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Too tired to disagree, the nine Gryffindors and the five Slytherins made their way sluggishly up to their rooms. They didn't even realize they had barely eaten or that most of the school was still awake. None of them had trouble falling asleep, not even Draco who still couldn't breath through his nose. Or Seamus, who was so exhausted from laughing that he didn't even make it to the bed, but rather, dropped unconscious while climbing onto it. No one was aware of what happened. Not Snape, who was muttering and cleaning his classroom as he silently cursed the eleven students that were sleeping above him.
By time the sun rose the next day, the eleven students stirred awake, blinking tiredly at the bright sunlight. All of them moaned and rolled over onto their stomachs, well, except Seamus who was sprawled out over the floor. The first one to make any attempt at a movement off the bed was Draco who rolled tiredly into a sitting position and ran a hand through his long, disheveled, tangled hair. The bright red and gold of the Gryffindor's dorm room met his gaze and for a moment, he didn't react, numbly studying his surroundings. His now brown eyes moved around the room, taking in the four other girls that he recognized as Gryffindors as well. His eyes widened and he looked down, his gaze taking in a pair of very obvious breast that were pretty noticeable under the thin night gown he wore.
A loud, very girlish scream echoed through the dorms, followed by ten other very distinct cries of horror. The figure of Draco Malfoy stumbled down the steps from the Slytherin Dorm room, not seeming to care that he was missing a shoe, his hair sticking up in very scary and abnormal directions, and his pants were on backwards.
"I'm not Draco Malfoy." He kept muttering, shaking his head as he looked around, wondering where in the hell the exit was. He stopped, looking around in panic and ignoring the looks of shock he was getting from Millicent. "Right...ok...don't freak out. What would Draco do if he was lost...in his own common room..." the male voice said, pale grey eyes gazing around until they fell on the large and imposing figures of Crabbe and Goyle who looked just as confused as he was. "Right, he would ask his lackeys." The person said, hurrying over to Crabbe and Goyle. 'Sound like Malfoy...how would Malfoy sound?
"Oi, Crabbe and Goyle...Come here this instant, I demand it."
For a moment, nothing happened. Crabbe and Goyle continued to talk to each other, both looking increasingly confused. Though no one paid them the slightest bit of attention, because...,when did Crabbe and Goyle not look confused. Draco Malfoy moved closer, fair face full of anger. This too went unnoticed, because again, when was Draco Malfoy not angry, or at least very bitter and pompous. 'Ok, that wasn't Malfoy enough...ok, something snobbish and kind of nasally, like he something in his nose all the time'
"Crabbe, Goyle, I order you to come by my side and listen to my every word or I shall have you killed." Alright, a little over the top.' Crabbe and Goyle finally turned around, both of their faces full of shock. The seconds ticked by, the silence between three growing, when suddenly, Crabbe hit Goyle's arm lightly.
"He means us, remember? We're Crabbe and Goyle." Crabbe said, sounding some what uncertain. Goyle blinked before nodding.
"Right, I'm Goyle." He said, nodding but not looking like he believed himself. "But Malfoy...we're not Crabbe and Goyle." Crabbe nodded in agreement, looking some what depressed and ready to cry.
"He's right, I'm Seamus and he's Dean..." Goyle said, his voice actually taking on an Irish lilt to it. Draco let out a sigh of relief smiled, leaping forward and hugging Crabbe, and then Goyle fiercely. This drew a little attention from the rest of the common room, but there had always been some soft whispers of rumors if Draco Malfoy was gay, so they didn't care.
"That's FANTASTIC!" Draco said, actually crying rather girlishly. "Because I'm not Draco Malfoy..."
Dean and Seamus's eyes widened and they looked at the slender blond boy, heads tilting to the left at the same time. First, Malfoy hugs them, and then he cries. All of this they could shrug off as Malfoy behavior, but when he stated that he was in fact NOT Malfoy, this caught their attention.
"Well...who are you?" Seamus asked, Crabbe's face full of confusion. Draco sighed, looking confused and worried.
"It's me...Hermione."
Ginny Weasley ran through the boy's dorm, up the stair and into the room, her bright red hair wild around her face as she jumped onto Harry's bed, nearly tackling Harry in the process. Harry gazed at her, looking at her almost tearfully, his lower lip trembling. "Hey, that's my..." he started, but was cut off as she nodded.
"I know, you're body...I kinda guessed that since you have mine." Harry said, his voice tiny and girlish coming from Ginny's mouth. (Though, come on, Harry's voice has always been tiny and girlish) They stared at each before Ginny, or Ginny in Harry's body, leaned forward and hugged the thin red headed girl to him.
"My mother always said this would happen. She always said get tied up with troublesome boys and something really awful and tragic will happen." Ginny practically whine, looking slightly humorous in Harry's body while she did it. Ron was staring at this, an ugly sneer on his face as he attempted to brush his wild red hair and Neville sat beside him on the bed, looking furious and ready to kill someone. This would have seemed strange, if it hadn't been Pansy in Ron's body and poor Blaise, he could it the worse. He got stuck in Neville. Dean and Seamus, or at least their bodies, were sitting mutely, looking confused and lost. So nothing had changed in that area, since it didn't matter what body they were in, Seamus, Dean, Goyle, and Crabbe were always confused.
"I don't care if it wasn't your fault, you bloody bitch, that's my body you're in!" Draco snapped, glaring hatefully at Hermione, who was sighing and leaning against the wall.
"What, you think I enjoy having to pee standing up?" Hermione fired back not noticing the small crowed of first years looking at them in utter confusion. Hermione, in Draco's body, hadn't changed her appearance much from the earlier display in the Slytherin common room. Though she did find his other shoe and managed to get his pants on the right way. The hair did leave a little something to be desired though. She finally noticed the first years and being in no mood to deal with the strange looks, she grunted and told them to move along. Wow, now I see why Malfoy does that all the time. Works like a charm.
Draco, noticing that Hermione seemed to be off in her own little world, tried to bring her back down to the situation at hand. "Hey, Granger. Enjoying yourself?" At that Hermione snapped back into reality and scowled at Draco, which seemed a bit strange to her seeing as she was staring daggers at herself.
"No more than you are, Malfoy. We should hurry to Professor Dumbledore. I am not going to spend the whole day in this body and Merlin only knows what you are doing at mine." Just then a horrible thought shot through her, what if he did something to me? Oh, he's going to see me naked. Hmm, that's not a bad idea… They turned the corner and witnessed some mildly complaining Slytherins and a bunch of anger ridden Gryffindors waiting outside Dumbledore's office. Hermione quickly ran up to Ron and was about to explain that she was missing her body when his arms wrapped around her, completely throwing her off guard.
"Oh, Draco, thank god. Something terrible has happened." Pansy said in Ron's voice. Now to a passerby this would look completely strange, Ron hugging Draco, obviously happy to see him. Hermione pushed him off of her/him, still a bit confused as to what was going on.
"Who are you? You are defiantly not Ron, I just pray I'm dreaming." Hermione muttered to herself as she turned around to try and find Harry. She then spotted him standing next to Ginny against the wall, back away from the crowed of angry students. She hesitantly walked over to them. "Look, this is all really confusing and I know this is hard to believe but I'm Hermione and well, please tell me you're Harry." She said quickly trying to keep her head from spinning.
Harry's body straightened up slightly at this and said, "I'm Harry." Hermione was shocked and completely overcome with joy.
"Really," she said with disbelief, noticing that he didn't really look himself today, he was different, not in a bad way but in an, I actually combed my hair today way.
"No." He stated seriously.
"Then why did you say that," Hermione threw back, feeling as though a ton of bricks had fallen on her head.
"Because you told me to. Don't worry Hermione, I'm Ginny, and Harry here, is me. Rotten luck you got stuck in Malfoy but tell me something, is he this good looking without his clothes?" Ginny said laughing a really girly laugh (because lets face it, Harry's laugh is quite girly). Hermione did blush a little at this because she had wondered the very same thing. Just then Harry made his presence known.
"If you girls are quite through with the boy talk, how about we figure out what is going on here, and can everybody just SHUT UP! I just can't take all the fighting." He said almost on the verge of tears.
"What's wrong with him?" Hermione asked looking back at Ginny.
"I started my period yesterday, so my guess, PMS. It's payback time." Ginny said with a huge grin on her face.
Harry looked absolutely miserable, his/her arm wrapped around his midsection, obviously suffering. "How do you deal with this, Ginny." He practically whined, attempting to adjust his plaid skirt. Hermione watched all of this, an amused smile on her face. If the situation hadn't been so dire, she would have definitely found some poetic justice in this situation. After discovering the identities of one of her best friends, it didn't take long for the rest of the body swapped students to sort out who was who and separate into their normal little crowds. To a passerby, this was very interesting indeed. Most of the Hogwarts students were convinced that they were hallucinating when they passed Draco, Ginny, Harry and Pansy walking along side of Blaise, Goyle and Crabbe, muttering about how horrible Slytherins were. This rather odd social crowd was immediately followed by the agitated figures of Hermione, Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville who were glaring at their fellow Gryffindors with undisguised hatred.
"I knew that Granger bitch was to smart for her own good. She probably did this to us! My poor hair. Look at what she has done to it!" Draco practically wailed, still attempting to get his new long wild brown hair out of his face. "How can I be expected to trust her with my fabulous hair when she can't even manage her own!" He continued to complain, his voice taking an almost tear filled edge. Colin Creevey, who had been running by with his infamous camera, froze and stared at Draco with wide eyes and a half opened mouth. It took Draco a moment to realize how odd this looked to the poor half witted boy, Hermione Grange insulting herself in a rather crazy manner. Now, anyone with more common sense would have attempted to explain to Colin about the situation, but not Draco Malfoy. He wasn't for making things better, so he did the only thing he knew how to do. He made it worse.
"Get lost, you camera wielding, pathetic little freak!" He snarled, feeling Hermione's mouth curl up in an imitation to his own sneer. Before Draco could do any more damage to Hermione's now fragile reputation, Ginny, or rather, Harry, walked up, a frustrated look on her freckled face.
"Malfoy." He hissed, pulling the brown haired girl after him. "I know it's a stretch...but ATTEMPT to act like a human being. Remember...you're Hermione Granger, muggle born witch who is the soul founder of S.P.E.W, wear the title proudly..." Harry said, his new girly tone high and slightly irritating to Draco. He never realized just how annoying Ginny's voice was when she talked, not that he could really tell the difference between hers and Harry's, there was just so many similarities. Though, he suddenly realized that his rival Potter was right. He was Granger, the muggle born do-gooder. He was not only a girl, but a big mouthed, large haired, reasonably attractive, pretty faced muggle born! Draco stopped walking, suddenly looking sick and the rest of the body confused students stopped, looking turning in the direction of the fuzzy haired girl, confusion on their face. Again, most likely Goyle, Crabbe, Dean and Seamus weren't confused about Draco's behavior but rather more the simple fact that they either weren't that bright, or simply, just confused.
"Muggle born...Spew...big hair..." Draco stammered, face going pale and lower lip trembling in a rather girlish way. It wasn't those three things that made him sick though, it was the last thoughts he had of Hermione. Reasonably attractive? Pretty faced? Draco darted into a near by classroom, dumping the contents of his stomach, vomiting onto McGonagall's classroom floor. Hermione was the first to follow after Draco and her body, not sure which she was more confused about.
"Jesus Granger, don't you eat. That was all stomach acid." Draco moaned as Fred and George Weasley appeared, identical faces full of worry as they stared down at what they assumed was Hermione.
"Hermione, are you alright." This of course, was the first in a list of confused questions and shocked expressions. At first, they assumed Fred and George were simply worried for the welfare of their siblings and friends from the worried and slightly confused look on their identical faces.
"Don't worry guys, we'll be OK." Ginny tried to reassure, hugging her brother. This again made students stop and stare at the famous Harry Potter hugging one of the Weasley twins, but don't worry, everyone also assumed Harry might be gay as well. He spent far too much time with the Weasley boy in the student's opinion.
"It's not that Ginny." George said. At least, Ginny assumed it was George. George was the taller one, right? Or was it Fred? Or were they both the same height.
"Yeah...we woke up in each others beds...we just assumed we had slept walk." The other said, looking very worried and just a little baffled. All twelve of the Hogwarts students stared at the twins, a confused look on their faces. Had they switched? It was so hard to tell. Fred and George looked ready to either cry or run full throttle into a near by wall.
"What if we swapped?" Fred worried. He was convinced he was Fred. He had woken up in George's bed, so by all laws of physics and magic, he had to be Fred. Or had he woken up in George's bed? He clung to George's arm. Or was it Fred's arm? Who was he? Did they even swap? They turned to look at each other faces, mirroring each others actions.
"Oh no..." Ron said, sensing a panic attack coming along. Though in his opinion, his twin brothers were being extremely childish. They at least didn't have to wear a plaid skirt or be Pansy Parkinson. He sighed, watching as George...or Fred...pointed out a freckle that he might or might not have had the day before. It was going to be a long day.
Albus Dumbledore stared at the frantic students, speechless. Things had not gone as he planned, not at all. Ron was sitting shockingly still as Pansy did his hair in the office, seeing nothing better to do and Ginny and Harry where whispering in hushed voices about lady problems and what tampons to use and was it normal to feel this bloated. The mere sight of tall Ron Weasley professionally styling a girls hair was not going to go well if it got out into the public. Draco and Hermione weren't talking at all and Neville was to terrified to even admit or confront the problem at hand, which left Zambini fuming and cursing about why he had to get the dumpy body, he would have much rather preferred Seamus, a fact that the Headmaster thought better left alone, not wanting to dwell on why Zambini was so interested in Seamus.
"Mum always said we should be our own person, that we shouldn't see ourselves as a pair, but rather individual people...how the bloody hell are we suppose to do that? What if we weren't even swapped? What if we just don't know each other, what if we never change back, what if I'm forced to have this body forever!" George almost wailed, the twins clinging to each other. The opposite twin, the one they had labeled Fred with a big F drawn on his forehead, punched his brother.
"Like you could tell if you were stuck with it or not." He muttered, utterly depressed. Dumbledore rubbed his forehead, at least saying a small blessing that Goyle, Crabbe, Dean and Seamus were actually sharing 'How to be a good side kick duo' with each other, smiling and joking.
"Always laugh at their jokes, Draco loves that. Makes him think he's bloody hilarious." Goyle said, or rather, Dean. His body was sitting across from him, nodding.
"I know! Harry loves it when we laugh at his jokes." Dean said, nodding. Instead of making Dumbledore relieved that they were getting along, it made him concerned at how the four had made it through so many years at Hogwarts being so dense.
"Headmaster...do you know how to switch us back?" Hermione asked, still looking rumbled and frustrated in her new and improved Draco body.
"Well, Mr. Malfoy.. Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Granger. This will take some getting use to. I didn't intend for you to switch bodies with members of the opposite sex, this does pose a bit of a problem, though the reversal should work on the same principles." Dumbledore added mostly to himself as he was trying to workout in his mind how this could have gone so wrong.
"You mean to tell us that YOU did this to us! Why, how could you do this to me.. I mean just look at me." Pansy yelled, still trying to fix the mess that was her/now Ron's hair.
"Mr. Weasley, I mean Miss. Parkinson, I'm very sorry, will you please sit down." Dumbledore said, trying to calm down the frustrated Slytherin.
"Weasley, you called me Weasley? Do I look like a Weasley to you!" She said, almost in tears again, because well, that's all Pansy was good at, being hysterical at inopportune times. Ron, in Pansy's body, turned around.
"Well, actually Pansy.." but he was cut off by a small smack to the face and a hysterical Pansy muttering something about it being a rhetorical question.
"Please, students. I need you to all remain calm so we can figure this out." Dumbledore pleaded as he stood up and began to pace around the room. After what seemed like forever he came to the conclusion that they would just have to act like each other until the spell wore off.
"You want us to WHAT?" Draco cried out, slumping further back in his chair.
"It will be for the best Mr. Malfoy, it would be difficult to explain to the whole school that you have all switched bodies with each other. No one will know but me, and of course you. I suggest that you spend the rest of the day getting to know your counterparts as you will have to pretend to be them for the time being. This is where I wish you all good luck and send you on your way. And let me just add that the only way to switch back is to trust one another and see what's inside. That is all." And with that Dumbledore walked to the door and ushered them all out of his office. Leaving them to their own devices.
I apologize if it seems slightly hard to follow, there are two people working on this story. I hope to have the next chapter up soon enough.
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