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I'm baaaaaaaaaack! I decided that was enough encouragement for me to post this a day early. Replies are at the end of the chapter.

Chapter 3: In the Classroom

Lily was leaning rather heavily on James as she tried to stop laughing. Of course, to everyone else, things appeared the other way around. Not that there were many people to see them, just some close-friends dong some good-natured spying.

"So, that's why! I wondered about that," she was laughing so hard and having a difficult time breathing or keeping her balance.

"It's not that funny," James pouted.

"Oh yes it is. Snape finally beat you once. I'd say it's hilarious. No wonder you were standing the entire time I saw you on the train."

"Yes, my feet started hurting quite badly actually. I had to sleep on my stomach for a week. I was just grateful he didn't do anything to my hair," he said mildly.

Lily snorted and clapped him on the back, sending the glasses flying from his nose. "I swear you're the only one who'd be more upset about boils on his butt than going bald." She looked back to see he'd stopped moving a couple of feet behind her. "What's wrong?"

"Blind as a bat, that's what's wrong."

Lily grinned. No bra, no glasses, only joking and goofing off. And some stupid Quidditch practice. This week was going to be heaven. "You can't walk two feet without you glasses?" she asked in mock sympathy. She knew exactly how blind she was without glasses. It was such a pain in the neck.

Sirius whispered, "Ha, James looks like he's teasing her. I knew there was nothing going on. Just him being his jolly normal self."

"I don't think so," Alice whispered.

"What do you mean?" asked Peter.

Remus whispered, "Just look, Pete."

The four of them watched as "James" said a few more witty things that they couldn't hear, "Lily" responded half-agitatedly, and then "James" bent down to pick up "Lily's" glasses and wipe them clean for her before handing them back.

They stared. James had just done something kind for Lily. The two of them laughed again and started down the rest of the corridor to transfiguration.

Sirius stared, wide-eyed, "This cannot be good."

James and Lily kept walking and entered the empty classroom.

"Let's sit in the back."

"I always sit in the front."

"I always sit in the back."

"Well that's a problem then, isn't it? We can't sit where we usually sit."

"Sit in the back with me then."

"No, you're being me so you have to sit in the front."

"No way. I hate the front. Then I'd have to look like I was paying attention."

"Potter, you're supposed to be me. You've got to look like you're paying attention."

"I'll make a deal. If I sit in the front and pay attention, you've got to sit in the back and goof off."

"Deal."

"I wasn't finished. You still have to be paying enough attention to be able to do the work. And you've got to shower in the morning and have your hair pass an inspection test by me the rest of the week."

"Why?"

"I already told you, I'm embarrassed to see you looking like that."

"What's wrong with the way I look?"

"I already went over that," James's voice was cold.

"I look fine! Who cares if there's any knots in my hair?"

"I care; they think you're me," his voice was quieter.

"Well, I don't care! I'll do whatever I bloody well please and there's nothing you can do to stop me!"

"Oh yeah?" his voice was starting to get louder.

"Yeah!"

"Then your life is about to become a nightmare," he said coldly. He stalked off to the back of class.

"Hmph!" She went and sat in the very front row.

Alice blinked about the same time as Sirius coughed, Remus sneezed, and Peter gasped. Wow. They'd walked in at "your hair pass an inspection by me" and had heard everything except "I care; they think you're me." It was as though the argument, whatever it was about, was totally backwards. Instead of the normal Lily screams and James uses a cold, quiet voice James screamed and Lily used a cold quiet voice. Then James went and sat in the front row and Lily sat in the back. There was something amazingly weird going on and they had to know what it was.

Professor McGonagall walked into the room and blinked. There was something odd going on with Potter and Evans. She'd seen them walking together on their way into breakfast. Something was going on and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Is there something on your mind, Lily?" she asked, walking to the back row to find out why she was sitting there. Lily was a hard worker but this was not an easy subject for her and she needed all the help she could get.

"No, Minnie, I'm peachy keen," James said sarcastically.

She blinked. She hadn't been called "Minnie" since her childhood. Something was definitely wrong. Even Potter and Black never tended to disrespect her as much as this, much less Lily Evans. "Excuse me, I don't believe I heard you right, Miss Evans?"

"You heard me. Even you aren't old enough to mishear that."

"Miss Evans, if this conversation continues this way, I shall be forced to hand you a detention."

"So what? Whoop-de-do. I can survive."

"Oh, really?"

The person who looked like Lily stood up and walked down the aisle of desks and jumped up on Professor McGonagall's. She broke out into song and dance, singing I Will Surviveto "James" sitting in the front row.

"Miss Evans, cease and desist at this moment. You have detention," McGonagall barked.

"So?" Detention was no big deal. He'd done it hundreds of times.

"You don't care that it's going on your record?"

"Why should I?" James tried to think of another Muggle song. What was that band on Lily's nightshirt? The Beatles! That was it. He knew one of their songs. Learned it to try and impress her but never had the guts to sing it to her. He had the guts now. After all, everyone thought he was her. How did it go?

Lily was looking murder at James. He was destroying her! Destroying! She'd do something to get back at him. She stood up.

Professor McGonagall was starting to get extremely vexed. "Sit down, Mr. Potter, I do not have time to deal with your antics today. Save it for your next class."

"No," Lily said defiantly.

"No?"

"NO." She approached the desk. She whispered, "Shove off, Potter. This is my stage now."

"Oh yeah?" he scoffed.

"Yeah."

James didn't like the glint in Lily's eyes.

Lily, looking like James, stood in front of the desk and started her song, My Girl. With it, she did spins over the desks, kicks, and all of the wild dance moves she could think of. She ended, kneeling in front of the desk and staring into James's eyes mockingly.

"That is enough!" Professor McGonagall barked.

Lily just blinked at Professor McGonagall.

"This little display will be costing Gryffindor 50 points."

"50?" James gasped from the top of the desk, brushing his red hair out of his eyes.

"Each, Miss Evans. 50 points each. Please vacate my classroom. You will both be serving detention. I don't care where you go at the moment but you cannot remain here. I'd send you to the Headmaster but I'm not sure his punishment will be severe enough." Her nostrils flared out and her mouth went into a thin line; both were sure signs that she was furious.

"But, Professor," Lily started stuttering.

"I'm sorry, Mister Potter, but get out of my sight. I've changed my mind. You will both be going to the Headmaster's office maybe he can find something suitable to do to the two of you."

They didn't move. Lily stayed kneeling at the desk and James was frozen on top of it.

"Now!"

They scrambled to get their books from their desks and immediately left.

"I gotta go, Potter."

"We both do. We've got to get to Dumbledore's office now. His punishments are worse than McGonagall's sometimes." House points he always won back at Quidditch, and detentions he could handle, but some of Dumbledore's ideas…

"No, I mean I've got to go."

"Go? Oh…"

"Well, where's the boys' room?"

"After that little show in there, I don't think I'm going to tell you."

"You started it!"

"Did not."

"Did too! You said I looked embarrassing!"

"Well you do. I never go anywhere looking as disheveled as you do."

"I do not look disheveled!"

"Yes, you do." He glared at her. "The bathroom is around the corner there."

"Why are you telling me? I thought were mad."

"I am, but you'll look even worse if you wet yourself. Get out of here. I'll meet you at Dumbledore's office." He stalked away.

Lily sniffed angrily and went to the boys' bathroom. She had to go bad. She hesitated outside the door for only the briefest of moments. Why should she hesitate? Potter had already done only Merlin knew what when he showered this morning, she thought to herself, shuddering. She glared at the door and went in.

She blinked. Toilets on the wall, er, urinals. The last time she'd seen one of these had been when she was 8 and accidentally went through the wrong door when she was out with her parents and her sister. She'd decided she was going to be a "big girl" and go by herself to the bathroom. Just her luck that she went to the wrong one. She remembered the discussion afterwards. Her mother had panicked, "Where's Lily?" Tuna face had answered that Lily had said something about going to the bathroom. Well, her mother checked and couldn't find her. So she was really started to panic, but then Lily's dad had come out of the men's bathroom, holding Lily's hand firmly, "Look who I found in here." She'd gotten a very long lecture on the way home about not wandering off when she wasn't supposed to. She cried and insisted that 8 was big enough to go where she wanted by herself. She was known throughout her neighborhood for terrible temper tantrums from the age of 4 until she was 11. Not that her parents ever gave into the tantrums. They waited for her to cry herself out when she was unreasonable. Other people's parents usually gave in though. When she turned 11 she realized it was time really be a big girl, grow up, and stop being such an idiot. Very smart move for an 11 year old. Oddly enough, that had been the day before she got her Hogwarts letter. Unfortunately her resolution broke when around James Potter.

Lily approached the urinal and took care of her business. She washed her hands and went to find James waiting at the entrance to Dumbledore's study.

"Done already?" he asked coolly.

"What are you talking about, Potter?"

"I always heard girls take forever in the loo."

"If you haven't noticed, for the time being I'm not a girl." She only just managed not to add, "And I heard you were the one who takes forever in the bathroom."

"Oh. Right." For once, he had no snappy comeback. They both just stood in front of the gargoyle.

"Well?"

"Well?"

"What are you waiting for?" Lily asked impatiently.

"I don't remember the password," he muttered.

Lily didn't bother trying to hide her smirk. She'd been waiting for him to admit he'd forgotten. "It's a Muggle candy, Pureblood. The password is Gummy Bears."

The gargoyle sprang aside and let them pass. They went upstairs.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Evans, sit please. Make yourself at home," Dumbledore remarked. As they sat down, he popped a small candy into his mouth. "Would either of you care for a butterscotch?"

"Yes, please," they replied. He held out the bowl and Lily and James both reached for the same candy at the same time. They looked up and glared daggers at one another. All the candies were the same, so it wasn't at though it really mattered, but it was the principle of the thing. Lily managed to get the candy out of James's fingers and ate it with a satisfied smile.

Dumbledore remarked pleasantly, "If I'm not mistaken, both of you have transfiguration right now. I take it Professor McGonagall sent you?"

"Yes."

He glanced down at a note that had appeared on his desk out of nowhere. "It appears you turned her classroom into a music hall."

"There was some singing involved," admitted Lily.

"Do you enjoy singing?" asked the Headmaster.

"Not normally when people are in earshot," Lily said.

"I'm the same way myself, Mr. Potter," confided Dumbledore. "What about you, Miss Evans? Do you have a closet passion for music as well?"

The reply came grudgingly, but also as though from far away. "Sometimes I sing. If I'm alone and far away from anybody else."

"Ah, music. We all share a secret hobby then, don't we? I've always loved music, but I must appear professional. I'm not sure Professor McGonagall was right to punish you for something you obviously love so much. Was your punishment that you had come talk with me while I was my boring old self?"

"No. She took 100 house points and gave us both detention."

"She had every right as your teacher and head of house to remove points for disruption of class and to give you detention. However, in order to ensure that this display of song does not reoccur in another inappropriate time or place; I have a proposition for you. For both of you. I would like you to join the Hogwarts glee club. Not permanently, mind you, but at least for this week. You can attend this week's meetings, tonight and Wednesday. If you like it, you might even go back the rest of the year." He was beaming the kind of smile that made you feel you were supposed to smile back even thought it was the absolute last thing you wanted to do.

They both knew that despite Dumbledore's kind tone and words, they didn't have a choice in the matter. They had to go to the glee club meetings this week and in his mysterious headmaster way he would know if they didn't go.

Lily blinked. "Hogwarts has a glee club?"

"I thought you were aware of that, Mr. Potter."

"I guess I forgot," Likely said. She looked over at James, who had been silent for some time now.

His mouth was clamped tightly shut and his hands grip the arms of the chair.

"Any problems with this, Miss Evans?"

James still didn't respond, so lily elbowed him in the ribs and muttered, "Answer him!"

"Just fine," James answered stiffly.

"Jolly good then. You are free to return to your next class, Miss Evans. Transfiguration should be nearly finished by now. Mister Potter, please remain behind. I would like to ask you a few questions."

James shuffled away and Lily nervously shifted in her seat. She thought things had been going well. He hadn't given them more detention and most importantly of all he hadn't asked why they had started to sing and dance. She hoped he didn't ask now.

"James, I suppose you know why I asked you to stay."

"You wanted me to stay so you could talk to me?" she asked innocently. The Headmaster called Potter by his first name? Wait, did this happen all the time?

"Yes, but I thought you'd guess why I wanted you to stay." He looked agitated for a moment, then tired, very tired. "I know you've an interest in Lily Evans."

"An interest, sir?" Lily was somewhat surprised. James used to ask her out a lot. But she just always wrote it off as he was a prat and didn't like that she didn't like him back. She might have liked him a little before she realized how annoying he was though. He hadn't been asking her out so much last year and hardly at all this year though. She assumed he finally gave up. Maybe not. She was also surprised to find that the Headmaster might comment on it. At least it seemed he was going to stay away from the reason for their singing in class.

"An interest as in, having romantic feelings for her. Or just possibly I'm mistaken and it's just the desire to get to know her better as a friend. Either way, you are interested in her. Are you not?"

"I suppose so, sir." She really wasn't sure how she was supposed to answer that. Dumbledore should be having this conversation with James not her!

"At any rate, this interest means you notice things about her that others do not. Has she been acting unusual lately? Odd in any way?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

"What do you mean what do I mean? I mean out of the ordinary, James. Have Lily's patterns of behavior changed at all? Nothing big, just the sort of thing only someone who knew her well and who watched her and studied her for years would know. Something you would know that no one else would."

"I meant, sir, how lately? Today?"

"No, James. I mean for several weeks now. I'm concerned. She's not eating half as much as she used to. She doesn't smile so much anymore. The little things, James! The kind of things you would notice because of how you feel."

"I don't know, sir," Lily mumbled. Dumbledore had noticed these things? She'd barely noticed them herself.

"James, cut out the 'sir' nonsense. I've known you since you could walk."

Funny, James, she thought. You never mentioned that.

"James, you know how you feel for her. I know how you feel for her. If anyone beside myself noticed what's going on with her it's you. Now tell me, have you noticed anything odd?"

"I'm not really in the mood to discuss this right now. I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry. But remember, I'm here if you need to talk. Is there anything you'd like to say? To get off your chest?"

Lily sat there for a moment. She thought about telling the truth. Telling him that she was Lily and her and James had switched places using a book he'd stolen from the restricted section of the library. "No, sir," she said in a small voice.

"Alright then. Go back to class. I'm sorry for the way I've been acting." He peered closely at her. "You don't look well. Did you get enough of rest?"

"I got enough rest. I'm just not feeling very well."

"Maybe you'd best see Madam Pomfrey."

"I think I'll be alright." She didn't know Madam Pomfrey that well. The nurse had only just started at the school this year after all.

"Okay then, Mister Potter. If you feel ill on your way to your next class, just go back to your dormitory. If your professor inquires about your absence I'll alert them that you're ill."

"Thank you, professor." Lily stood up on wobbly legs and walked out of the office. She found herself dizzy.

She also found James waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, just on the other side of the gargoyle.

He glanced up immediately upon hearing her footsteps. The words spilled out of his mouth as he raced to hold her up as she started to stumble and fall, "Lily, are you okay?"

She passed out, staring up at concerned green eyes…

Disclaimer #2: I do not own Aretha Franklin's I Will Survive. I do not own My Girl.

Be forewarned there will be more songs (I like random outbursts of songs); I don't own any of them. Most of the songs I'm going to use are from around the time Lily and James were in Hogwarts (I think) but I can't guarantee exact years will be accurate. They will mostly just be songs I love.

Hehe! What did you think? I'm trying to come up with a new name for the story and I need ideas. Trading Places? A New Face? Anything that's better than "Switched"?

REPLIES:

Hazen—Thanks.

PeRkieGuRL—Hehe. Thanks. What shouldn't James have told her?

Cj—Thanks. Yes, so far chapters are longer than most of my stories. I think the first day of the switch takes the first 6 chapters.

Starborn—Yeah, I like clueless James. It kind of fits him. Don't worry, James will have his time of the month. That's something I just can't pass up!

Marina—Thanks. Right now I actually am a few chapters ahead. I think I'm on 7, but I've been delaying things because I'm stuck on seven and having a little trouble getting past it. Lookee, I posted before Friday!

Radioactive Bubblegum—stares You like LotR? I love LotR! I've got a fic story for that that I'm going to be starting as soon as I've got some of my HP and AF stuff done. Thanks! I didn't even know you read HP. This is bizarre: AF, LotR, HP, Chrestomanci…Are you sure you aren't really my long lost twin?

Mrs. Just wait until he has to find out about what they're for.

WalkingCensure—Thanks. Update was moved up!

J.E.A.R.K. Potter—Thanks, always good to hear from a fellow Erin (that's my name too if I didn't already tell you)

siriusforeva—Thanks. Yeah, I'm kind of looking forward to writing it but I don't think it's going to happen until day 3 or 4 of the switch.

FrightninglyObsessed—cackle Of course. James torture is always fun.

HPERdingdong39—hehe. I kind of modeled Lily after myself as far as the not caring what she looks like thing. Part of my crusade against clichés. You know, the ones where they switch places and Lily gets James already for his date with lots of makeup and spends hours on his hair? But I don't think there will be any dates in this story. I've kind of decided that James is James the Unobtainable Potter and Lily is Lily the Untouchable Evans. Basically, they don't date, even though girls swoon over James. We all know there's only one girl for Jamesie, right?

Angel's Demise—Thanks. It was Friday for me! I don't have school tomorrow.

FlamezFlyer—Thanks. Yeah, I wanted to do a decent James. I figured I'd try to alter the James-is-a-womanizer personality a lot of fics give him. Besides, if he was going to be…er…indecent, I would have thrown my computer out the window rather than write this fic. There are many things I won't write and indecency of that sort is one of them.

I repeat my warning to all of you: There will be more random outbreaks of songs! I never really understood how like in musicals and Disney movies people could just randomly break out in song, but it happens to me all the time so I am incorporating a lot of it into this fic. Enjoy and review!