Auther's note: Well sorry I don't update very often. Here is a new chapter for you guys. It's not as long as I would have liked but I thought you guys deserved to have some more to read. I'm working on the next chapter for the other story... tune in for that one too! I'll try to update more often from now on. This story is really fun for me to write and I hope you all enjoy it too. Check out the other variation of it if you like slash! I 3 you guys!

Disclaimer: Nope... don't own these lovely characters.

Draco slowly opened his eyes. The dungeon was bright and he could only guess what time it was. He quickly jumped up and slipped on his Slytherin robes. He slicked his hair back without even using the mirror and rushed out to the great hall but no one was there. 'Must have missed it' he said running to his first class, Potions.

As he entered everyone turned and looked at him. He casually walked down to where Professor Snape sat at his desk. "Professor I," Draco started but Professor Snape was to busy grading papers, "Yes yes Mr. Malfoy have a seat, and just waved for him to take a seat. Only Snape looked diffrent... his hair wasn't as greasy and sick looking. He walked over to where the slytherins usually sat but found he didn't recognize any of them. He saw that the seat he normally sat in was empty. With a confused look he sat down.

A fat girl with stringy greasy hair leaned over to him. "Dracy poo," the fat girl whispered as she wrapped her overly large arm around him. His eyes widened. Who did she think she was? and how did she know his name? He pulled away only to see a confused look on her pimpled face. She leaned in to capture his lips with hers when he let out a girlish scream and jumped from his seat "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?!?"

"Dracy poo... it's me... Pansy..." She said looking around at the staring faces. Snape looked up at him and calmly said "sit down Malfoy..." he looked at the students then yelled, "EVERYONE GET BACK TO WORK! 50 points from Griffendor for insubordination!"

He sat back down and whispered, "what the fuck happened to you? Had a bit of a midnight snack?" She looked confused and he shook his head and turned his attention to his potion, ignoring Pansy completly.

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As soon as the class was dismissed he practically ran to his next class fell to the ground when he ran into someone. He looked up and saw a tall girl with luscious red hair that fell in loose curls down her back. He quickly got up and sized the girl looking her over. "I'm sorry I wasn't looking where I was going," He said to the beautiful creature that stood before him. "Get a life Malfoy," She snorted flipping her gorgeous hair as she walked away from him.

He shook his head. 'What's wrong with me? Apparently I pissed her off somehow but I've never seen her in my life.'

He was pulled to a seat next to Pansy as soon as he entered charms class. He just couldn't pay attention the whole class. He was too busy looking around at all the people around... people he had never seen before. Two lumps of fat sat in frount of him talking all class long. Two rather handsome boys sat wearing their griffendor clothes. They looked at him and seemed to be laughing. He shook his head and tried to pay attention.

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The sun creeped slowly through the dungeon, as the pale light woke him. He sat up and looked around; no one else was awake. He ran his hands through his soft hair. He silently got up and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the light and squinted as the bright green and silver walls shone bright.

Grabbing his hair gel he walked over to the mirror but stopped suddenly dropping the gel. As it clattered to the floor he stared back at his own reflection with his jaw dropped. He placed his hands on the mirror tracing his reflection. "I must be going mad" he said quietly to himself as he ran his hands over his distorted reflection.

He felt his face feeling none of the pimples that showed in the mirror. Ran his hands over his body feeling not the fat form the mirror showed. His nose didn't feel as long or fat as the mirror showed. His eyes didn't feel as small and beady as the mirror showed and he was sure as hell they wern't that puke green color before. He looked at his chubby hands and short fingers. He felt like crying. He shook his head, closed his eyes, pinched himself.... but it didn't go away. He was freaking out... He looked in 10 diffrent mirrors all showing the same thing. He looked down at himself... it didn't show the same thing as the mirror. "What the fuck is going on...." he wispered to himself.

He was in a cold sweat trying to figure out what was going on. His skin felt clamy as he sat down. He felt sick... like he was going to puke. He didn't know what to do. Suddenly he sat up straight as a thought entered his mind. He jumped up and ran to the wonderful professor Snape's room.

"Professor! PROFESSOR!!!!" he screamed banging on the doors to the potions dungoun. A very tierd professor snape emerged from the dungoun.

"What has you up at 6 in the morning Mr Malfoy?" He asked holding the door open for Draco to come in. He knew exactly why he was there but he knew he had to play the situation just right. "I... I... I can't... there is something seriously wrong! My reflection... it's wrong!!!! Do you see them!?!?!?" He rambled touching his face feeling for the pimples seen previously.

"What are you rambling about now Malfoy?" He said grabbing a cup of coffie.