the review. :) ), Chibidaima (thanks! :D), Winnie2 (glad someone liked that scene, whee!), mistik-elf13 (thanks :D), Zombie Lord (that's fortunate :) ), BURN THE R.U.M, JEn, Doneril (thanks!), Wildfire2 (I know :S Need to work on in-characteredness a bit. I've been attempting to refer to people correctly, it's hard! Thanks for the review in any case. :) ), Kaaera (thanks!), jen, Ronda-Silverpaw, Mystic Dragonsfire (yay 100th reviewer :) )
Ah yes, this is slash, male/male romance... just to enlighten the unenlightened. Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm not JK Rowling. I'm just a girl who lives in the United States who happens to enjoy terrorizing JKR's creations.
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Chapter Seven
Draco Malfoy, housed in the body of Harry Potter, propped his feet up on a
table in Gryffindor tower comfortably.
Not many Gryffindors liked spending Sundays indoors as the weather got colder
outside, even if they were in bodies that weren't their own. In fact,
he was the only one, at least at the moment.
He'd come back from his outing in the showers tired, having been kicked
several times, then hearing the screeches from the girls in the showers as they
realized something invisible was there., keeping them company Screams echoed
inside tiled rooms. His ears had been aching.
Now, however, he decided he was going to think of some more uses of the invisibility
cloak. After all, it was fairly worn and he was pretty certain that Potter had
enough brains to use it for something other than sneaking to Hogsmeade. Although,
you never really knew when Potter was involved; he did have the mind of a rock,
after all.
So.
A yawn overtook him, and for several seconds he stretched mindlessly. Then he
had returned to... ah yes, square one.
The portrait snapped open, squawking, and Ron came in, arms crossed. He stopped
at the sight of the other Gryffindor twirling the cloak around, frowning.
"Where were you yesterday? You were supposed to help me with Transfiguration."
Draco shrugged.
"You know how bad I am at it, I want you to show up next time you promise
you'll meet me in the library, Malfoy." Ron wrung his hands, a nervous
habit he'd picked up in the past few days.
"Sure," he said, wrapping his hand in the cloak and making it disappear.
He set it on the couch, flat, to see if part of the couch would disappear. It
did. "How does Potter ever find this thing? It's always gone!"
"Who knows?"
They both paused and watched as a cameraless Colin Creevey crossed through the
common room, going to his dorms. Then they continued.
"But damn it, Malfoy, when are you going to show up?"
"When you quit acting like I missed our anniversary or what have you."
Ron stumbled. "Uh–huh?"
"Yes?"
"...Right."
"Yes."
They blinked at each other uncomfortably for several seconds. Ron cleared his
throat.
"Yeah, meet you at five, okay?"
"Sure."
"In the library."
"Right."
"Yeah...."
"Why are you–" yawn, "still standing there? Shoo."
"Oh. Alright."
Draco was again left at... ah yes, square one. Well, now 'square negative-one-half'
was more accurate. He'd forgotten what it was he was trying to think of.
Harry and Crabbe ate breakfast outside, sharing news of their mainly uneventful
days. Crabbe mentioned how he disliked transfiguration being just as hard as
it had previously and how he thought that McGonagall hadn't changed.
"No, it's not McGonagall... whoever it is gave us a new seating
chart and took role call. She wouldn't have to do that if she were."
"Maybe she's just trying to confuse us. Or, like, Voldemort's
spies. He must have some here at Hogwarts, you know."
Harry shrugged.
"So, how was your yesterday?"
Crabbe caught some falling leaves in a hand.
"Eh, it was okay. Pansy kinda looked like she wanted to impress me or
something..."
Crabbe wrinkled his nose.
"Oh, and you're a girl. How do you go about telling a girl you're
not interested in her?" Harry asked awkwardly, scratching his head and
giving an embarrassed grin.
"Uhm, I don't exactly reject that many girls...."
"No, I mean, I want advice."
"I know."
"Well?"
"I'm not good at giving advice," he said slowly, "but
I think it's good you at least realize that whoever Pansy is is not worth
your time. I mean, she's–"
"No, uhm... I don't mind her. I just don't particularly want
to date someone with an unknown identity, you know?"
"Ah." A muscle in his neck was twitching. "Why do you like
her?"
"That's not the point–"
"Yes, yes it is," he responded, tossing the leaves away.
"Er." Harry pulled his legs to his chest, trying to think quickly
while making time for himself. "Er... I don't."
"Uh huh," Crabbe replied, crossing his burly arms.
"...Yeah." Harry stood abruptly and dusted himself off. "Thanks,
bye."
Returning to the castle, Harry started making his way back to his common room,
but turned a corner and froze.
There was his body. Draco. Topless.
"What the hell are you doing...."
"Streaking."
"What?!"
"I'm streaking."
"Shit."
Draco grinned at him.
Harry groaned. His morning already wasn't going as uneventfully as he'd
originally hoped. Now the school was going to see his previous body, lacking
clothing.
Lovely.
"What the hell?"
A cat rubbed against the bathroom doorway, oblivious to the girl inside, who
was sitting on the toilet.
The feline padded across the carpeted room, passing several blue and bronze
beds on the way and leaping into one of them. It kneaded the bed in a circle
for several seconds before settling there.
"I'm bleeding!"
The cat fell off the four-poster with an inaudible thump.
"You are not streaking in my body, damnit!"
"Not your body anymore, Potter."
Harry growled.
"Something to say, Potter? You'll have to speak English, I don't
understand dog."
Draco slowly unzipped his pants, grinning across the hallway at Harry, who,
while trying not to show it, was utterly horrified. Draco tossed his boxers
away and then ran up the hallway the way Harry had come, leaving the now-Slytherin
in the empty dungeon corridor, fuming. At least everyone knew Harry wasn't
in his own body, but it didn't make too good of consolation.
"Blaise!"
Harry looked up from the now-blank Marauder's Map at Crabbe, who looked
like he was trying to grin. Crabbe's distorted face made it look evil,
although that may have been the original emotion.
"Harry Potter was streaking in the Great Hall!"
"Oh?"
"Yes! Omigosh... I think one of the Hufflepuffs even got a picture!"
Damn Creevey.
"Oh, and you know what Pansy did?"
"What'd she do?" Harry's ears perked up at the mention
of Pansy, in spite of himself.
"She tried to trip him!"
He groaned inwardly. Whoever Pansy was apparently didn't like real him
all that much. Unless she'd been tripping Draco to slow him down, in which
case he was certainly glad she'd missed.
"I see...."
"Hehe...."
Harry made a face and rolled over on his four-poster, propping his hands behind
his head. Beside him, the Map lay untouched.
Then....
"Oh... oh."
Crabbe glanced over at him. "Eh?"
"Hmm."
"What's it?"
"Oh, nothing too important," Harry replied. He was itching for his
roommate to leave the room again so he could reactivate his Map. Crabbe settled
on his bed, breathing steadily and preparing to meditate, so he just took the
parchment down to the common room.
Pansy was on the couch across from his chair. She looked up from the Daily Prophet
and squeaked. Her ears were turning pink.
Harry looked at the Marauder's Map and then at Pansy, and frowned. He
could find out who Pansy was if he had it activated while in here. But that
seemed to drain a little of the mystery out of the situation.
What if she was Ginny? He couldn't really picture Ginny, giggling and
innocent, trapped into the body of a somewhat slutty Slytherin who hangs out
with Draco Malfoy and has an entire wardrobe of clingy clothing. No, it couldn't
be Ginny though. She wouldn't spend her time reading while switched. She
would be finding her friends. That was good though. It meant Pansy probably
had no clue who he was either.
But then there was an entire school of other people who it could be.
Who could he narrow out?
Blaise was in Ron's body. Ron was in Padma's. Padma was in Crabbe's.
Dumbledore was in Goyle's, which was a humbling thought.
McGonagall had fallen into Neville's body. Malfoy (thank Merlin I know
where he is....) was living a life on the edge in Harry's own body.
Lavender was in Malfoy's body.
He was getting a headache.
Hermione.
Hermione did a lot of light reading. Hermione didn't care how she looked,
unless she was trying to impress someone.
Hermione would be trying to find a way out of the school. And she was smart
enough to be a good actor.
But Hermione wasn't a Slytherin.
Damn.
"Every month?"
"Yeah." Luna Lovegood was looking at Padma very impatiently. "You
are one ignorant guy, I hope you realize that. Most men have some idea
that ladies go through menstrual cycles once a month."
"Ugh. Well, at least I don't have to go through this my whole life,"
Padma said, although not very brightly. "Being a girl sucks."
"Hey, watch it, I'm younger than I used to be," Luna snapped
irritably. Padma made a face.
Draco had put on his shirt before he even bothered to look at the clock.
"Oh, shit."
Somewhere a bell chimed five times.
The library was, while not completely across the school, several floors above
where he was standing at the moment. Zabini wasn't going to be too happy
about this.
Oh well, he was Draco Malfoy. He didn't care what people thought.
In any case, he set off running, trying to slip his shoes on as he ran.
The parchment gave him an itch to look. But he didn't. Harry folded
it away in his pocket where it belonged, not meant to be used to find out who
people really were. He winced as he realized that Voldemort would probably give
much to have the Marauder's Map, to find out what secret lives Hogwarts'
residents were living. His own father, accompanied by his friends, had created
a tool which could be used for dark purposes.
But then again, loads of things could be used for the dark side. Wands, for
example. They did what their master intended, be it good or evil.
He folded his hands across his lap and propped his feet up on a table. It was
then he noticed that Pansy was looking at him, frowning.
"What was it you put it your pocket?" she asked, and he could tell
she was trying to sound indifferent.
"Bit of parchment," he said, shrugging, while the gears in his head
were put into action as he tried to figure out exactly who would be curious
about the Map, or even recognize it.
In his head, he thought of Lupin and hoped that he wasn't Pansy. Lupin
would certainly recognize the Map. Again though, he wasn't a Slytherin.
Harry sighed and slumped further into his chair, closing his eyes.
"Where the hell have you been?" Ron was looking at Draco with
the utmost disgust, books on Transfiguration piled in heaps around him.
"Running here to meet you," Draco panted, wiping the back of his
hand on his forehead and trying to pull Potter's horribly messy hair out
of his eyes. "You should be flattered that I ran up four staircases and
halfway across the castle to get here. I'm only ten minutes late."
"I should also be turned off at the fact that you forgot about me until
a clock chimed, then?"
Draco tried his best to look hurt. "I try so hard for you, Zabini."
He did his best imitation of puppy eyes. Ron blanched.
"Potter's face isn't meant for conveying that sort of emotion,
Malfoy."
"Yes, but I don't really care."
"Uh huh. So are you going to help me with this assignment or not?"
"Sure. Is that the one on human transfiguration we got on Thursday?"
"Uh..." Ron looked down at his book. "That's what this
is?"
Draco wiped his brow a second time. Coaching Zabini was going to be harder than
he originally thought.
He leaned over the table, looking at the page Ron had flipped to in his Transfiguration
book. Ron was looking up at him expectantly, so he pulled a chair over and seated
himself next to him.
He was pointing out some of the finer points of the wand movement one uses to
change another into a skunk when Ron said, "I know."
"Hunh?"
"I said I know how to do this. This is getting really boring."
Draco blinked.
"If you didn't need help in the first place, then why did you–"
"Erm."
Waiting for Ron to say something, Draco crossed his arms. He could hear the
ticking of the clock, marking the seconds he could be away plotting another
way to completely screw up Potter's life, just not in a way that would
affect the Slytherin directly. He was beginning to notice how closed-in the
section of library Ron had chosen to meet Draco in was. There was only a two-foot
opening between two bookshelves, and they were surrounded by two walls and several
shelves.
Ron leaned over, kissed him, then shot out of his seat, dropping his wand in
his haste to get out. He banged his shoulder against the shelf next to the opening
and fell backwards, head landing at Draco's feet. His eyes were squeezed
shut.
Draco raised an eyebrow. At least Zabini has impeccably good taste.
