Ok, after lots of consideration I have decided to bring this story back. I love it to to to much to stop writing it. But I have added a twist, so if you dislike D/Hr pairings this proabaly isn't the story for you.

Enjoy...

I was rather shocked to see that the party wasn't just a party, it was a book release. Well this immediately excited me; maybe Madeleine Dupree wasn't a brainless bimbo after all. After a bit of searching, I found the book. It featured a pretty girl with long smooth brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and bright white teeth; it was titled "You Wish You Were Me! –An autobiography". Great, not only is dumb, she's full of herself. A yell interrupted my thoughts. "Miss Dupree! Miss Dupree!" The diva has arrived. The yells followed her as she made her way to a desk full of her books.

She stood up and everyone fell quiet. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to my book release. I am so glad you are all here, it took an awful lot of work to write this book and I hope you will all enjoy it." As I was pondering how it to 'an awful lot of work' to write book about yourself, someone pushed me.

"What are you doing here, mudblood?" I knew that drawl, it was the spawn of Satan: Draco Malfoy.

"I was invited, not that it's any of your business. Now if you'll excuse me, I must use the ladies room," Insufferable git, I thought as I made my way to the bathroom. What does it matter to him?

"Antoinette."

The small blonde girl came running over, "Yes, Miss Dupree?"

"I'm going to the ladies room, keep the press busy."

"How?"

Madeline was growing impatient, "I don't care, just do it." Antoinette nodded and hurried off.

I was washing my face when she came in, she being Madeline Dupree. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me. She just stared which rather freaked me out, "Can I help you?" I asked.

She walked over to me and held out a hand, "Madeline Olivia Charlotte Kristin Abby Dupree."

I shook her hand, "I know. I'm Hermione Jane Granger." I felt stupid saying my middle name but come on; she had so many of them. After washing her hands she sat down and stared at me. "Shouldn't you be out there?" I motioned to the door. She nodded wearily. "Well aren't you, uh, gonna go?"

"Nah. Nobody will miss me."

"Are you sure? Because I think that there are about 100 people outside who would miss you."

"You're wrong; you and Antoinette are probably the only one's who know I've even left the desk."

"Now you're talking crazy."

"You know sometimes, I wish I hadn't let my mom push me into show business. I mean it's tough, no privacy, no real friends, and no life."

"No life! You have a whole party in your honor and it's not even your birthday." I was utterly shocked. She felt she had no life? I have no life! Correction I have a life but it's been temporarily put on hold, due to the fact that school is back in session.

"Well," Madeline was thinking fast, "I don't have a love life! I bet you have had plenty of boyfriends." I laughed. Plenty? Try one and he doesn't even really count. How are you supposed to have a relationship with someone who can't even pronounce your name right?

"You have tons of guys chasing you,"

"Yeah but he only like's me because I'm famous, good-looking, and pureblood." He, did she just say he?

"Did you just say he?"

"Uh, t-they, I meant they." Madeline hurriedly covered up. "Whatever. I still think you have it easier than me."

"Oh come on, you travel around the world doing what you love and getting paid for it, how can that be hard?"

"Have you ever tried it?" I shook my head, "That's what I thought, it must be so hard being normal," she said sarcastically.

"It is hard," I said indignantly, "Teenagers are brutal and school is really hard work." I couldn't believe I was arguing with whom, after a bit of research I discovered, is the magic world's sweetheart. Everyone loved her, her music was clean, she had just written a book, and she looked good on the cover. Did I have a death wish?

To my surprise, Madeline started laughing, "I bet you couldn't last one week in my place."

"I bet I could," Of course I could, I mean how hard was it to be famous?

Again to my surprise she stood up and stuck out her hand, "You're on."

"W-what?" Did I miss something?

"You and me, we switch lives for a week."

"That's impossible."

"Why? I mean all I have to do is frizzy my hair up, change my eye color to hazel, and lose my sense of fashion." I snorted. I have a sense of fashion, right? "You just need to do the opposite of me."

"That's crazy, no one would believe it."

"Of course they would, now hold still." Against my better judgment I let her perform a few spells on me. I felt my hair straightening out (mental note: find out how to do that). Then I watched as my plain green robes transformed into her elaborate red ones and vise versa. "Wow. Sometimes I even amaze myself. Look." She turned me to the mirror. The mirror held me and Madeline, but neither of us were us. Did that make any sense? She was me, well at least she looked like me, and I looked like her.

"This is just too weird."

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