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The students left Dumbledore's office less confused then when they entered but slightly angrier. "How could he do this to us, and then not even care enough to switch us back, when my parents find out, the old bat will be out of a job." Blaise huffed on about.
Hermione looked over at him and even surprised herself with the calmness in her voice, "Well, that's just the things isn't it. No one is going to know because we aren't allowed to tell anyone what happened. But I'm sure you're parents would like to know why the Head Master resorted to this method in the first place. I don't think they would be happy to hear that you sent poor Neville here up into the rafters." She walked around to the next complaining Slytherin, Draco. "And I'm sure you're mother would be just thrilled to hear that her dear sweet boy got bested at the hands of a filthy mudblood girl." She stated, her voice dripping with sarcasm and contempt. She stepped back so she could get the full view of the body confused students in front of her. "Listen, this situation isn't going to get any better by fighting it or complaining. I suggest we do what Dumbledore says and get to know each other. Who knows, it might just be the thing that gets us back into our own bodies, and I am willing to try just about anything to get out of this one."
The rest of the students looked at her contemplating what she had just said. "She's right, how about we all call a truce till we can get back to our old selves." Ron added holding his hand out to Pansy, who stared at him for a minute before finally taking it. To the poor third year Gryffindors this looked very strange indeed, Pansy extending her hand out to Ron and him excepting it? They were even more confused by the body of Hermione telling them to get lost but on their way out of the hall they saw something even more disturbing, Draco and Hermione shaking hands.
The rest of the students followed suit and began walking off in their separate ways with their bodies to get to know each other better. Harry and Ginny, who apart from Fred and George, had it the easiest, seeing as they got along to begin with, walked up to the Gryffindor common room to talk. "Ginny, how do you deal with these cramps? I feel all bloated and emotional and I can't control a thing." With an overly whinny and high pitched voice.
Ginny snickered, adjusting her new glasses. "You just got to sit it out, Harry. Mione and I deal with it every month, I'm sure you can handle it a week." She assured him. He gave her the dirtiest look Ginny had ever seen on her own face. 'Is that really what I look like when I get mad?' She wondered to herself, head tilted to the side.
"I have survived everything! I am Harry Potter! The boy who lived! I have lived through...four...five...whatever...attacks by Voldermort and countless other villains. I have lived through the Avada Kadavra curse! I should be able to handle a few cramps...but no one ever prepared me for this! The bloating, the aches, the cramps, the clotting, the bleeding..." With those last words, Harry fell onto the couch in the common room, openly sobbing like the little girl he now...and would probably always, be. "This is unprofessional of Dumbledore! What in all his great BLOODY wisdom made him think this was a good idea!" He continued to cry, actually leaning forward to rest his head on Ginny's...or his own...shoulder, sniffling as she stroked his hair, murmuring that it would be OK, the whole time a huge grin on her face.
"Come on Harry...I know just the thing. We can up to my...I mean your...my room, eat some chocolate, have some pumpkin juice, take a bath, do a facial and deep condition our hair...and in the end, you'll feel amazing." She assured, holding her friend's hand in her own. He sniffled a few more time, looking at her with a hopeful look.
"Alright...as long as we use the aloe vera facial moisturizer mask...it takes thirty minutes...and some cucumber slices for my eyes." He mumbled, not even caring how girly he sounded. Let's face it, if he was going to be in a girl's body, at least he could do what he enjoyed doing and not be embarrassed about it. Ginny smiled, nodding.
"You can have any kinda of facial mask you want, sweety." She assured in a motherly voice, helping him to his feet.
While Harry and Ginny were having some female bonding time, across the wing in the Slytherin common room was Ron and Pansy, looking pretty cozy on the sofa. Pansy sat in the center, Ron on the floor between her legs while she brushed and styled her hair, trying to ignore the strange noises Ron was making while she gently braided the thick dark hair.
"So...how many siblings do you have again, Weasley?" She demanded, looking frustrated. She had just never seen her hair from the back...though she had to admit, she had a nice ass. No wonder so many of the Slytherin's gawked at her as she walked by
"For the tenth SODDING time, I have six siblings. Five older brothers, and one younger sister." He said in frustration, pulling away and sulking. Pansy slid onto the floor next to him and sighed, throwing her hands up.
"I'm sorry, but you're parents are like rabbits, who knows when they stopped reproducing." She snapped, looking angry and annoyed. "Though why they kept breeding after the first one is beyond me. Didn't they take one look at your oldest brother and say "Well, we can't very well have six more of these little red headed bastards tormenting and running the earth, let's sterilize ourselves." ' She said with a roll of her eyes. What came next, she wasn't expecting. A small, rather feminine fist flying right at her face. Pain shot through her nose and she fell back, screaming in pain as Ron glared at her before realizing he just hit himself.
"Bloody hell, I hope I didn't break my nose." He muttered, kneeling over her. He knew he should feel bad, she hadn't deserved a punch, but in all honestly, through six years at Hogwarts, who hadn't wanted to punch Pansy in the face. He held out his hand to help her up, but instead of taking the offered hand, Pansy lunged at him, grabbing a hold of his hair and dragging him down to the ground, pulling his hair and screaming, which was a pretty manly scream considering it was Ron doing the screaming. Or his body at least.
"You'll pay for that, Weasley!" She screamed, grabbing his throat as she attempted to strangle him, shaking her own body rather roughly, not even caring that she couldn't breathe through her own nose currently.
Ron let out a war scream and lunged at Pansy who was darting behind a chair, fire poker in her hand as she attempted to keep him at bay, twirling the fire poker around her like a battle axe. Hermione and Draco walked into the common room on their way up to Draco's room since they figured the sight of Draco Malfoy in the Gryffindor dorm rooms would most likely have the effect of multiple heart attacks and maybe a few nervous break downs. They both stopped and watched as Pansy smacked Ron over the head with the poker and laugh manically before Ron took off his expensive female shoe and throw it expertly, smacking her directly in the head. Pansy collapsed, unconscious and Ron did a little victory cheer and Draco could have sworn he heard him humming 'Ding-Dong, the witch is dead' under his breath. Pansy didn't get up and Ron was caught between going to check on his body or enjoy the temporary silence before she was bound to resurrect herself and kill him. Because if she was dead, she would no doubt come back to life as a Zombie and cry and scream at him and if she was alive...the same scenario, either way, he'd have a migraine.
"I think it's going well between them." Draco said, face blank as they both stared at the unconscious red head with the same stoic expressions. Maybe in their mind, Ron had done the world a huge favor.
"Extremely well." Hermione agreed, following herself up the stairs to the dorm room she had woken up in this morning. She hadn't noticed before because of the terror of being a male, but the room was actually very pretty and clean. She studied the room as Draco moved past her to pick up his quills, books and Spider man comics off the foot of his bed and making room for her with out realizing he was being polite. She smiled, blushing slightly as she sat on the bed next to him.
"So...obviously we know each others names, ages and houses. Guess we should figure out more...personal information. We state some facts, then we ask a question, alright?" Draco said nervously, not accustom to talking to girls. Sure, shagging was one thing, but talking was much more complicated, not that he wasn't sure that Hermione was a great shag. There had to be a reason that Potter and Weasley were always happy, and the only reason Draco could conjure was they were all screwing like bunny rabbits. This of course, naturally led to a mental image of Hermione on his bed in a playboy bunny costume and Draco nearly jumped out his window to ease his insanity. Hermione, not seeming to notice any of Draco's mental break down, shrugged.
"Well, I'm an only child, my parents are dentist...and obviously, as you have pointed out so delicately, they are muggles." She said with a roll of her eyes. He gave her a guilty smile. "I have a very large fear of butterflies..."
"I know what to send you for your birthday." He interrupted, not really surprised when she glared at him.
"AND." She interjected before he could continue. "I'm allergic to latex...don't say a thing, Malfoy." she warned, holding up her fist, willing to damage her own face to induce pain on him if he so much as snickered. He remained silent, though she could have sworn she heard him mutter There goes safe sex for you, Granger under his breath. "My question for you is...what on earth do you put in your hair to keep it down. I've been trying all day and all I can assume is you glue it down." She said with a frustrated look.
Draco smile, shaking his head. "Don't be ridiculous Granger...it's a spell my mother taught me. I can't very well go around looking like a blond version of Potter. Have you seen the boy's hair? No thank you." He said with a shake of his head. "My turn, I'm Draco Malfoy...obviously I'm a pure blood, I enjoy Quidditch, Potions class, Death Eater camping trips and my favorite food in the whole world is Watermelon. I could eat it all day." He said. This caused Hermione to laugh, shaking her head.
Who knew that the first pair (besides Goyle, Crabbe, Seamus and Dean, because lets face it, they aren't that complex) to get along, would be Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Sure, during that night Ginny taught Harry how to shave his legs and he taught her how to shave her face. Pansy did eventually wake up and thanks to the well aimed shoe thrown by Ron, didn't remember a thing about their fight and ended up spending the night with Ron playing Chess, which turned out, she was very good at. If you didn't count the games where she had throw pieces at Ron's head or cheated. All of these things happened, but up in the Slytherin Dorm rooms, the most progress was being made. The one thing that would change the universe. Well, second if you count the part where Hermione taught Draco how to pee sitting down and to put the toilet seat down. (He claims he had no idea the lid was there to put down). No, the thing that was shocking was Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater, learned how to put a bra on, since the only practice he had ever had was taking them off.
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