Disclaimer: You know how it goes- I'm not JK, she has full rights.. this is just FANfiction etc.

A/N: Sorry about the problem with the last chapter, it's all fixed. I told you I'd do better about updating! I'm sick right now and on a writing spree. I'm working on a couple one-shots as well so be sure to check those out. And make me happy, review.. I'll love you forever!

Chapter Five: Restricted Section

"Where have you been Harry?" Hermione asked as Draco Malfoy, trapped in the body of Harry Potter, took his seat.

"None of your business." Draco snapped. He didn't like being questioned especially not by a mudblood.

"Gees mate, wake up on the wrong side of bed this morning?" Ron asked with a confused look on his freckle splattered face.

"You have no idea." Draco replied as he prodded his sausage with a fork.

"Don't forget about Quidditch practice tonight," Ron mumbled through a mouth full of scrambled eggs, "Last game of the season." How could he have forgotten? Draco looked frantic at the thought, it was Slytherin vs. Gryffindor... they had to switch bodies right away, the game was in three days, 'I won't let this screwed up prank make us lose again!' He told himself, growing angry at the thought.

"Where are you..?" Hermione asked as Draco jumped up from the table and bolted across the great hall to find the boy in his body. Harry was sitting at one end of the table, Draco's friends crowding around him.

"I said just leave me alone! I don't feel like talking!" Harry yelled. Everyone backed off.

"Sorry Draco, we were just trying to see if you were ok..." Pansy began but Harry cut her off, "I'm fine! Just stop asking!"

"Harry, there you are!" Draco said before he could stop himself, everyone in ear shot looked up at the unlikely pair. "Um, just... oh god dammit, come on!" Draco grabbed the other boy by the arm and dragged him out of the Great Hall. All eyes followed them as they retreated.

"What the...?" Harry began but Draco cut him off.

"THE QUIDDITCH MATCH!"

Harry went pale, "Come on!" He demanded and the boys ran to the library. "You go that way, I'll go this way." Harry pointed and they split up, scanning the bookshelves for some sign of what they needed.

After nearly half an hour of unfruitful looking Draco finally found 'The Source for Rare Spells and Counter spells' in the restricted section. He snuck the book into his bag while Madam Prince was scolding some first years for coughing too loudly.

"Come on, I've got it!" Draco whispered to Harry as he passed him. The other boy immediately dropped what he was doing and followed his body out of the library. They boys rushed to the nearest Prefect bathroom and ran inside, locking the door behind them.

"Well?" Asked Harry.

"I'm looking!" Draco snapped. Harry rolled his eyes as Draco's finger traced it's way down the table of contents. "HERE!" He quickly flipped to a section near the back of the book.

Harry leaned in closer, "There are only two ways to cure a body switching spell. The first and easiest is to find the witch or wizard who cast said spell and have them reverse it with the simple incantation 'bodae reversiea'. You must be sure that the wand that cast the original spell is used, otherwise the spell is rendered useless." He read.

"UUg, well that's no help! We don't know who did it!"

Harry read on, "The second, and much more time consuming way is to create a soul switching draught, 'Solus Transformus', following the recipe below. The ingredients are rare, and the brewing is tedious but if you're in the wrong body- I should think it is well worth it."

"Look! It says it takes five days of steeping before anyone can drink it." Draco pointed out, "If you drink it before it is ready the effects could cause your soul to be stripped from your body, never to return!"

"Well that sounds enjoyable." Harry replied dryly.

"What are we going to do?" Draco demanded, ignoring the boy's sarcasm. "The Quidditch match is in three days!"

"I am NOT letting Slytherin win, if that's what you think Malfoy!" Harry snapped.

"Well there's no way in fiery hell I'm letting the Gryffindorks take the prize!" The other boy spat.

Harry scowled, the boys stared each other down (which was oddly like staring down a mirror) before either spoke.

"I'll just have to play for Gryffindor and you for Slytherin." Harry stated.

"But how can we..?" Draco began.

Harry interrupted him, "Disguise. We don't have time to brew a polyjuice potion, but we can figure something out. I'll.. er.. you ask Hermione."

Draco made to protest, but figured he could endure anything to win the Quidditch cup. "But what about the potion ingredients, how will we get those?"

"Snape's supply." Harry answered flatly.

"He won't just give them to us..."

"You can sneak me my invisibility cloak tonight and I'll do it. If I get caught, he'll go easier on 'Draco' than he would on 'Harry'."

Draco nodded. Not only was this confusing, but it was a bloody pain in the ass.

"You just play me, and I'll play you. Just be cool about it, don't let anyone in on this. I'm serious, Draco!"

"Do you really think I would want anyone to know I was in your body?" Draco Malfoy snapped. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Just play along and hopefully we'll have this sorted out soon. You have Quidditch practice this afternoon, and don't forget to bring the invisibility cloak to dinner." Harry told Draco.

"Fine."

"And don't get me in trouble, don't go pulling any asshole moves while you're in my body!"

Draco grunted, "Well don't go pulling any look-at-me-I'm-so-good-and-powerful moves while you're in mine!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Deal. Just keep things on the down-low." As they shook hands Harry got a slight tingle in the pit of his stomach, almost like a butterfly trying to escape. He pushed the thought from his mind as he grabbed the stolen library book and headed down to the Slytherin dungeons to research their problem.