Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the other characters or anything of the sort. So yeah.

There is some stuff in here that Draco does that is totally unDracoish, but you see, when people switch bodies they kind of have this bond, and they absolutely have to work together…

As Draco started heading down to breakfast, god he was hungry, he spotted Crab and Goyle waiting at the bottom of the steps, just as he had told them do to for him.

"Hey guys, ready to go eat?" Draco asked them out of instinct.

Crab and Goyle burst out into fits of laughter and in comprehendible sentences. "Hahahahaha….mudblood……who does she think she is………wait till Malfoy hears about this………….mublood……..

Still can't believe it…..hahaha………..hungry……………haha….wait, what were we talking about again… doughnuts?... hehe… that wasn't it….. haha…… stupid …. Oh well….. hahahaha"

Draco, or rather Hermione's body, flushed a deep red, "I can't believe I still thought that I was me," he muttered under his breath.

"Hey, 'Mione!"

"Weasley." Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm not ready for this…I have to call him Ron!

"Umm, okay…listen, 'Mione, I really have to talk to you about something. It's really important!"

"Okay…what is it?" I asked, God, I hope Ron and Hermione aren't close, I should have asked her. I knew I'd have to put up with Potty, but I hadn't even thought about Weasel.

"Not now! Harry can't know," Ron quickly whispered.

"'Mione, babe, I hope Draco wasn't too unbearable last night!" Potter cooed. As he walked up to me I leaned over me as though he was going to kiss me or something!

I quickly backed off, thinking I was just mistaken or something, certainly Potter and Granger weren't that close, I mean kissing in public, not Miss Goodygoody Granger!

"Hermione," Potter looked at me all confusedly, "What's wrong? Don't you like me?"

I can't believe I'm going to do this, I can't believe that I'm going to be nice to Potter! "Umm, no, I mean, errrrm, of course I like you, Harry! I just, I have a cold sore. Yep, a cold sore! Wouldn't want you to get it from me! So I think we had better not kiss for a couple days, maybe weeks, maybe a whole month! You know, these things have to be taken seriously, they do. Yes, you can't just go kissing people with these things! Do you know what would happen then? Everyone would have cold sores! I would get one and then you would get one, and eventually it would just go around to the whole school, I mean, it would just be an epidemic of cold sores! Really, Harry, I better not like kiss you or like even go close to you for a while! Really, I mean I read something that said if you stand like even within a foot of someone that you will get it from them. Yeah, so you really should get away from me, you're too close, really!"

"'Mione, relax! I'm willing to take the chance for you," Harry said seductively while pulling me close and wrapping his arms around my waist. "We've been apart a long time, we've much to catch up on." He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the Great Hall, but first we have to eat, I doubt I'm any good on an empty stomach anyway." Harry grinned.

Oh God, I really am going to have to come up with a better excuse than cold sores to get out of this! Harry seems really set on doing…well, stuff. I mean, I've done tons more, but never with boys! I mean, I've never even kissed a guy, and I'm certainly not going to start now… and if I ever did kiss a guy… it wouldn't be Potty!

"Finally, you guys! Where have you been?" Ron asked. "No, wait, on the other hand, just don't answer that."

Hermione:

"Dracey-poo! Where have you been, my sweetums?" Pansy asked, pulling him into a strong but short kiss.

EWWWW! HOLY SHIT, PANSY JUST KISSED ME! Oh my god, I think I'm going to barf!

"Drac, I can't wait for the party tonight! Sara told me that we're getting strippers! Oh, did she tell you what time to come?"

"Erm, no."

Pansy just stared at me. "It's at ten, my room."

How the hell am I supposed to know where her room is?

"Pick me up at 9:30 and we'll walk there together," I told her. That kind of seemed like a Malfoyish move, but I really don't want to go, I mean strippers? What if I have to like kiss someone! Like a girl or something? I mean, sure, I've done a fair amount of kissing…but not with girls! I have got to talk to Malfoy, I mean, I just can't do this! We have to switch back!

I quickly spun around and sauntered (as best I could) into the great hall and up to the Gryffindor table.

"Granger," I spat. "We have to go do rounds. Now!"

"Malfoy, get the fuck away from our table," Harry spat at me. He really can be mean, and I'm glad that I'm not on his bad side…usually, but now I am. I think that I actually might feel kind of bad for him- Draco I mean. We really are always so mean to him. Whoa! What the hell am I thinking? I mean, this is Malfoy that we're talking about, here!

"Trust me; I feel no pleasure in being here. Hurry up, Granger."

"Granger, what the hell do you think that you're doing? People can't see me with you! I mean you with me…or really me with you, but now it's you with me… or well really it's…" Draco told me once we got out of the Great Hall.

"Draco shut up!"

Shut up? Shut up? No one has ever told me to shut up before!

"I can't go to that party tonight."

"What do you mean you can't go? You have to!"

"Malfoy, you know I can't possibly fit in at one of those parties… I mean, there are going to be STRIPPERS there… I really should report this. I mean, even if I did go, how would I know how to act?"

"Granger, you are the most helpless person that I have ever met!"

Draco grabbed my arm and yanked me toward the stairs. "Follow me." He led me back into our room and pulled me into his bedroom. "I'm not going to have you ruin my reputation… there are a few things that you should know."

Thank God! He was finally going to explain some things to me, like who he liked, that kind of thing. I guess he does have some sense in him after all.

"Well go on then," he prompted.

"What do you mean? I thought you were going to tell me something!" I replied.

Draco laughed. "Hell no! You need to practice, Granger! I can't go in there and have no idea what I'm doing, so go on."

"Ewww, I'm not kissing my own body!" That would make me a lesbian… only not really because right now I'm a man… gods, this is so confusing.

"Yeah, well, it's not like I'm real thrilled about this either. Your boyfriend is the one who is horny as hell. All he wants to do is kiss."

"YOU KISSED HIM? YOU BASTARD… HOW COULD YOU KISS MY BOYFRIEND?"

"I didn't kiss him… and for the record, he's my boyfriend now. Not that I'm happy about it or anything."

"Oh."

"Listen, would you just try? You're going to have to be in charge, you know. And I doubt that you're used to it. And trust me, there is going to be a hell of a lot of kissing going on there. Damn it, I wish I was going!"

No way in hell am I gonna kiss my own body, or Draco for that matter.

I grunted as Draco pulled me towards him. And being that his body is stronger than mine, I managed to break away. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Gods, you're more hopeless than I thought," he muttered. Damn idiot.

He hesitated, and began to walk out of the room when for some bizarre reason I stopped him.

"Draco, wait."

He turned on his heel, "Whaaaaat?"

I briskly walked up to him, and much to his astonishment, kissed him on the lips.

I think it might have been the oddest thing I've ever experienced… kissing myself.

What is that throbbing?

It just keeps getting more powerful!

"Uhhh," I moaned as I pulled away from the kiss.

Draco just starred at my groin.

Okay, so what do I do? Does it just… go away?

Hahaha, end of chapter!  Anyway, please leave a review! Hope you enjoyed… I've got some good ideas for this story! 