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The night wore on and the body confused students filtered out of their own common rooms and into their new body's common room. Avoiding strange looks from the normal students there, who had undoubtedly seen them act in a bizarre manor earlier that day. It had appeared to be a good day considering. Draco and Hermione were getting along, Ron and Pansy had managed not to kill each other, though Ron was sporting a nice bruise above his left brow from where Pansy threw the king at his head after he won the third game in a row. Though Blaise and Neville didn't talk much, they also didn't hurt each other either. In fact they barely even looked at each other as they managed to figure out the basics, names, ages, favorites. The four henchmen had no problems with lively conversation as they relayed humorous tales of follies by both Harry and Draco. Dean and Seamus left nothing out. Not even waking up to find Harry clinging tight to Ron screaming 'No Aunt Petunia, I don't want to go to the fair.' The two people that seemed to be taking it the hardest were the two who, before today, had commonly pretended to be each other to screw people up, Fred and George. Lee often came across them either writing to their mother asking for way to identify themselves and arguing about freckle placements, which considering the sources to be Fred and George didn't worry Lee that much. Though, he had to admit, something was off about them.
"Fred, this is my bed, remember, we are suppose to be each other." George yelled at his brother pushing him off the bed and watch as he landing in a large heap on the floor.
"George, no one is going to notice if I sleep in this bed, if you have noticed we look the exact same, plus, if we can't tell ourselves apart then neither can anyone else." Fred moved over to the bed and in a whisper added, "Besides, I have fond memories of this bed."
George heard him, a smile coming to his lips, "And why exactly is that, Fredrick?" George already knew what he was talking about but loved to watch his brother squirm just the same.
"Because I…" Fred began, knowing that this wasn't going to blow over and that he wasn't going to get to sleep until he divulged his long kept secret. "I…, well… I, kinda…. I shagged Katie Bell on this bed." He said in a huff.
"Yeah, really? So did I." George said, trying to get a rise out of his twin brother.
"Can we just drop it please, I'm tired and we have a long day ahead of us, or don't you remember, mandatory Quidditch practice."
"I almost forgot, it should be interesting seeing as how Pansy is Ron, does she even know how to fly a broom?" George added, almost in a laugh. Fred pretended to think, rubbing his chin in careful concentration.
"I would think that she would be better then Hermione...but anyway, Harry...or Ginny I guess, will have our heads if we don't get there on time so we should get some sleep." Fred said. Or at least he thought he was Fred. During the duration of this time, he had decided to be Fred regardless of his actual identity. What did it matter, as far as Fred was concerned, they both nailed the same girls so it didn't really matter in his opinion.
The next day started in much the same manor as the day before. People woke up, completely forgetting about what happened Saturday, or at least hoping it was a dream, to be disappointed by the body they saw in the mirror. Though the screaming was down to a minimum and Fred and George were taking it better today then the day before.
"Go morning George," Fred said with a smile and renewed sense of self.
"What are you so chipper about at this ungodly hour?" George replied groggily, rubbing his eyes and trying to adjust to the light Fred had created when he ripped open the curtains on his four poster bed.
"Quidditch practice, Harry's emotional, Ron is Pansy, and if we hurry we can see Hermione in the air before Slytherin practice is over. Shrugging, he followed his twin out the room to the Quidditch field where an epic war was already being fought. Of course, it didn't involve Voldermort or Lucius Malfoy trying to kill Harry Potter, but it was on that level of greatness. Hermione Granger vs. Draco Malfoy. Round one.
"Get on the broom! Get on the Broom!" Draco yelled, looking ready to pounce on a crying Hermione, which was a rather strange site. Draco Malfoy crying on a quidditch field.
"I'm afraid of heights! I just can't!" Hermione snapped, frustrated and at the end of her patience. He sighed, looking at his mirror image who was clutching his broom to her chest, looking almost frightened.
"Granger! The rest of the Slytherin team is getting done with practice. We have been on this ground for over an hour, the Gryffindor team is coming, all I'm asking is that you GET ON THE BROOM, WOMAN!" He shouted, almost yanking out his new thick curly hair. Hermione let out a yip, backing up a step and Draco immediately felt slightly bad. A miniscule of bad. Alright, he really didn't feel bad, he just wanted her ass on the broom. "I'm sorry honey, please...just get on the broom. You don't even have to fly." He soothed, trying to ease her fear.
"Yeah, 'Mione. You're in the one body that is use to have a large stick between his legs." Fred said, walking by and snickering while Draco shot him a dirty look before making an attempt to punch the tall Wealsey. Fred laughed rather obnoxiously and darted over to his broom...or his brother's broom. For once in his life, Fred was glad whatever he owned, his brother had an identical version. Draco, who at this point, was beet red, turned to Hermione who was trying not to laugh.
"Malfoy, the field is ours, get off!" Harry Potter ordered, walking onto the field, his bright red hair in a pony tail. He was in no mood. Between the cramps and the PMS, he was ready to take on anything, even Draco Malfoy in Hermione Granger's body. Thankfully, Ginny had taken mercy and given him something for the pain, but that didn't change the fact that his skin was breaking out with pimples and he constantly felt like he either had to cry or kill someone, preferably Draco Malfoy, which ever would make him feel better. Currently...premeditated manslaughter was coming to mind.
"I'm not leaving this field until Granger gets on the damn broom! I can't very well play the Seeker." Draco snapped, looking rather upset. Potter was always the lucky one. At least the female he switched bodies with knew how to fly and play Quidditch. Ginny was already up in the air, flying gracefully on her broom and making taunting remarks at Pansy who was seated rather uncomfortably in front of the three large hoops as Ron, the Gryffindor keeper. "I mean, Weasley got Pansy in the air in less then ten minutes." He added almost desperately, trying to ignore the proud smile on Ron's face who was standing less then ten feet away.
"Of course he got her on a broom, it's all the practice she's had riding those Slytherin boys." George retorted as he took off into the air.
Draco sighed, seeing that this was going no where. Pansy was already in the air, along with Ginny and Harry who was on his own broom giving her some last minute tips, and to make matters worse, his entire team couldn't understand why Hermione Granger was trying to get him on a Broom, when it was the other way around. He was going to have to go to the extremes to get this done, because he would NOT let Potter's body beat his, he didn't care who was in it.
"Everyone...bloody shut up." He hissed, grabbing a hold of Hermione's hand and dragging her away. "Alright...Granger...this is what we're going to do..." He took the broom and swung a leg over it, gesturing for his body to get on in front of him. "Alright, all embarrassment aside...you have had a good shag, right?"
Instead of retorting to this, Hermione simply turned around and punched him in the face, not even thinking that she was now hitting herself. It took a long time for Draco to realize what he said was wrong, and another long time to get Hermione to forgive him and actually get back on the broom with him behind her, arms around her waist and gripping the broom in front of her, thanking whatever god there was that his own team wasn't seeing this.
"Ok, all shagging comments aside...if you've been laid, its very much like a good one night stand...which is why I'm guessing Pansy is taking to this so fast." He said, winking up at Pansy who made no attempt to disguise the rather rude gesture she was giving him with her middle finger. In response, he simply said. "Already have!"
It was the longest quidditch practice in Hogwarts history because it took thirty minutes to get Hermione in the air and another thirty minutes to get her to fly alone. Then it took another hour to keep Pansy from killing Draco for his past comment and finally, the practice began and Hermione actually flew right into the pole of one of the giant ring, knocking herself unconscious. To make matters worse, Harry had started crying and stormed off saying that the men on the team didn't respect him and Ginny ended up having to buy him some chocolate before he came back on the field. So, all in all, it was a rather good practice in Draco Malfoy's eyes. At least he got in Hermione in the air, no matter how long she was up there.
"This is madness...it doesn't make any sense. Headmaster...it defies everything I was taught to believe." Madame Pomfry whispered, peering around a corner into the medical wing at her patient and his visitors. Dumbledore stood behind her, simply smiling. Hermione Granger was slouched in a near by seat gazing at the unconscious Draco Malfoy who still hadn't woken up, Ron at her side.
"She'll be ok, Draco." Pansy said, for once sympathetic. "And you'll be back in your body in no time, I'm sure there's no permanent damage to your body." She added, sitting by her former boyfriend's side.
"I don't care about my body...I care about he..." he stopped, suddenly have the urge to either kill Pansy, or himself. Killing Pansy seemed like the logical thing to do seeing as she was in Weasley's body, it would be killing two annoying birds with one stone. He did NOT care about Hermione Granger, he was only worried about his body...right? He sighed, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the bed, gazing at his own face. Why was he even attempting to lie to himself? Hermione had gotten on the broom because he had insisted on it, and now she was hurt with a huge swelling lump on the side of his head.
Madam Pomfry beheld the scene in front of her as she collected herself enough to go and talk to the rather obscure visitors that Draco Malfoy had. "Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley. Mr. Malfoy is going to be alright. He was simply knocked unconscious but should reawaken soon. He should also be well enough to attend classes tomorrow."
This seemed to ease Draco, or rather Hermione, as Madam Pomfry saw is, but Ron/Pansy still seemed rather upset. "Will there be any permanent damage?" He/she asked worry evident in his voice.
"No Mr. Weasley, he's going to be just fine, now if you will excuse me I have another patient to deal with." And with that Madam Pomfry walked away.
"Well that's excellent news." Pansy exclaimed, relief in her voice.
"Yeah," Draco added, lost in his own thoughts, "she's going to be ok."
"I meant, it's a good thing that filthy little mudblood didn't do anything to your body." She said in a huff. But Draco, for some reason unknown to him, would have none of that.
"Don't call her that, Pansy. You pug faced little bitch. She is twice the witch you will ever be." Draco finished a confused look crossing his facial features as he realized just who he defended.
Pansy's eyes immediately filled up with tears and she ran from the hospital wing. But Draco didn't pay any attention to her, he hadn't even realized that she left he was lost in deep thought. Why did I just defend Hermione, why did I just call her Hermione, and why was I so relieved that she's going to be alright. Do I… no, no, I can't like. I don't like, it would be so wrong if I, I couldn't possibly, like her? Oh bloody hell, I think I do like her. "I think I'm going to be sick." Draco said as the sudden urge to vomit passed over him.
Pansy was running so fast she didn't see the person in front of her. She was so preoccupied with getting back to the sanctuary of her bedroom that she ran right into Ron or herself actually, which only served to startle her back into reality. Ron looked up at Pansy ready to yell at her for making him drop his copy of Getting in Touch with your Female side, a Book for the more Sensitive you but then he noticed her tear stained face and felt the sudden urge to comfort her. "Pansy slow down, what's wrong?" He asked her in a voice so concerned it scared him. "Is it about practice today, because you were great. No one noticed that you almost fell off your broom when you tried to stop the quaffle." He pulled her into a hug letting her head rest on his shoulder which proved awkward because Pansy was in a 6'4 man and Ron, well, he was a 5'5 woman.
"It's something Draco said." She said between sniffs. "He called me a… a… a pug faced bitch. Now bitch I can handle because well, I am one. But pug faced? I just never.." She stated, crying uncontrollably into Ron's shoulder. He simply squeezed her tighter and pulled her closer.
"You are definitely pug faced. If it's in reference to your nose, I love it. It's one of the things I love most about you. That and your uncanny ability to irritate me so much I can't decide if I want to punch you or kiss you." He confided, and began to blush as he realized how much he had let slip. "Uh, maybe we should find someplace else to talk, we aren't as alone as we originally thought." He said noticing all the people walking out of the Great Hall, staring awestruck at Pansy comforting Ron.
It wasn't much, but it was a start. Ron agreed to allow Pansy to do his hair every morning if she made an effort to at least GUARD the hoops during the Quidditch games. She had firmly stated she couldn't be involved in a game where balls flew at her face and it had taken all the self control Ron had to not simply retort that she must have some practice in that area. It was Hogwarts history, Ronald Weasley holding hands with Pansy Parkinson. This beautiful, serene moment of peace lasted all of ten minutes, because by the time they reached the Great Hall, the students were shocked and a little wary of seeing Ronald Weasley crying next to Pansy who trying to stop the red head boy's wails.
"You're changing my words, Parkinson." Ron said, looking frustrated as Pansy, once again, was crying. She was damn emotional in his opinion.
"You think I'm fat!" She wailed, making an attempt to run towards the exit. He grabbed a hold of her…or his, arm and spun her around.
"I didn't say that, Pansy. I simply said when I tried to borrow one of Hermione's bras, it didn't fit. That just means your boobs are bigger, not that you're fat." He objected. She glared at him, putting her hands on her hips.
"Oh, so now I'm a slut with big breast." She snapped, face turning red with anger.
"I didn't say that!" He objected, looking not only confused but angry.
The peace had been broken and Ron and the rest of the Hogwarts students agreed…it was going to be a long week.
There was, however, peace in the infirmary. Hermione had just woken up and before she had a chance to yell at Draco, he silenced her with the two words that would make anyone have a stroke if they heard Draco Malfoy say them, especially to Hermione Granger.
"I'm sorry." He said quickly, leaning forward. "I should have known you didn't know how to fly and I pushed you and…" He stammered, looking worried and causing Hermione to roll her eyes.
"Draco, shut up." She said, not even realizing she had called him, Draco. He shut up immediately, playing nervously with a strand of long dark hair, biting his lower lip. "I'm alright…just disoriented, and don't worry. I'm sure all of Hogwarts is use to seeing you fly into poles, so it shouldn't be a big deal." She said with an impish smile. Draco decided to let that part slide, seeing as she couldn't be held accountable because of her head injury.
"Weasley and Potter looked ready to kill me when they saw you fall." He said casually, leaning back against the chair and staring at her curiously. "Can I ask you a question, Hermione?" He asked, following her lead and not calling her by her last name. She nodded, sitting up and rubbing her head. He drew a deep breath and leaned forward again, his elbows resting on his knees. "How exactly did…you fly backwards the entire practice and at the last moment, decide to fly forward before you smacked into the poll?"
This was answered with a rather dirty look and a pillow to the face and Draco snickered, backing up against the chair. "I'm serious, woman. You couldn't fly forward for your life, and then, the one moment you needed to back up and you flew head first into something." He added, dodging another pillow, a smile plastered on his face.
"Yeah, well, I couldn't help it. The broom must have malfunctioned from the strong chemical toxins that were being emitted by your radioactive hair. No one's hair is THIS blond." She muttered pointing to her head while trying not to smile and failing.
"Hey, my hair is naturally blond!" He objected, looking upset and a little humored by her accusations. Maybe he bleached a little, but that was really none of her business.
"Yeah right, since when was nuclear blond a natural color?" She asked, now grinning and rolling her eyes. "Come on, help me up, we have homework before tomorrow. Just because you're in my body and I'm in yours, doesn't mean that we have to get bad marks in Potions class."
As Draco helped himself out of the bed, he couldn't help but smile.
"What?" Hermoine asked as she rested her head against his shoulder, actually glad that there wasn't really that much of a height difference between her and Draco.
"I just realized…I called Pansy a pug faced bitch…do you think I'll be held accountable for that?" He asked innocently.
The next day in Potions class, the insanity that had been temporarily dormant during the night before and most of the day broke. "What do you think you're doing, Miss Granger? This is completely wrong!" Snape yelled, a little surprised by the look of shock on the girl's face. She should have been use to it in his opinion, he yelled at her every day of every year at Hogwarts.
"But sir…" Draco stammered, shocked. This was all new for him, usually he could no wrong in Potions class and to his knowledge, he had never failed anything. Hermione had tried to warn him about Snape's favorites, but he hadn't believed her. "Sir…I did exactly like you said. It's even green and foaming like you said it would be…what did I do wrong?" He asked, still confused.
"Because, it's absolutely wrong, there aren't enough bubbles and it's the wrong shade of green!" He yelled, moving over to Hermione who had purposely done everything wrong, leaving her potion purple and very slowly evaporating into steam. Gazing at the potion, Snape nodded. "Well done, Mr. Malfoy. Twenty points to Slytherin." He said before making a move to walk towards Harry who was singing softly and mixing potions according to how pretty their color was.
"That isn't fair!" Draco yelled, getting to his feet and glaring at the professor. "Her's is…I mean, his is completely wrong! Mine was right! It was right! I can't be expected to work under these conditions! I demand another chance!" He yelled, looking ready to pass out. Snape, who had been watching a flower grow out of Harry's cauldron, turned to who he thought was Hermione Granger.
"Miss Granger, please control yourself. I judged fairly and your potion was wrong!" He hissed, smirking at the outraged girl.
"But his is purple! PURPLE!" He shouted, breathing heavily.
"Twenty points FROM Gryffindor. Sit down Miss Granger!" He ordered as Pansy moved across the room to stop Hermione from lunging.
"Malfoy, stop it. You're going to get Hermione in trouble." Ron hissed, not paying any mind to the very confused potion professor who was standing over them. Draco let out a huff before giving Hermione a dirty look and sliding back into his seat, murmuring something about his potion. Snape sighed, rubbing his forehead. If he hadn't known any better, he could have sworn he saw Draco giving Hermione a sympathetic look.
To make matters worse, when he turned back to Harry, he was almost a little frightened to see the potion, the flower and the cauldron…gone. "Potter…where is your potion. And for that matter, where is your cauldron?" Snape questioned a look of almost comic confusion on his face. Ginny looked up, merely shrugging and grinning.
"I have no idea, I'm confused." She said simply, unable to stop smiling.
"Are you telling me your potion vanished…what did you mix up?" he demanded, looming over the thin dark haired boy who looked ready to burst out laughing.
"Well…I thought the pink one was pretty so I mixed it with the purple one and that made a flower which I thought was very lovely and…I saved the flower for you, Professor Snape." Ginny said happily, standing up and putting the flower behind Snape's ear. "There you go, Big boy." She added, sitting back down and smiling innocently. Snape had nothing to say. Harry Potter, his enemy, the boy he sought to destroy, was hitting on him. Of course, he had always assumed Harry had something going on with the Weasley boy, but who hadn't thought that at some point. This proved his theory that with out a doubt, Harry Potter was a fairy.
The rest of potion class didn't go very well at all. Snape had yelled at Ron Weasley who had run out of the room bawling and was quickly followed by Pansy Parkinson who shot him a dirty look and called him an "insensitive jerk." To make matters even worse, Harry refused to even ATTEMPT to actually make a potion that wouldn't make something pretty and Hermione Granger completely lost it half way through class and accused Snape of being a, and he quotes this later to Dumbledore, a "Slytherin loving, wannabe Death eater, Potion Nazi."
After Granger ran out, Draco Malfoy hurried about to him, claiming she wasn't in her right mind and had dealt with a lot of stress before running after her as well. By the end, most of his class was confused, in tears, and ready to owl home for their parents to come pick them up because Draco Malfoy was worried about Hermione Granger, even if in reality, it was vice versa. Everyone not switched with another body was sporting the same the world is coming to an end; the apocalypse is here, mentality.
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