Isn't That Me?
Chapter2
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He grinned mischeviously and lifted up the tank top to reveal a lavender bra. "I'm a D cup!" he yelled. Everyone stopped and stared at him. The boys whistled and clapped and the girls looked positively disgusted.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" a voice yelled.
Draco turned to see a spitting image of himself in a pink tutu with fake golden locks hanging from his head.
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Draco let the tanktop drop back down and he stared at the person staring at him. "What are you wearing?!" he screeched at the replica of himself. "What are YOU wearing?!" the person screeched back. "Come here," the person said, dragging him into an empty classroom.
"I'm Hermione!" the look-alike hissed. "Granger?" his eyes were wide with surprise. "Yes, Granger, you're Malfoy aren't you?" Draco blinked. It was odd having someone who looked exactly like him call him Malfoy. He nodded.
"Let's go," she said, grabbing his arm. Draco's eyes widened and he snatched his hand away. "Don't touch me, mudblood!" he exclaimed. "I was leading you!" she said hotly. "Fine then. If you don't want me to lead you to where we're going, you can go yourself!" she said tilting her chin up. "You do know where we're going right?" she said, eyeing him with a smirk.
"Of course I do!" Draco cried. Hermione nodded. "Okay. Go then!" she said. Draco frowned and walked out of the classroom. He walked straight and left. Hermione followed him closely. After a half an hour of going up and down the stairs and twisting and turning in the hallways, they arrived...
at the exact same spot they started from.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at Draco. "You don't know, do you?" she said. "I do! I just dont think its right for me to be leading you!" he said with a scowl. Hermione smirked. "Whatever you saaaay," she said in an annoying sing-song voice. Draco frowned and followed Hermione, scowling and cursing furiously.
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"Peppermint gargoyles," Hermione said the password to Dumbledore's office. The gargoyle sprang to life and they stepped onto the stairway. Hermione knocked the door. "Come in," said a voice from the other side.
They entered Dumbledore's office and sat down. "What brings you two here?" Dumbledore said, peering at the pair of them.
"You see Professor," Hermione began. Dumbledore was rather surprised at 'Draco's' politeness while 'Hermione' just slumped back in her chair, rolling her eyes and muttering darkly. "We woke up this morning to find our bodies...uh...switched," Hermione explained. "Ah...how interesting..." Dumbledore said, smiling slightly. Draco nearly fell off his chair. "Interesting?! I've switched bodies with a girl and a mu-ggleborn and you come and say its interesting?!" he almost yelled.
"Goodness, Mr Malfoy! Don't have to yell. I'm not deaf you know," he reached into a drawer. Draco's face lit up. He's going to give us the antidote! he thought joyfully.
Dumbledore pulled out a bowl of...small, shiny yellow balls. "Lemon drop?" he offered. Draco's eyes almost popped out of his head. "LEMON DROP?!" he screeched in rage. Hermione and Dumbledore looked equally startled. Hermione pulled Draco back onto his seat.
"Silencio," she muttered softly so that Dumbledore couldnt hear before taking a lemon drop and popped it into her mouth. Inside, she was fuming at Dumbledore's calmness although she respected and adored him...but watching Malfoy go nuts was extremely satisfying.
"How did this happen?" Hermione asked, fighting back a laugh at Draco's horrified expression at his lack of voice. Dumbledore inspected the pair of them carefully. "Hm...remember the duel you two had yesterday? Seems like the collision of the spells caused a...side effect," Dumbledore said.
"Then how can we undo this horrible side effect," Hermione asked, looking over to a mirror and frowning (obviously disgusted) at her reflection, Draco, however, turned to the mirror and adjusted a clip in his hair before turning back, satisfied. Hermione stared at him with a look on her face that screamed 'weirdo alert!' to everyone else in the room.
"There is no undo-ing it," Dumbledore said. Hermione lost it. "NO UNDO-ING IT?!" she shrieked. She dropped onto the chair and fanned herself. "But Professor!" she cried. "You two will stay together till I've found a cure-" Dumbledore said. "We have to what?!" Hermione shrieked again. Dumbledore, noticing Draco's lack of noise, lifted the silencing charm. "STAY TOGETHER!" Draco shouted. "Of all things you'd suggest!"
"You two can stay in seperate dorms if you would like to be in each other's houses for a few weeks..." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. Draco and Hermione exchanged glances.
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I can't believe that I'm going to bunk with that...that, Hermione struggled to find a word that could fit Draco. THING! She let herself fall onto her bed in one of the Hogwarts guestrooms. She walked into the bathroom. "Hey Malfoy!" she called. "What, Mudblood?!" she heard him answer. "Lend me your clothes!" she called back.
"No!"
"Please?"
"No!"
"Ok then. I guess I'll have to wear a skirt then...with pink flowers on it and parade around Hogwarts..."
Just then, a set of clothing whizzed into the bathroom and fell at Hermione's feet. She smirked. "Thanks!" she called in a too-cheery voice.
-----At Transfiguration on Monday-----
Hermione sat in class copying down notes while Draco lounged in his chair, not doing anything. Much to the surprise of everyone.
"-and that is why we should never to attempt to do it," Professor McGonagall finished. Draco's hand shot up in the air.
"Excuse me, Professor. But I didn't catch the whole thing. It's too hard for my big bushy head to consume," Draco said innocently. The whole class laughed and Hermione felt her cheeks burn.
After a few moments of Professor McGonagall explaining the whole concept (again), Hermione's hand shot up. "Yo, woman! I would appreciate it if you shut your trap or I will crush you personally wif ma New York accent for I am Donald Trump!" Hermione said, fighting back giggles. "Plus, ma head is trying to get that image of myself in my underwear. It is too ugly!" The class burst out laughing and Draco felt his cheeks burn. Harry and Ron were exchanging weird looks but laughing.
Professor McGonagall scowled. "Mr Malfoy! 10 points from Slytherin!"
Hermione smiled happily. "Thank you, Professor!"
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LoL. I'm done! Was it ok? Please review and give me some ideas for stuff they can do to each other! I'm running out. Pathetic, aren't I? Haha, anyway, thanks for reading! D