A/N: Thank you all SO MUCH for the lovely reviews we have received. Hopefully, this chapter makes up for the delay in updating, for which we profusely apologise. I know you all thought the potion was Amortentia but that would just be too cliché. As a matter of fact it is something much worse…

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Chapter 9- Be careful what you drink, it just might be the wrong potion

Elena was woken up the next morning shaken by a pair of very rough hands. That was strange; there was no girl in her dorm with hands that rough. She blinked tiredly muttering, "fivemoreminutes"

"My lord," a voice insisted.

"It is already seven in the morning, you cannot sleep much longer."

My lord? Did someone just call her their lord?

"Ok, fine, WHAT?" she glared getting up.

A group of about five, might she add, very attractive men immediately apologised. They were staring at her like she was royalty. Like she was the best thing they had ever seen. Never one to receive such attention, Elena was flattered. It was like they had all just swallowed her love potion. Weird.

"Ok it's alright, can you just tell me where all the girls are and what exactly you are doing in my room?"

"Girls? We are your roommates, we have been for six years," the boy answered, staring at her like she had grown a second head.

WHAT?

What the hell is going on? Wait a second.

She looked at the green and silver drapes above her in horror. No. No way.

She immediately ran up to the mirror.

FOR MERLIN'S SAKE, THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!

There was no way this was happening. It was a nightmare and she would soon wake up from the horror she now faced…literally. Her hair was now short, dark with her eyes that same colour with finely arched eyebrows…and bloody hell, she had STUBBLE?

It was official. She was now a guy, namely; Tom Riddle! But then, wait a minute. If she was in Riddle's body, who was now currently occupying her own? No. No. It cannot be.

"My Lord, we have to go to class. I believe you have…charms first thing."

"Yes...I know...um…why don't you all go ahead and I'll…join…you soon," she tried to inject more confidence into her uncharacteristically deep voice but failed miserably. After throwing her several confused looks, her 'dorm mates' left her alone.

She let out a scream she had been holding in for a long time which came out sounding like a low groan instead.

Outside, the death eaters paused, raising their eyebrows, "Are you thinking what I am thinking," one of them asked the other.

"Yes, it seems like the Dark Lord is not alone in there if you know what I mean."

"Strange, I've never seen him with a woman before"

"It must be that new girl Grey, he showed an unsettling interest in her."

…

After dressing hurriedly with her eyes firmly shut he ran back into the bathroom. 'Riddle' certainly looked much scruffier than he usually did but it was a look that Elena thought worked for him…strangely enough.

She walked out with Riddle's shirt untucked; his top two button undone, his pants sitting loosely on his hips and not to mention his hair which was in a complete and utter mess. Not knowing how to use a razor (on her FACE) she had left the 5 o'clock shadow on his face that simply added to the overall unkempt appearance.

She walked into Charms, her, or rather, his, stomach rumbling uncontrollably, she felt the entire class staring at her in astonishment.

"Mr Riddle, are you feeling alright?" Professor Flitwick hesitantly asked her. The two deatheaters that had previously been discussing Riddle's 'activities' discreetly exchanged a high-five.

"I'm quite alright, Professor thank you."

The professor continued to look expectantly at her so she added, "I was, uhh, working late last night"

With one last suspicious glance, he let her go. Elena scanned the room for Riddle and to her disbelief she saw her own body but hideously covered in a skirt that reached her FEET, shirt buttons that looked as though they were going to CHOKE her, and her hair in two, perfect braids. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM?

She ambled past the staring eyes and sat down next to him, or rather, herself. "What did you do to me?" she hissed at him.

"I could ask the same to you," He replied looking scandalised, "You made me look like a ragamuffin who has been up to no good."

"Well you have to admit, you still manage to pull it off whereas I look like…Muriel Weasley," she shuddered.

"Never mind that but what happened? How on earth did we exchange bodies?" He gritted.

"When Riddle and Grey have finished their private conversation perhaps, the lesson can begin," the short man interrupted loudly.

They both apologised and consequently sat in obedient silence for the next half hour. The moment the lesson ended they rushed out into the grounds so they could finally have it out.

"Do these dress robes make me look fat?"

"Ask Elena, she's much better at it then we are."

"Alright, Elena, ELENA!" Someone shouted into Tom's sleeping ear.

Tom scrunched up his eyes, wincing at the shrill shrieking in his ear. When did Avery's voice get so high? And what happened to my respectful title? I had ordered them to address me as their Lord only.

In response to this, Tom woke up, fully prepared to admonish them for their offensive behaviour.

"Come on Elena, TELL ME WHAT THIS LOOKS LIKE? Does my arse look huge?"

Tom stood face to face with a very harassed blonde. She seemed to be on the verge of a crisis so Tom decided to just answer.

"First of all, I do not know who you are and secondly, no, your bottom looks fine," his voice came out about two octaves higher than usual. What on earth-? He was getting seriously vexed.

"Elena, what are you on about? Don't know me? Did you hit your head while sleeping or something?"

"Or maybe someone obliviated her in the dead of night..." a brunette in the corner piped up.

"Well I think that little Elena here is finally experiencing what happens to someone when they overeat at dinner. Their skull just gets thicker and thicker." This came from the platinum blond in front of the mirror.

"Richardson, just shut your trap now, we all know how jealous of Elena's ability to not put on a single pound no matter what she eats, whereas for you, well it just goes straight to your thighs, doesn't it?" A very eerily familiar face exclaimed. "Well, I have to go now, Tom must be coming down for breakfast right about now and well, we all know how incredible he looks eating!"

Tom blanched. So this was the girl, who he had seen in alarming frequency, following him from the library to the Great Hall every single day since second year. The recent outbreak of vapid female voices had him momentarily winded.

Utterly perplexed as to why he was surrounded by girls instead of his loyal Death Eaters, he slowly made his way towards the large floor length mirror at the end of the dormitory. He absentmindedly noted that the four poster beds seemed to have grown taller overnight (unless he had shrunk, which was of course out of the question) and were draped with red and gold instead of green and silver.

He carelessly raised his eyes to the mirror. NO! This could not be happening! HOW on earth had he morphed from a powerful, attractive, model student into that annoying Gryffindor GIRL! And, to add insult to injury, he now was not only a girl but the only girl in the whole school who had beaten him at something and who also liked eating waffles (Tom had no idea why he remembered this or why it was important in any way right now). For several moments, he forced his mind to reject this useless piece of information.

Tom lightly traced a short, slim finger down his or rather her face. Instead of his usual immaculate appearance he was now looking at unruly chestnut waves, pale cornflower blue eyes and a smattering of freckles on HIS nose.

"Merlin Elena, we know you think you're attractive, but we'd never pegged you for such a narcissist." The same platinum blond, who'd seemed to have gotten over her previous embarrassment, was now in full-on offensive mode. "Stop looking at your miserable reflection, and do something about it. If I look at your hair one more time, I will lose my appetite!"

"Well that's not a bad thing at all, is it?" the other blond said. "You could do without those extra pounds"

Tom was about to move towards the bathroom, when he unceremoniously had a towel thrown in his face. Without comment, he snatched it and made his way to the door at the other end of the dormitory. Upon entering the girl's bathroom, he once again stared at HIS reflection. Now that the initial shock had worn off, his mind raced over the possibilities of how he ended up in this terrible predicament. The last thing he remembered doing was taking the lucky potion and then presumably collapsing on his bed.

Would turning into this mindless girl help me get closer to the horcrux? Does SHE have the book? Tom knew she was letting on way less than she knew, how else could she be so advanced for her level? But no, it wasn't possible. Gryffindors, as a rule, didn't dabble in the Dark Arts, and however thick headed this may be, it certainly applied to her. But if I'm in HER body, then who was currently occupying MINE? A terrifying thought came to him;SHE would be in his body.

Someone pounded the door, which was when he decided to get it over and done with. Come on, he told himself, you've opened the Chamber of Secrets, ordered a basilisk to murder a mudblood yet you can't take a shower in a GIRL'S body? You are a DARK LORD for heaven's sake! The students FEAR you! (But not in this body, they don't, his aggravating subconscious noted). Tom clamped his eyes firmly shut and started the enormously difficult task of taking off his clothes.

He opened his eyes and the sight of his half naked body clad in an obscene garment that only covered his, or rather her essential bits. Utterly scandalised, Tom realised he simply couldn't take off those things. That's it. I am NOT going to take a shower. A simple scourgify would have to do today. And I didn't even know that Grey was this uhm endowed in certain areas…for her extremely short height that is…WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, RIDDLE? Get a hold of yourself and banish such indecent thoughts from your mind.

Tom proceeded to employ Occlumency, though after several fruitless minutes he was forced to admit that it was not helping. After dressing in the most conservative and covering clothing that he could find, which still in his opinion were not enough to erase that image from his mind, he went back to the dormitory, only to find it deserted.

He found an open book lying on the floor ambiguously titled "Monsieur Jean-Marc Christian's Guide to Getting the Perfect Styled Hair- Try a simple charm and you'll have Veela-Perfect hair."

Raising one eyebrow, Tom picked up the book and found a suitable spell for his now unruly hair. Picking up, what seemed to be her wand, he performed the charm for plaited hair, complete with red ribbons. Tom frowned. His hair felt a little too tight and moreover, his wand and magic seemed less powerful than usual.

Checking the time at the only clock in the room, he was shocked to see that it was nearly time for first period charms. Thankfully, she was in all his classes, which now that he thought about it, was unusual in itself.

Walking slowly, as he was NOT used to walking in a skirt, he promptly entered the classroom and took his usual seat at the very front.

"Good morning Ms Grey," Professor Flitwick chimed, beaming at him, "I'm delighted to see you finally properly adhere to out dress code."

"Um, you're welcome sir, I guess…" Tom was taken aback by Flitwick's obvious reaction to his ensemble. He didn't know that Grey's dress sense was such a significant point of consternation to the teachers.

As the rest of the class eventually filed in, he heard some curious muttering in his direction and, upon turning around in his seat, caught some looks of disbelief. Two minutes before class actually started, he saw himself STRUT inside! Furthermore, Avery and Malfoy were looking extremely smug about something and Tom was positive he heard a wolf whistle. He would have to have a word with them later… Turning back to himself, he saw more disturbing changes in his otherwise meticulous appearance.

He looked like a TRAMP for Merlin's sake! With his shirt untucked, his hair all over the place and not to mention, his pants half way down his bottom! This confirmed his suspicions on the current occupant of his body. WHAT HAS SHE DONE?

He saw his own body prancing up to him, and 'his' eyes were full of anger. She seemed to be sharing his sentiments. "What have you done to me?" she hissed.

"I could ask the same to you," He replied righteously, "You made me look like a ragamuffin who has been up to no good."

"Well you have to admit, you still manage to pull it off whereas I look like…Muriel Weasley," she gave an involuntary shiver.

"Never mind that but what happened? Why are you in my body, and I in yours?" He asked.

"When Riddle and Grey have finished their private conversation perhaps, the lesson can begin," Professor Flitwick interrupted loudly and effectively ended their conversation.

After the lesson ended, the both of them bolted out of the castle and into the grounds to have their much needed private confrontation.

In the corner, Avery and Malfoy were beside themselves with glee. "Well, he seems to be pretty regular now. I mean, I thought they were at it just this morning!" Avery grinned sheepishly.

"Hopefully his mood swings will improve from now. You know what, I reckon this is precisely what he needed to release his frustration…Still he might have something to do with her changed appearance…he does have a fetish for neatness, although I have to say, I preferred her the way she was before." Malfoy looked wistfully at the direction the two of them had disappeared off to.

"Ok, so WHY AM I STUCK IN THIS STUPID BODY?" Elena screamed the moment they entered the secluded clearing in the Forbidden Forest.

"Be quiet, something might hear you, and you might damage my vocal chords by screaming so loudly," Tom informed her.

"I DON'T CARE about your bleeding vocal chords. I WANT MINE BACK!" she continued to vent her frustration by screaming at him, or rather herself. Merlin his deep voice can really project, not to mention the authoritative quality it has.

"Now, what was the last thing you remember doing in your own body?" Tom calmly questioned.

"Well I was…wait a minute, WHY?" Elena was reluctant to reveal the reason behind her taking the potion. After all she remembered taking it and then had the queer sensation of falling onto her bed.

"I believe it is imperative to know, so we can fix this," Tom said, gritting his teeth.

"Fine, I TOOK THE FUCKING POTION, ALRIGHT?" she yelled out.

"You don't have to scream or use expletives, Elena. And what potion precisely?" Tom asked.

"Bloody hell, Riddle, since when were we on a first name basis? And it was Felix Felicis." Elena conceded.

Tom, mentally cursing himself, merely said "Since we exchanged bodies, Grey. Now, I think that the potion is at the root of the situation, as it is the last thing I remember doing as well."

"Why did you take the potion anyway? Aren't you Mr. Perfect?" Elena remarked.

"I might ask you the same question," Tom retaliated. Upon noticing the rare blush on his own aristocratic features, he said, smirking, "Yes, so I would prefer not to know your reason or reveal my own."

"Well it's obvious what the solution is now. Slughorn gave us the wrong potion; he must be having the antidote or whatever." Elena said.

"Grey, only poisons have antidotes."

"Whatever Riddle. Let's just go see Slughorn now," and she ran off in the direction of the castle.

Tom helplessly trudged behind, struggling to keep up with her long strides.

Avery and Malfoy who seemed to have been hiding behind the entrance hall door sniggered to themselves.

"Well, look's like everything went as planned, I suppose?"

"Yeah, I mean…they were even faster this time than in the morning."

"I never thought the Dark Lord was the type of guy to go for the fast ones. I reckon he likes it slow and sustained," Avery said.

Malfoy nodded and both he and Avery headed towards the Great Hall. The Dark Lord certainly had some explaining to do. They would confront him about it in their dorm at night.

A/N: well there you go! Body swapping potion! Next chapter they go to Slughorn to find out how long it will take him to brew the cure (ohhh dear.) And don't worry, this isn't the last you've seen of Avery and Malfoy! They're going to be pretty reoccuring characters from now on! :D Enjoy! :)