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McGonagall did what Dumbledore asked her to and escorted the 14 students up to his office. Though she was slightly curious why these students were the ones chosen she didn't bring it up as the disgruntled students stepped into the Headmasters office. They were all sure that this had been the final straw, they had cross the line this time and were going to be shipped back home, regardless of who's body they were in. The entire walk up to the Headmaster's office Neville was having a mental break down, convincing himself that when they did get expelled he was simply going to run away because his poor grandmother's heart couldn't take this kind of shock. That was until he noticed a smile playing on the old mans lips. I must have imagined it, or maybe, maybe he is taking enjoyment out of ridding his school of me, once and for all. Neville wasn't the only one of the students whose thoughts were of this nature. Pansy appeared as though any minute she was going to breakdown into hysterics…. again, and Harry's eyes filled with tears as he clutched his abdomen, not because he was afraid but because the cramps he was having were too much for him to bear at the moment. The students stood there in deafening silence until McGonagall excused herself from the room and made her way back to the Great Hall. It way then that the students were sure he was smiling.

"Come, sit down, make yourselves comfortable," he told them in a very warm, comforting voice, which apparently was too much for Pansy, who again began to cry uncontrollably. "Mr. Weas… I'm sorry I mean Miss Parkinson, please. There is no need to cry." This only upset Pansy more, who was now beginning to hyperventilate. It was then that Ron rushed to her side and began stroking her shoulder in an attempt to calm her. This act of kindness only added to Dumbledore's smile as he was beginning to appear giddy which seemed oddly out of character for him. "I asked you into my office today, not to punish you for 'redecorating' the Great Hall, but to complement you on being able to work past your differences and lend a helping hand to one another, albeit in a relatively unique way. I am also rather sorry to inform you though, that you will not be able to go home for the winter holiday as I'm sure a few of you would be against that anyway." He added looking over at both Draco and Hermione who was helping him pull pasta noodles out of his bushy hair. "Instead you will spend the holidays here with one another working together to change back. Might I add that resisting your heart is futile in your attempts to become your full selves again, because the spell not only reflects the mind but the heart as well."

Dumbledore's words were interrupted by a loud, resounding smack which caused all of them to turn and look at Pansy and Ron who were both looking rather guilty, Pansy's hand against Ron's face. She blushed and shrugged.

"I thought I saw a bug." She said innocently before going back to attempting to clean the gravy off of Ron's face. Ron gave her a rather dirty look, muttering something about it was rather convenient that the "bug" appeared right after he made a comment about how Pansy was always falling apart over the dumbest things.

"Sir…I have to see my parents." Malfoy said, sitting forward and looking almost panicked.

"What parents…don't you only have one?" Ron snickered. "Last time I checked, your daddy was locked up for cross dressing with Voldermort."

"Don't talk about my dad!" Draco snapped, getting to his feet. "So he was a death eater, so what. That was a long time ago and….he wasn't himself!" He said, looking ready to cry. Dumbledore could already see where this was going…and it wasn't a good thing.

"Says Voldermort Jr." Harry muttered, ducking one of Hermione's glares.

"Harry take that back!" Hermione pleaded, already seeing Draco make a move to attack Harry who was pulling Ginny in front of him like a shield. Ginny screamed as Draco tried to bash Harry's head in with his shoe. How his shoe had gotten off his foot and into his hand, no one knew, but what Draco did know was that his new shoe had a slight heel on it. The heel came in contact with Harry's head and Draco gave a whoop of triumph only to be tackled by Ron. This was all very amusing to Dumbledore who was in fact seeing Hermione bash Ginny on the head only to be tackled by Pansy.

Ron was pulling at Draco's hair, ignoring Hermione's cries about damage to her hair and Harry was pleading with everyone to stop the violence and get along. Dumbledore felt like crying. He had seen many horrible things in his time at Hogwarts, but this was definitely the first to bring tears to his eyes. It had been going so well. Crabbe, Goyle, Seamus and Dean were simply standing to the side, not knowing whose side to run to aid and Neville was hanging from the chandelier. Dumbledore did a double take and wondered how in the hell the round boy had once again ended up there. Blaise was actually trying to help him down seeing as it was his body up there. Pansy was trying to keep Draco from getting to Ron, while at the same time trying to help the presently smaller Ron to his feet while crying.

"Harry! Stop trying to attack Draco!" Hermione pleaded, trying to pull her best friend off her body. Harry ignored her while trying to grab at Draco's hair. Draco was actually screaming like a little girl while trying to grab for Ron.

"Leave Ron alone!" Pansy shrieked, punching Draco in the nose just as Hermione smacked Harry hard, almost enjoying the sickening crack her hand made when it came in contact with Harry's new female nose. Blood gushed, Pansy cried, and Neville was still stuck near the ceiling. It was safe to say, things were back where they started at the beginning.

Dumbledore was about to just give up when he looked at the situation again. Sure, Harry's nose was broken. Sure, Neville was hanging from the ceiling and crying like a child…but they hadn't attacked the opposite house. They had defended their counterpart. Hermione was helping Draco up while trying to apologize to Harry who was snuffling and trying to stop the bleeding. She tried to feel bad, but she had to admit it had felt good to simply give Harry a good sock in the nose. Fred and George were simply seated, giving Dumbledore death glares and Ron was attempting to tame Pansy's wild, disarrayed hair while trying to stop her high pitch cries. Sure, they had fought and there had been blood shed, but at least it was against their own house members. In Dumbledore's book, that was a step forward.

"Students," Dumbledore yelled in a stern voice that not many were use to. "Come to order, all this fighting is silly and getting you no where but the infirmary. Ginny, would you please escort Harry down to Madam Pomfry and see if she can do anything to stop the bleeding. It appears as though Miss Granger packs a mean punch." He added with an indifferent look about him, appearing as though he felt Harry got what he deserved. Or could it have possibly been that he was grateful that Hermione had come through and defended Draco Malfoy? "The rest of you need to get cleaned up and make your way back to your common rooms, or should I say your bodies' common rooms." With that the students slowly got back on their feet and headed towards their rooms, with the exception of Ginny who was leading a very pathetic Harry to the hospital wing (but lets face it, when is Harry not pathetic, even if he is in a girls body).

"Harry, if you don't let me lead you, you're going to walk into a wall." Ginny said as she yanked at his arm pulling him off the course of walking straight into another wall.

"I'm trying Ginny, there's blood everywhere," Harry gurgled trying to lift his head up higher to stop the blood from his nose. He hadn't realized just how strong Hermione was, now I know how Malfoy felt when she punched him in third year. This hurts like hell. He thought to himself a very thoughtful look on his face, or as thoughtful as one could get covered in blood.

Ginny just started to laugh at this. "Well, maybe you shouldn't have said that about Draco." Seeing that a scowl began to form on Harry's face she tried to explain herself. "What I mean is that he's trying, he's being nice to Hermione and he's defending her, maybe you should give him a chance, Hermione can, and she has every reason to hate him." She finished as she tried to get him up the last step up to the infirmary and a healed nose. At hearing not only Ginny call Malfoy, his sworn enemy, Draco but hearing her defend him he stopped dead and looked straight at her, ignoring the blood that now drenched the front of his robes.

"So, you're on a first name basis with the largest git in school? And when did you start taking his side over mine?" He said angrily, almost sounding like a whinny girl (which, lets face it we are use to because of fifth year). Harry, who lifted his head back up to control his bleeding didn't see the upset look in Ginny's eyes.

"I'm not taking anybody's side; I just think you should give him a chance." Ginny pleased trying to avoid an inevitable fight. At hearing this Harry was furious, how can she expect me to just forget everything he's done and do that?

"The day I give Malfoy a chance is the day you and I are caught snogging in the broom closet." He finished in a huff, not noticing the increasingly depressed look on Ginny's face. He said it as if it were the most ludicrous thing in the world when in fact since the beginning of the year that's all he's wanted to do. But of course he could never tell Ginny that and if Ron found out he was a dead man.

"You know what, you deserved what you got, I just wished I got there first, I am taking DRACO'S side and that started when HE became more of a man that you…. And what would be so wrong about snogging ME in a broom closet, you pathetic git." She screamed as she turned on her heals, tears in her eyes, and ran towards the Gryffindor Tower. Harry, angry from being punched, covered in blood, called a pathetic git from who he thought was on his side, and yelled at turned to run into the infirmary when he tripped over the last step and when head first into the wall, knocking him out cold on the floor just outside the warmth of the infirmary.

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