Author's note: Sorry I've took so long to update. I've been really busy. But enough of me, I'll get down to saying thanks to all my reviewers. Big thanks to Barbas, Ravioli and Chocolate, CharmedMilliE, Sphinxey, reader14 and to anyone else who reviews this fan fic while I am writing this chapter. If you have got any ideas that you would like to happen to Paige or Hermione, then I'd like to hear them. I'll try and put them into the next chapters if you want. I already have one idea that you'll read a bit of later on in this chapter. I'm sorry if anything offends you of what I've said at some of the things in this (please, I didn't mean it! Spare me my life!). It's not what I think, I'm trying to think how Paige would think. Please keep reading and reviewing.

Disclaimer: Again, I don't own the Charmed or Harry Potter characters (even though I wish I did)

Hermione's Story

Hermione woke up the next morning, feeling great. She shifted back the duvet covers, and clambered out of bed and went out searching for a shower. She saw Leo come out of his bedroom, yawning.

"Um, hi, Leo, could you tell me where the shower is?" asked Hermione.

Leo smiled. "Sure, just go straight along to the end of this hallway, and it's on your left. You can't miss it" he directed.

"Thanks" she replied, then headed off down the hallway. Soon, she came to the end, and as Leo had said, the bathroom was on her left. Hermione stepped inside cautiously. She smiled went she saw the bright colours surrounding her. Back at Hogwarts, the girls' bathroom only had a few toilets, and the walls were dull and boring.

After her shower, Hermione searched through Paige's wardrobe, looking disgusted at the type of clothes she saw. She finally found a pair of old jeans at the back of the wardrobe that had other things Paige never wore heaped on top of it. Hermione then looked for a suitable top and found a bright orange t-shirt in the pile of 'Paige's no-no's'. She slipped on the outfit. Hermione looked down at the clothes, and noticed she hadn't put any socks on. After searching for fifteen minutes, she finally found the sock drawer and slipped on some socks, then spent another ten minutes looking for the shoe cupboard. When Hermione found it, she pulled open the door, and was attacked by heaps of shoes, mostly high sharp heels and hard boots.

"Help! Ow!" she yelled as they fell. Piper, Phoebe and Leo came rushing in, and hurriedly helped her up and shifted all the shoes out of the way.

"Are you alright?!" exclaimed Piper.

Hermione nodded. "Yes, I'm alright. It was just a bit of shock, that's all"

Phoebe smiled and pointed round at all Paige's shoes. "Meet only half of Paige's shoe collection" she introduced, then glanced at what Hermione had put on. "Oh my God, what are you wearing? That outfit's like, so ..." Phoebe trailed off as Hermione looked upset about this comment.

Piper spoke up through gritted teeth, shooting dark looks at Phoebe. "That outfit's like so weird, I mean, it's original, no, I mean, um, that outfit is great" she comforted. She smiled awkwardly. Hermione, feeling much better, smiled back.

"I'm just going up to write to Harry and Ron, my two best friends. I won't be able to send it yet, of course, since Hedwig hasn't come back. Oh, by the way. Do you know how my suitcases and Hedwig got here if I switched bodies?"

Leo coughed and spoke up. "I don't know exactly, but my suspicions are The Elders. I think they helped with that. They probably waited for you to faint, and then they sent your suitcase off. Same for Paige as well"

Hearing that, Hermione went up to Paige's bedroom and pulled out her paper and pen and started writing.

Dear Harry and Ron,

It's me again-Hermione, or should I say Paige. You know, just realising now, I forgot to ask Piper what Paige's last name was. It's probably Halliwell, like Piper and Phoebe's last name is. Anyway, you won't get this for ages because you'll have only just the first letter I sent you, and Hedwig hasn'6t come back yet, so I can't send this off until she gets back. I only woke up a couple of hours ago. Already I've been attacked by a huge shoe collection. I'm alright. It hurt a little, but do you know what? I don't care! Things like this never happen at Hogwarts. But do you know what the best part is (after meeting Piper, Phoebe and Leo of course)? Well, Paige is a real witch, and I learnt a new power- how to get objects into my hand by only shouting out it's name. It way cool! You know I don't usually speak like this-I'm surprised. Must be the fact that I'm in someone else's body that loves having fun. I can only do the power in my right hand at the moment, I'm going to experiment with my left hand today. Leo says (even though he's not entirely certain) that The Elders, (I'll tell you about them in the next letter), sent my suitcases to here after I'd fainted and switched bodies. I've got to go now. I'm missing you guys so much. I don't know why-but I'm even missing Malfoy a bit. I must of got hit on the head real hard to think that, but...Anyway, I'll write to you again as soon as I can.

Love Hermione

(Or Paige if you want to be picky about the bodies)

Hermione signed off, a smile on her face. Just then, Hedwig flew through the window. Hermione looked at her delighted. She gently stroked Hedwig, then noticed a yellow glowing thing at the bottom of her wing. She carefully took it off and examined it. There was a piece of paper stuck to it. It read A Quick Spell-To make objects go quicker. (Hedwig needed a rest, we helped her by getting her speed boosted up. She still needs some rest) signed, The Elders. After reading this note from what appeared to be one of The Elders, Hermione glanced at Hedwig, then back at the letter.

"The letter can wait. You need your rest" murmured Hermione, stroking Hedwig delicately. She placed Hedwig back in her cage, then went to find someone.

She soon found Phoebe, and asked if she could explore the house. Phoebe said Hermione could, so Hermione excitedly went off, ready for an adventure to spring out at her. After looking in lots of rooms, Hermione found another staircase, leading up to another room, one that Hermione had not yet looked in.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Phoebe was telling Piper that Hermione had gone off exploring in the house. Piper looked at her.

"What? I know I suggested it, but she might be in the attic, where a demon could be waiting for her right now! Come on, up to the attic, quickly!" Piper ordered Phoebe.

Phoebe looked at her worriedly, then hurriedly followed Piper upstairs.

Hermione started climbing up the staircase and reached out for the door handle...

Paige's Story

Paige sat up, yawning, as her alarm went off. She groaned, then rolled over trying to get back to sleep. "Shut up. I don't get up this early" she moaned to the clock.

Professor McGonagall came in with a warning from Professor Dumbledore that Paige was not an early person. Seeing that Paige had already stirred, she stripped the covers of the bed. Paige sat up freezing.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, then seeing Professor McGonagall standing in front of her, she smiled sheepishly. "Um, sorry. I didn't know it was you Professor" she apologized, then looked shocked at her own words. Paige, herself, would never say that. 'It must be this Hermione' thought Paige, 'It seems that the body I'm in is a real teachers' pet'. (Author's note: No offence to all you Hermione fans out there)

As Professor McGonagall went out of the girls' dormitory, Paige sighed, and turned to the school robes hung up on the door handle, then sighed again with disgust. After slipping on the uniform, Paige turned to the mirror, and groaned at the reflection. She pulled out a hairbrush and some gel, and began to work on Hermione's big bushy hair. After half an hour of tugging and getting her hairbrush tangled and stuck in Hermione's hair, Paige finally was satisfied with what she saw-for half an hour's work anyway. Hermione's hair was actually decent for a change, and her hair was glad that time and care had been spent on it. Paige then went out, to find Harry and Ron there waiting for her. Paige sighed gratefully. She did not wish to roam the Hogwart's corridors alone. Last night she had told the two that she wasn't Hermione, but in fact Paige Matthews, and they had took it quite well. The only problem was, she was getting a bit more attention to what she had before she had told them. The boy with the black hair and big scar came forward and handed her a piece of paper. Paige glanced down at it. It was a timetable of the classes she had today. She looked up at Harry and Ron.

"Um, thanks ... um,..." she said, struggling to remember who was who.

"Harry" Harry supplied. "Harry Potter. I'm the one with black hair. Ron is the one with the red/ginger hair"

Paige smiled. "Thanks Harry"

She turned and saw Ron's cheeks going the same colour as his hair, blushing furiously like a big tomato. Paige grinned. Even though she as in someone else's body, she still had the Paige Matthew's charm on the boys.

"Hadn't we best get moving then? Let's see, I've got Herbolgy first" she read out from her timetable.

"Um, actually, it's Herbology" Ron piped up, "First you've got Herbology, then you should have double Transfigurations, then Defence Against the Dark Arts, then double Potions, yuck."

Paige looked slightly puzzled. "Why do you say yuck at potions?" she asked.

Ron and Harry glanced at each other, then Ron spoke up again. "One lesson of Potions is bad enough, but double!" he shuddered, "Well, you see, me and Harry both hate, no despise the teacher-Professor Serveus Snape"

Paige shuddered. She had to admit that the name didn't sound very pleasant. "So, apart from his creepy name, if he a man I mean, what don't you like about him?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other again. Harry answered. "Well, he hates us both, me in particular. I don't know why. He's hated me from day one. He makes our lives a total misery. He makes any excuse up so as to spite us to make our house, Gryffindor, loose house points all the time. He criticizes us, and does anything to make us unhappy. Are those good enough reasons? Are do you want some more?"

Ron started giving some more reasons. "Hum, let's see, oh yeah, his hair is really greasy, anything upsetting him, he takes it out on us, he likes to criticize and embarrass us in front of the whole class every lesson. Are those all right for you? 'Cos there's even more reasons why we hate him."

Paige shook her head rather nervously as Harry and Ron were getting quite wound up now. "No thanks. I'll be sure to keep away from him"

Harry and Ron both grinned triumphantly. They were 'the shining knights of armour that had just saved the damsel in distress from the baddie snake Snape'. Harry glanced briefly at the time, to see that they had to set off for Herbology now or else they would be late. Hermione would never be late, and as her two best friends, Ron and Harry wanted to keep Hermione's reputation as much as they could.

"Come on, we'd best get going" said Harry. Paige agreed reluctantly, but quite excited as she had no idea what Herbology was. She followed Ron (who followed Harry) down the stairs, into the huge hallway and out of Hogwarts doors. Paige smiled a she felt a small breeze of wind sweep on her face. Harry and Ron then led her to three greenhouses.

"Are we going in there?" asked Paige.

"Yes. Come on" replied Ron.

As Paige stepped inside, she crinkled her nose in disgust. She didn't like the fact that the greenhouse was a bit grubby. She sighed.

"Oh well. It's better then what I usually am up against" she said out aloud. Ron and Harry stared at her.

"What?" asked Ron, "What are you on about? Anyway, shush now, Professor Sprout's here"

Paige stared at him in disbelief. "Professor Sprout? This school has some weird teachers' names" she whispered. Harry and Ron smiled and nodded. Ron started to say something back but was interrupted when Professor Sprout came bustling in through the greenhouse door.

"Sorry I'm late my dears. One of my house students was feeling a bit down in the dumps and wouldn't go to his lessons and I was trying to sort it out..." she trailed off as the class didn't really want to know, and the fact that she was giving too much personal private information out. Paige glanced at Professor Sprout in amusement. She studied the clothes the Professor was wearing. A horrible green jacket covering an equally horrible green blouse and icky green trousers that made her bum bulge out. Not good. Then Paige had an idea, she could be the Hogwart's fashion consultant! She could help lots of people, especially the teachers, on their outfits. If only the dull robes were got rid of... (Author's note-This is not the idea I mentioned earlier, it's something I just thought of this minute). Then Professor Sprout interrupted Paige's thoughts.

"Right, today we're just going to go over what we've done already" she told the class, then turned to Paige and winked at her. Paige smiled warmly. So what if this woman dressed like a total doofus? Professor Sprout had a heart of gold, and was very kind to Paige, and Paige very much appreciated this.

"Okay, now 'Herbology Lovers' books out please and just read through pages 8 to 15 and just make notes. Also, revise the notes you've already done in your exercise books. When you've done that we'll do a little experiment" Professor Sprout said.

Paige followed Harry and Ron as they went over to a corner and took a book from the pile, then went back to their seat. Paige flicked the pages to page 8.

She scanned the pages and soon became quite interested, even though she hated doing gardening or any thing like that. She then pulled out Hermione's exercise book and gasped at how many pages of writing Hermione had done. Then Paige felt something and pulled it out-it was Hermione's next exercise book. Paige had a thought of shock, and rummaged through the desk, then pulled out three more exercise books out! Paige groaned, then went back to reading the 'Herbology Lovers' book, and soon found out about mandrakes, werewolves, black widow spiders, angry skulls and many many others.

Soon, the bell went, and Herbology class had finished. Paige remembered the classes Ron had told her she had. It was double Transfigurations, Defence against the Dark Arts and double Potions. She wasn't looking forward to the last two lessons of the day.

Paige walked exhaustedly alongside Ron and Harry to double potions. Ron and Harry glanced anxiously at Paige, worrying that what they had said to Paige was going to cause a commotion in class. He and Harry led Paige through the door to the dungeons, then into a door on the left. Paige breathed deeply as she pushed open the door. Harry and Ron smiled at her comfortingly then the three went to sit at their seats. Well, Ron and Harry did. Paige stood there nervously until Neville Longbottom smiled and called out to her.

"Come on Hermione! You've got to sit in Professor Snape's seating plan. Remember, he set it last week? You're next to me"

Paige nodded, then went over and sat next to Neville and Professor Snape swung open the door and with a sweep of his coat, he strode into the room. Paige took a good look at him. Hmm... she supposed he looked all right. Okay, so he did have greasy hair, and his scowling face wasn't exactly pretty, but altogether he was quite cute. At that second, Professor Snape spun round to face the class and caught Paige's eye. He sort of smiled wanly at her. Paige blushed, then looked round embarrassed, then smiled back. She sighed as he turned back to his desk.

"You all know what you should be doing, now get on with it" he commanded. The class set off to work and began scribbling furiously with a pen with a feather on top, a quill Paige thought to herself.

She blushed again as Professor Snape came over to her and explaining what she had to do. She didn't listen as she felt his breath on the back of her neck. She smiled to herself, then tried to shake the feeling off. He was a teacher and she was only a kid. 'Wait a minute' thought Paige 'I'm not a kid, I'm an adult, jut like him, and he knows too'. She smiled with pleasure. All the things that Harry and Ron had to her, she couldn't see any of the horrible things in Professor Snape. In fact, once he was smartened up, he would be perfect...

Hermione's Story

"Wait!" shrieked Phoebe.

"No!" screamed Piper.

Hermione paused in mid-air, looking back at Piper and Phoebe wondering what they were shouting about. Piper and Phoebe ran up to her, exhausted, breathing heavily.

"You can't go up there" Phoebe panted, "Well, not unless you're with us. This house, especially in the attic, is very dangerous. It attracts loads of demons and warlocks because of our powers. We don't want them to get you".

Hermione quickly pulled back her hand worriedly. "Could I ask you a question?" she asked.

Piper smiled. "You just did" then laughed at the expression on Paige's face, "Go ahead"

Hermione smiled, a little confused. "What do demons and warlocks do to you, I mean us, I mean, what do they do?" she questioned.

"They kill innocents either for the fun of it or to steal the innocent's powers. But mostly they come here because me, Piper and Paige together are the most powerful witches you can ever get, so they want to get our powers, but you don't know how to defend yourself from them, that's why you've got to be careful" Phoebe answered.

"Actually, perhaps we should teach you some attacking skills and defending skills this morning, then I think we should show you around the neighbourhood, just in case you need us and we're out and about" said Piper thoughtfully.

Hermione nodded. She was really enjoying Paige's lifestyle already. "Okay" she agreed, "What's first on the agenda?"

Phoebe spoke up. "I'm sorry you guys, but I've got a date now. He's called Dave and he's a fire fighter. Isn't that so cool? Sorry again"

Piper glanced at Phoebe. "A date in the morning? That's a first" she commented.

Phoebe smiled. "His shift is at one, and it's already past ten. He's all mine until one, so I'd best get going"

"What about your makeup, and your hair?" asked Piper.

Phoebe reached up to her hair and patted it. "Oh, Dave doesn't like women with makeup or women who do their hair in fancy styles just for their date. He likes women who look natural, and act natural, and don't change to impress him. What a great guy, don't you think?" then put her jacket on and rushed out of the front door, saying a quick good-bye as she went, then slammed the door shut. Piper turned back to Hermione.

"Come on, we'd best get started with the skills then". Hermione nodded, preparing herself. She had a feeling this was going to be fun...

Paige's Story

Paige stuck her left hand up and waved it in the air at Professor Snape.

"Professor Snape, do you think I could have some help again? I'm really stuck" she called. For the sixteenth time in that lesson, the class looked astonished and was in awe of Hermione. Professor Snape looked over to her and smiled, looking pleased for the sixteenth time that lesson and walked over to the desk Paige was sat at.

"Let me explain it again to you. What you have to do is..." he explained, although Paige wasn't listening. For the sixteenth time, she felt his warm breath on her neck and every time he breathed on her, she had a shiver of pleasure inside her.

"Would you like to come to my office after the lesson has finished and I'll explain it to you again and I'll try and help." Professor Snape offered.

Paige sat up alert at that. Spending some quality, private time with Professor Snape? That sounded good to her. She glanced round the room and spotted Harry and Ron shaking their heads frantically at her. Pretending not to have noticed them, Paige turned to Professor Snape. "Sure, I'd love to" she answered.

Professor Snape smiled. "Well then, I guess it's a date. I'll look forward to it" he said in a (trying-to-be) sexy voice, then went back to his desk. Paige shivered with pleasure again. A date with a cute teacher, no fighting demons and warlocks that can kill you, loads of things to be doing so as never to get bored, this was the life. Paige was really beginning to enjoy Hermione's lifestyle. And she guessed her date with Professor Snape would be very fun...