Disclaimer: I am not the wonderful JK, nor do I take credit for any of her talent or amazing work. I'm just borrowing her characters to write a little fiction of my own. No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up, I have been pretty busy and having some computer problems. Thanks so much for all the reviews, I really appreciate them! I know this chapter kind of sucks and I apologize for that, once we get past the initial shock.. the fun will really start! Just hang in there with me, and I promise it will get better!

--Chapter Two- Becoming a Gryffindor--

"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, oh gods..." Draco muttered as he stood, staring at his reflection. He was so confused, 'If this really is a joke, someone must have fed me Polyjuice potion without me knowing it. What the hell is going on here?' He was running over every possible scenario for this transformation in his head, each was just as unlikely as the next.

"Harry... what are you doing?" Ron was walking towards Draco, who kept poking random places on his body and the mirror to be sure that they were real. The red head rubbed his eyes sleepily, and tried to smooth down his bed hair.

"Fuck off Weasel." Draco said plainly, his hate for Ron was almost second nature.

Ron looked hurt for a moment, then his surprise turned into a laugh and he replied, "Good Malfoy impression, mate. But you need to look a little smugger to make it totally believable." Before Draco could retaliate Ron added, "Anyway, I'm going to get a shower." And he headed out of the room with a bundle of clothes in his arms.

Draco didn't really care, he was alone now and was glad of it. He needed his private time to freak out before hunting down the real Potter and having Crabbe and Goyle beat him senseless. He paced the room, still prodding random places on his body. 'That's not mine', he thought as he ran his fingers through his hair, 'That's not mine', he continued as he ran his hands down his rippled abdomen, 'That could be mine.' He was surprised as one of his hands groped down Harry's body and reached his 'little friend'. 'Wow, I didn't think Potter would be so well endowed.'

The boy in Harry's body finally decided to get dressed and head to breakfast where he was sure to find his friends pigging out large piles of every food provided. He pulled on a set of Harry's wrinkled uniform clothes and robes, then started his descent into the common room. Luckily when he reached it, only one person was there.

"Harry!" Hermione jumped up from where she was reading in a cozy chair, "Ron went on to breakfast but I was waiting for you."

Draco quickly decided that he would play along until he found his friends and figured out what was going on, he replied, "Gra.. er.. Hermione. Yeah, let's go." He repressed a shudder as they walked out of the portrait hole together.

"...And then you know, I was just thinking that today we could spend the day working on that potions essay...." Hermione was rambling on and on about her study plans for the sunny Sunday day, but Draco was paying no attention. Every few moments he just gave a nod or a small smile, he was used to faking his attention as he did it all the time.

'Hermione seems to think I'm really Harry, so I know the Gryffindors can't be in on it. But the Slytherins know better than to mess with me, my father would...' Draco smirked, thinking of all the damage his father would do to whoever did this to him. 'None of the other houses would mess with me either, plus.. there's no way they could get into either of our dormitories.' He was getting angry at his lack of understanding about all of this. He gritted his teeth and growled under his breath, "I'm going to fucking kill whoever did this to me!"

"What?" Hermione asked, startled, he had totally forgotten she was there.

"Oh nothing, nothing." Draco replied absentmindedly and they walked the rest of the way to breakfast in silence.

When they arrived at the Great Hall Hermione began walking over to the Gryffindor table, but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw where Draco was going. "Harry!" She called out.
Draco put up a hand and waved her away without a word, and took a seat at the Slytherin table beside Crabbe.

"What do you want Potter?" The pug faced Pansy Parkinson spat at him, though clearly she was surprised by his presence.

"Not now P," Draco replied. This made Pansy look even more bewildered, no one called her 'P' except Draco and clearly this boy was Harry Potter.

He turned to Crabbe and Goyle who had barely noticed his presence and were still pigging out. "Do you know what happened to me? Who bloody did this?" Draco asked, though he felt it was really more like talking to a stump than two fellow students.

"'Uh?" Goyle grunted.

"Buzz off Potter before I grind you into a bloody pulp." Crabbe said without taking his eyes off his plate.

"I'm not fucking Potter you idiots!" He yelled, "It's me, Draco" the boy hissed.

Crabbe and Goyle turned to look at him, then let out a loud bellowing laugh. "Yeah, sure." Goyle replied and returned to his food.

"Go away now or we'll pound you!"

"Look you ogres! Something bad has happened to me, something that made me turn INTO Harry Potter! You have to help me!" Draco was getting desperate now, he didn't know what to do.

The entire Slytherin table was staring at him, all looking quite astonished and quite angry. He knew his classmates well, knew how much they hated Harry, this could just well give them a reason to jump him. He stood up and began to walk off, but turned back and said, "You'll be sorry you didn't help me when you had the chance."

Blaise Zabini's eyes met Draco's, and for a moment it looked as if he were going to stand up and come after him, but then the olive skinned boy looked away.

Draco was furious, 'They'll pay. They'll all pay for this.' He gritted his teeth and stormed out of the great hall.

The boy in Harry's body had his eyes scanning the ground as he walked, deep in thought. He wanted nothing more than to knock all of those pathetic excuses called his friends' teeth out. Without realizing it, he was traipsing back down to the dungeons where the Slytherin common room was located. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down before he exploded, and ran straight into someone.

Draco fell to the ground, when he opened his eyes he saw that the other person was on the ground, too. He looked into those familiar gray eyes, sleek blonde hair, pale and creamy skin.... he was looking at himself.

Draco's mouth fell open, as did the other boy's. When he finally caught his breath, he looked into the boy's eyes and stated, "Potter."

"Malfoy."

A/N: Next chapter, how did Harry's morning go?