A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Auction Day 14 - You swap bodies with your soulmate one day a year beginning when you're both (or all three, four, etc. if a triad or moresome) of age.
Word Count: 1506
Warning: Nudity, sexual references
The sun had barely started to rise over the horizon when Hermione's eyes flew open. For a moment, she was completely confused about where she was. The fact it was her seventeenth birthday rushed to her mind. She must have switched. That's why nothing looked familiar.
She knew about coming of age. She would wake up in someone else's body, they would be in hers. For a whole day, she would live as her soulmate. Now, she just had to figure out who that was. Part of her wanted to jump from the bed, rush to the loo and take a good look at herself, her new self, in the mirror.
Another part wanted to figure it out using every clue she could find. She raised her hands. They definitely belonged to someone larger than herself. There was no fingernail polish on the fingernails. The fingers were long and thin.
"Okay, pretty sure my soulmate is a male," she stated. Slowly, she sat up in the bed. It was rather large for just one person, but maybe whoever she was liked to spread out when he slept? She could see perfectly, a quick glance of the darkened chamber told her that her soulmate was no another student. That perplexed her for a moment, but she didn't question the universe at the moment.
Soulmates were something that everyone struggled to understand. She could see her hair out of the corners of her eyes. She reached up and pulled it in front of her face. It was long, black, and a bit greasy. Now she was really curious. She could list the people she knew with hair like that on one hand hand.
She pulled back the blankets, realizing that her soulmate apparently liked to sleep in the nude. She took a good look at the part of anatomy she did not share with her soulmate. She smiled, thinking about how it would feel once they were together, once they developed a sense of intimacy between them. She was not going to argue with the fact she liked what she saw.
She looked down at her chest. Pale skin, not much hair, just a bit around the chest leading down. She had a feeling the back had as little hair as the front. She was starting to get a real of idea of who her soulmate was, and she wondered if he was struggling having woken up in her body. She nearly laughed when she thought about the fact he'd have to interact with her friends.
"Glad I sat the NEWTS early," she muttered, rising from the bed. There was a pair of black slippers next to it. She slid them on, wondering if she'd find any clothing in this chamber that wasn't black.
"Probably not," she said to herself as she walked from the bedroom to the attached loo. There was a large bath tub, with several taps. It reminded her of the one in the Prefects' bath, only much much smaller. There was also a shower head attachment. She debated bathing, but she had no idea what time it was, and what responsibilities she would have to deal with today. She finally did get that look in the mirror. A pair of black eyes looked back at her, confirming what she'd already deduced. Severus Snape was indeed her soulmate.
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Severus stirred, pulling the blankets tighter around himself. When had his chamber ever been this cold? He rolled a bit, nearly falling off the bed. At that, he bolted upright, completely awake.
This wasn't his bed! Where was he? How had he gotten here? The room was dim, there was a bit of light coming from the windows lining the wall. He realized the bed had curtains, which were mostly closed.
Most certainly not his bed. He looked closer at the bedding. It was red with gold woven through it. Gryffindor colors. His heart sank as he noticed his hands were too small. Dainty little hands with chipped nail polish on the edges.
He was in a girl's body! Why? He sat back. He needed to think, needed to figure this out. How could this have happened? What would cause him to be in someone else's body. He could think of one thing, one thing he had claimed didn't exist, claimed didn't exist when he didn't wake up in Lily's body on his seventeenth birthday.
Soulmates. He had a soulmate and today she was apparently seventeen. Now he just had to figure out who she was without anyone realizing the truth. He rose from the bed, moved the curtain slightly and peered out. No one else seemed to be awake. He slipped from the bed and darted to the loo. There he found a mirror and looked at himself.
"Granger? My soulmate is Hermione Granger?!" he exclaimed, the shock nearly causing him to step back. Now that he knew this, he had to go make sure she wasn't doing something horrid with his body. He looked down at the nightgown he was wearing.
First, though, he needed to get dressed. He didn't want people seeing Hermione running around in this. The fact he cared at all made him realize, that maybe this wasn't such a shock at all. He returned to the dorm and located Hermione's trunk at the foot of her bed. He pulled out the necessary items, staring a moment longer at the bra and knickers.
He'd never given any thought as to what Hermione wore under her uniform, now he'd have to figure out how to wear the blasted thing. The knickers were no different from his pants in all honesty. The bra, however, confused him beyond measure and he ended up shoving it in his pocket in hopes Hermione would help him with it after she got done laughing at him.
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Hermione was almost to the Great Hall when Severus stopped her.
"Good morning, sir," she chirped causing Severus to wince hearing that cheerful of a voice.
"Miss Granger, I see you managed to get dressed."
"I think you're missing something, sir," she commented, nodding to his chest. He felt his face blush brightly.
"Yes, well.."
"Would you like some assistance with that particular item?" she asked, ignoring how red Severus' face was. She knew what she looked like when she blushed and she knew this had to be fairly uncomfortable for him. She had also had some difficulty managing to use the loo with her current anatomy.
"If you would," he said.
"Let's head back to my? Your? Chamber?"
"Yes, that would be best. I can also arrange to have breakfast brought to us, as to avoid dealing with the public in our current state."
"I didn't know you could do that, sir," Hermione commented as they walked. She was faster now, with longer legs. She had to pause to let Severus catch up, not that she minded. It gave her time to think, to think about the fact she was about to be alone with Professor Snape in his chamber, despite the fact they were in each other's bodies.
"What are you thinking about, Miss Granger?"
"You, sir. And how you appear to enjoy looking at me," she answered, having noticed her trousers getting a bit tight in a specific spot. At least she knew how this body felt about her, even if it was her mind in control.
"Ahh. We have a bit to discuss in that case. You are still a student."
"Technically, no. Actually I sat my NEWTS last summer, after the whole thing at the ministry. I passed of course."
"Then why are you here?"
"I'm taking advanced classes with some professors, keeping up appearances. I mean, Ron and Harry need me. I arranged the whole thing with Professor McGonagall."
"Not a student then."
"No, sir. Now, I think, that since we are soulmates, we might want to get to know each other a bit better, as people?" Hermione suggested.
"Over breakfast. I am not thinking about anything without my coffee," Severus stated, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. The fact he had a soulmate was impressive enough, the fact that Miss Granger hadn't run screaming for the hills when she woke in his body was even more so.
"Great, here we are then. By the way, you put it on backwards, clasp it, then pull it right side," she added, nodding the bra in Severus' pocket. "Removing it is much easier though..." she added after a moment.
"No, no flirting with my body!"
Hermione laughed.
"Fine, no flirting," she agreed as they finally sat down in the sitting area, a house elf brought them breakfast.
"Thank Merlin for coffee," Severus muttered, downing a third of the cup before realize his new taste buds didn't care for the taste as much. Hermione found she had the same problem with the orange juice. Silently, they swapped cups, their fingers touching causing Severus to blush again and Hermione to wonder exactly how tight these trousers could get.