Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, to be truthful I don't own much at all.
I want to apologize for how long it took me to get this chapter out but there was a family emergency I had to deal with which could not be helped. This chapter is relatively short compared to some of our last ones but I figured I should get something written and I will try to post again before the weekend.
I hope you enjoy, and please tell me what you think.
"It's not fair." Ron whined, resting his head on Pansy's shoulder as they watched students pack and head home for the winter holidays. Fred and George were looking pretty depressed, not seeing the reason they weren't able to head home since they were always pretending to be each other around their parents any way. Harry could care less, and since most of Ginny's family was stuck at Hogwarts with her, neither of them actually wanted to leave. Hermione and Draco were the ones that looked to be taking it the worse. Draco cried, Hermione did homework and in the end, they both ended up hugging each other and sobbing. They wanted to go home, not that they didn't enjoy each other's company, but they wanted their bloody bodies back. Neville refused to leave his room and Blaise was in the same situation seeing as he was too embarrassed to be seen as Longbottom.
The only ones who seemed to be taking it remotely well besides Harry and Ginny, where Crabbe, Goyle, Seamus and Dean, who at the time had set up a Twister game in the corner of the great hall.
"Right hand…yellow." Ginny said loudly, watching as Seamus attempted to move his hand under Goyle who was shockingly very agile and gracefully when it came to the game. "Alright…Crabbe….left foot blue." Now this movement caused Crabbe to have to straddle Dean who was bent over backwards. Draco walked by, sighing and shaking his head.
"That's not homo-erotic in the least boys." He muttered, heading over to Hermione who was writing her parents and explaining why she couldn't come home. "'Mione…you're missing it, Dean and Seamus are snogging on the table and Goyle is dancing…" She didn't look up, too intent in her letter. He sighed, sitting across from her. It had been like this for days. She was depressed, lonely, and hadn't been all that splendid to be around. What was the fun in smacking someone with a snow ball when all they did was reminisce over the snow balls at home? He studied her, resting his chin in his hand. "You're really missing it…dancing…in a tu-tu." He finished. This did cause her to not look up, but give him a rather unfriendly gesture with her middle finger, still writing.
"Hermione….pay attention to me. Tell me….am I more beautiful today then I was yesterday?" This didn't get a response so much as it got a rather dirty look before she finally smiled.
"God Dammit, Draco, I'm trying to write and tell my parents that I'm a guy….with out actually telling them. Alright, all I have is Dear Mum and Dad…I'm spending the holidays at Hogwarts because I have a strange skin development and it's contagious, love Hermione….think they'll buy it?" She asked hopefully, sitting back and gazing at Draco. Sure, he had her body, but over the days, she had slowly started to see what was behind the flesh. Draco. She could see him as he had always been, but only she could see it.
"Oh, absolutely…I always thought there was something off about your skin." He joked, dodging a smack as Ron ran by, grabbing Draco and using him a human shield as Pansy came flying at him.
"You're dead, Weasley!" Pansy yelled, attempting to grab a hold of Ron's thick red hair and Draco screaming like a frightened woman as he was stuck between two obviously unstable people. "That is the last time you call me a slut!"
"I didn't call you a slut!" Ron defended, not use to having his body try to tackle him. "I said that you looked the part of a western harlot in one of those western movies…" He said defensively.
"A SLUT!" She screamed, making a grab for him and giving him a rather swift smack across the face before stopping. "I'm sorry Ron…" She said suddenly, realizing what she had just did. Not only had she smacked her own face, but Ron looked ready to cry. Sure, they fought all the time, but seeing him to hurt upset her. "I'm sorry." She said, looking upset. Ron pushed away from Draco and gave her a hug.
"It's ok, sweetie, let's go." He said, leading Pansy out of the great hall. Draco watched a frightened look on his face.
"Hermione….I'm scared." He said, eyes wide as he moved back to sit at the table that Hermione was sitting at. She had finished her letter and was simply gazing at him with an amused smile.
"Let them go, they are both just bonkers enough to understand each other." She said with a wave of her hand, dismissing Ron and Pansy's odd behavior. After all, anyone who was forced to spend a prolonged amount of time with Pansy Parkinson would eventually lose their mind as well; it was only natural that Ron was exhibiting traits similar to hers. If Hermione wasn't so depressed, she would have been tempted to study them like animals on Wild Kingdom.
"This whole place is turning into a nut house." He muttered, trying to situate his skirts and looking frustrated. It was getting to him. Not that he didn't love Hermione's company, but he had been having dreams involving her and how was he suppose to act out these dreams in real life when he was in her body? No, it didn't suit him at all.
"You know what I just realized, George?" Fred asked, moving past them with his twin. George, or who they thought was George, walked by and shrugged.
"What's that, Fred?" He asked, grinning.
"We could change back and not realize it. I mean…we didn't really notice when we switched in the first place, if we switched at all, so maybe when we switch back, we're actually switching to begin with, starting….I'm confused." He said, looking confused. His twin nodded, following his brother out of the Great Hall. Their exit wasn't long because there was a loud crash and they came running in, eyes wide.
"Get the Headmaster." George yelled. "Ron and Pansy have slipped and fell. Something happened!" He added.
Dumbledore stared at Ron and Pansy, eyes wide. This was not what he would have predicted. He had assumed that either Harry and Ginny or Fred and George would have swapped back, but no. That wasn't the case at all and it troubled him. Pansy and Ron had swapped back, both in their respectable bodies. Though the spell was only suppose to work when they completely understood each other, got along and only then would things return to normal. If this was how Pansy and Ron got along, Dumbledore would hate to see them at each other's throats. "How did this happen?" He asked tiredly, looking confused. Ron smiled, shrugging.
"No idea…" He said as Pansy played with a strand of his hair, obviously flirting with him. He squirmed nervously, blushing a bright red. "Um…sir…there is a theory that Pansy and I have been wanting to test, but we could only do it in our respectable bodies….so if you'll excuse us…" He stammered, grabbing Pansy's hand and making a dash to the nearest broom closet.
"Well, that wasn't at all disturbing." Draco mumbled to Hermione, a look of disgust on his face. "And why is it that they are back to themselves? Hermione and I have been getting along far better than them and I'm still her, I don't want to be her anymore."
"And what is it that is so wrong about being me, huh Malfoy." Hermione argued, a pissed expression making its way across her features.
Oh shit, she called me Malfoy, she's pissed and I'm done for. Draco thought to himself before Hermione continued.
"It's not like being you is a walk in the park. It's not easy walking with a tree trunk between my legs." At this Draco began to turn pink as all the guys, and girls for that matter, looked at him in wonder. "Not to mention what I have to look forward to every morn…" and with that Draco cut her off by grabbing her arm and pulling her into a nearby classroom.
Hermione completely aggravated, not only by the fact that she is in her former enemy's body, but the fact that she can't see her family for the holidays and that her arm hurt from the tight grip Draco had on it. Though truth be told, being in Draco's body wasn't all that bad. "You can let go of me now." She yelled as she shook her arm free from his grip. "Do you know how infuriating you can be? Is having to be in my body and spending time with me really that horrible to you? Why don't you stop being such a bloody prat and make the most of the situation. But I guess that's too hard for a Malfoy, all caught up in yourself, too busy to notice anyone else. You really are just a spoiled, rich, selfish pureblooded daddy's boy."
With that Draco had had just about enough. He loathed his father and hated being referred to as a daddy's boy. "You would think that wouldn't you Granger." Then realizing that she was just upset and tired he tried to end the argument peacefully. "Look, we are all a little worked up and exhausted from everything. Maybe you should just go up to bed and take a nap."
"Oh, so now you are telling me what to do then? Since you are so humiliated to be in my presence, when we change back you don't ever have to see me again." And with that Hermione went running from the room as fast as Draco's feet would take her. She hated that fact that he could make her so happy and then so miserable. Normally she would just chalk it up to hormones, except she was in a guy's body. The truth of the matter was that Hermione wasn't mad at Draco for telling her what to do, she was mad because she wanted to tell him how she felt but couldn't. He would just laugh in my face. The day he would like a muggleborn romantically is the day that hell freezes over. Everyday it was getting harder and harder for Hermione to keep the secret from him. Merlin help her but she was falling in love with the arrogant git.
"Hermione wait!" Draco yelled as he ran after her. He knew she had mistaken his desperation to become himself again as something other than what it was. He wanted to be himself so he could be with Hermione. Something he had never had the guts to admit to her but he knew he would have to find a way. If only she would just stop running.
With Draco right on her heels Hermione turned the corner and opened the first door she could find, which unfortunately was already occupied. "OH MY GOD, I really did not want to see that." She yelled as she shielded her eyes from the sight before her. Draco rounded the corner as she screamed, relived that she stop but then he noticed why.
"Weasley in his skivvies is not something I EVER wanted to see." He faked a gag to throw up then grabbed Hermione and they both ran away for the traumatizing scene. Leaving behind two half naked teenagers that seemed relatively unphased and continued where they left off; which is to say, ripping off the remainder of their clothing and taking each other right then and there, next to the mop and a can of floo powder. "Can't say that I'm shocked though, with all that pent up sexual frustration and the mounting sexual aggression between the two it was going to happen some time. I'm just surprise they made it out of the hallway." Draco commented, trying to erase the view of Ron in nothing but his little pink and red heart boxers. He looked over at Hermione to see how she was handling it and noticed that she looked upset; taking it the complete wrong way felt a pain in his chest. "Don't tell me you were carrying a torch for Weasley?" How could I have been so naïve? Of course she likes him; it's more plausible than her liking me.
"What are you talking about? I don't like Ron, that's just…. Ewww…. I don't even want to think about it. What would make you say that?" Hermione said hurried, feeling the need to prove it wasn't Ron she wanted but rather a certain bleached-blond Slytherin, the same one that was know standing in front of her, confusion written across his face.
"Well, if you don't like Ron then why do you look like someone just crushed your spirit?" Draco asked, relief washing over him; the feeling that he still had a chance with Hermione threateningly close to the surface.
"It's just…. Well… It's nothing really, kind of embarrassing." Hermione stammered turning a very obvious shade of red.
Draco noticed this and tried to ease her embarrassment by placing an arm around her shoulder and gave her an encouraging squeeze. "Come on Hermione, you can tell me, whatever it is and I promise I won't laugh." He assured her, sincerity in his voice.
She thought for a minute and looked towards the ground as if her shoes were the most interesting thing in the world. "Well, it's just. I've never been… well, no guy has ever… No one has ever looked at me that way… I was just jealous because someone actually finds Pansy sexually attractive enough to come unglued and I'm not… What's wrong with me?" She finished in a huff, ready to die from embarrassment or too much blood to the head.
Draco almost started chuckling as he heard this, "Please, don't ever use Pansy and sexually attractive in the same sentence again." Noticing that tears started to form in the Gryffindor's eyes his expressions turned from that of amusement to concern. He lifted his free hand and tilted her head so she was looking in his eyes. "Hermione, that's not true at all, there is nothing wrong with you and I am sure, in fact I know there are guys out there that find you irresistibly attractive and would like nothing better than to snog you senseless in a broom closet if you so wished." Realizing that he might have just given away his secret he felt the overwhelming urge to turn on his heels (which were quite high mind you) and sprint as fast as he could from the school.
After hearing this, Hermione sniffled back the tears that were dangerously close to falling and turned slightly pink. "Who… you said you know, so who is this guy?" She questioned, hoping that he would confess what she had been dying to hear since the day of the snowball fight.
Now it was Draco's turn to look down at his shoes. "Well, it's just… ummm... I..." But before he could finish his sentence Ginny and Harry came skipping around the corner (yes skipping, which well, Harry being rather girly would skip) looking for Ron and Pansy.
They weren't observant enough to notice the tension in the hallway and their apocalyptically horrible timing. "Hey, 'Mione, have you seen Ron. We wanted to ask them how they became them, because well, there is something I'd like to do but would prove difficult in this body." Harry said, nudging Ginny knowingly with his elbow. At seeing this Draco felt like throwing up, for the second time today.
"Yeah, around the corner, first door on the right but, they are rather indisposed at the moment. I would suggest another 30 minutes unless you have the sudden urge to vomit." Draco warned then turned back to see that Hermione had already taken off in the direction of the Great Hall, walking faster than normal, clearly from embarrassment. He sneered at Harry as if to say 'excellent timing you wanker' and jogged to catch up with his quickly fading body.
"What do you think that was all about?" Ginny asked Harry as they watched Draco jog down the hall. Harry, completely oblivious to the fact that anything was amiss gave Ginny a look of utter confusion.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. Do you think he was serious about Ron and Pansy?" Harry questioned, completely serious. Ginny just shook her head and walked off in the other direction muttering something about 'men' and 'utterly clueless' as she went; leaving a very confused, very curious Harry standing in the hallway.
I figured it was about time someone changed back. Let me know what you thought. Who do you think will change back next? Isn't Harry just a 'bloody wanker' (just kidding)!
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