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Chapter Three- To Be a Slytherin
Harry stood, staring at his reflection in awe. 'This must be a dream. Yes. That's it, I'm dreaming.' He thought to himself as he looked into the elaborate silver mirror that hung in the damp dungeon location of the Slytherin dormitories. It was not his usual untidy appearance that stared back out at him, but the sleek and sly body of Draco Malfoy instead.

Harry began to pace the room, ignoring the grunts of Crabbe and Goyle as they climbed from bed and dressed.

"You comin'?" Crabbe asked, sleepily, as he made his way towards the door followed by his friend Goyle.

Harry jumped. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

The large boys just blinked their beady eyes. "Uh." Goyle replied at last, when another minute went by without anyone saying a word, the Slytherin boys shrugged and left the room.

Harry's mind was reeling. He was in Draco Malfoy's body, he was in the Slytherin dungeons, Crabbe and Goyle thought he was Malfoy and suspected nothing.... what the hell was going on? He flopped himself onto the bed and lay staring at the curtains that surrounded it.

'Something must have happened. Somehow we switched lives, switched bodies. But I'm still me, my mind. I'm just IN Draco. That must mean.... Draco is in me!' Harry sat straight up and came face to face with the olive skin and sparkling brown eyes of Blaise Zabbini.

"I er... didn't here you come in." Harry said, trying to make his voice Draco-ish, but failing miserably.

"Mmmm." Blaise said, and without another word he had straddled Harry on the bed and pressed his soft lips to the confused boy's and embraced him in a kiss. He leaned back a little, eyes twinkling then pressed another kiss to Harry's mouth, this time parting his lips and letting his tongue explore inside. When he was finally released, Harry barely heard Blaise mumble, "Good morning."

"What the... wha... whaa... what?" Was all that Harry could muster.

"Oh Dragon," Blaise growled into Harry's neck as he nipped at him. "I do love when you play innocent with me."

"I er.. I... wha..." But Harry was cut off by another kiss, this time it was enflamed with passion and Harry felt a shiver run through his whole body as Blaise lapped at his tongue. He didn't understand what was going on, and he knew that the Italian thought he was Draco, but he didn't want this to end. And that scared him.

Finally, at what seemed like such a long and such a short time all at once, Blaise pulled himself up off of Harry with one last kiss and a wink and began to walk from the room.

"W..wait." Harry called after him.

"Yes?"

"We just... I mean, you kissed me and now you're walking off?" Harry was flabbergasted.

"Well you are my boyfriend , I am allowed to do that, correct?" Blaise asked.

"B..boyfriend?"

"Honestly, Draco... what is wrong with you today? Or is this just a new game?" The olive skinned boy growled, "Mmmm... I need to run off to breakfast, but we'll play tonight my dragon." And with that Blaise left the room and headed down the hall towards the common room.

Harry sat on his place on the bed without a word, he didn't know what to do. And boyfriend... Draco had a boyfriend? Malfoy was gay? That would sure explain a lot, but what could explain how much Harry had liked kissing Blaise? Was it even that he liked kissing Blaise, or that he liked kissing a boy?

It was Sunday morning, breakfast would be over soon but he didn't feel much like eating. And no one understood or even knew what was happening to him. 'I need to go somewhere to clear my head.' He thought.

The-boy-in-Draco's-body quickly dressed in a plain black button up shirt and jeans from the blonde's extensive wardrobe and headed into the deserted common room.

'Good. No one here to question me.'

Harry made his way out of the dungeons and up towards the main floor. He was planning on going to a nice quiet place on the edge of the woods where he liked to sit and think. No one ever thought to look for him there...

'But then, no one will be looking for me. Because I'm not me, I'm Malfoy.' He thought to himself.

The boy had his eyes downward, sweeping across the floor, so deep in thought that he didn't hear the approaching footsteps of someone coming towards him. He only realized he was not alone in the hall when he bumped straight into the person and fell to the floor.

Harry looked up and found himself staring into sparkling green eyes that were set into a pale face, topped with black messy hair.

"Potter." Draco spoke.

"Malfoy." Harry replied, his eyes never leaving the other boy's.