a/n- I am sorry I haven't updated in... a very long time.*ducks to dodge tomato*. Really but now I have loads of stories coming up! If I owned harry Potter, why do you think I would be trying to befriend inanimate objects like my table lamp? And special thanks to Professor McGonagall ( I'm untterly sorry I spelt your name wrong) for your reviews!

As Ivy walked down the hallway her ears flopped. She was careful as not to drop the tray she held in her trembling hands. She reached the end where a portrait of Salazar Slytherin hung. The great founder snored away in his portrait, oblivious of the world. "Erm.. Excuse me" she whispered being cautious. Sytherin was known for his temper. Salazar jerked awake.

"Wha-What happened? Oh it's only you Ivy. Ah well get in, I haven't got all day." He huffed.

"Right, right sir." She stammered.

The portrait swung open to reveal a room. It reminded Ivy of her cell in the dungeons in her earlier master's house. A man sat on a large armchair behind a grand mahogany table. The fire in the hearth cackled away. Ivy wondered when was the last time this room had seen sunlight, let alone be cleaned. Ivy cleared her throat in attempt to catch his attention. No response. She tried again, this time louder. Still the man stared into space. She quietly said a prayer and said, "Professor, I brought your tea." His eyes moved around the room and rested on her, his gaze burned into her. Ivy gulped.

"Put it on the table." He commanded, his voice dull and lifeless. Ivy did as she was told, for a house elf always listens to his or her master. She stood there for moment wondering what was wrong with the potions teacher. "Professor, should I send for madam Pomfrey?" she ventured. This seemed to make Snape wake up to reality. "No Ivy, I am quite alright."
"Sorry sir, you seemed sick for a moment. I was merely curious."
"Ah but Ivy curiosity kills the house elf."
"Quite right sir. Have a nice day." She said with a quick courtesy and left the room. Snape relaxed a bit and reached out to tea cup set in front of him. He brought the cup to his lips and slowly tipped it over, anticipating the hot liquid when his door burst open. He dropped his tea cup and it immediately smashed into pieces spraying Snape with boiling hot tea. Snape yelled, his face contorted with rage.
"Which student was stupid enough to enter my office without knocking?" He growled. He half hoped that it was Potter and Co. so he could give them some horrid punishment. But he had no such luck. Before him the Gryffindor Golden Girl and Slytherin Prince stood. Snape stood there, wondering whether to be angry or surprised. He chose both. Calm down, he reminded himself.
"And what exactly are you doing here?" he asked.
"I was on rounds with the mudblood and then Peeves comes and tells us that-"
"Don't you call me that foul word-"
"And then she went all ' oh we have to save the innocent first year' and I said 'no way'-"
"I didn't say that! Will you even say the correct story-"
"Of course this is right. And she runs and we then get locked in a room-"
"What about your failed spell? The actual cause of this mess-"
"WILL THE TWO OF YOU SHUT UP?" Snape yelled.

Both the students hung their heads in shame.

"Draco, what exactly happened?" He asked.

Draco just began to speak when Snape interrupted. "I asked Malfoy to speak, Granger." He said confused as to why Hermione responded in place of his godson.

"That's the problem sir, we've, that is Malfoy and me, have switched bodies."

Hermione then narrated the tale, the correct one mind you, to a very annoyed Snape.

"Well this is the first time I have come across something as peculiar as this but, I will try my best. I'm sure there must be something here.." Snape trailed off. He turned to a book shelf and browsed through.

"But how long will it take?" Draco frantically asked.

"That's a hard question. But I say a week at least."

"A week!" Both of them exclaimed.

"That's the minimum. It could even take longer. Perhaps this spell is irreversible."

"No. this can't be happening to me. I can't be in Granger's body forever! What will my family say? And.."

Hermione whacked him on his head. "Malfoy stop being such a wuss."

"Aren't you late for breakfast?" Snape suggested.

"By Gods! We are. Come on Malfoy or no breakfast for you." Hermione said.

"Are you insane! There is absolutely no way I am going out like this. What if someone finds out? Someone will find out."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Really. So you are going to stay here for a whole week? What will everyone think? That you disappeared into thin air? Come now oh, wait, I could always tell Lavender…"

Draco was stunned. Once he composed himself he replied "You are evil enough to be in Slytherin. Fine! You win this round. But watch out, you're not the only one who knows how to blackmail." And with that the two of them set out.

For the second time in less than twenty four hours Snape threw himself on his armchair wondering how he got himself in this mess.

Hermione and Draco rushed down the hall.

"Alright. This is the plan of action. We go to each other's Common rooms. Then we go into the dorm rooms and change our clothes… With our eyes closed." Hermione said

"Eyes closed?" Draco questioned.

Hermione gave him her best death glare trying to say you-know-why-you-little-ferret-faced-pervert.

"Ohhh. I see. Sorry. But let me tell you I am rather curious..." Draco said with a mischievous grin. So maybe this whole accident won't be so bad after all for Draco. Hermione whacked him on his head, again.

"You will do no such thing, am I clear?" Hermione threatened.

"As you wish." He grumbled rubbing his head.

"After that we eat breakfast and head for classes. We can pack some of each other's stuff in a bag. After class we will meet in the astronomy tower. Oh and the Gryffindor password is Bertie Botts Beans."

"Silver snake for mine."

"I suppose that sorts things out. For now." Hermione added. "Good luck."
"Thanks, I will definitely need it."

"So will I."

At first Draco had no idea where the Gryffindor common room was. He wandered around until he came upon a group of Gryffindors. He walked faster and joined them.

"Morning Mione." One said.

"Huh? Oh yes good morning." Draco replied almost forgetting to play his part. You're Hermione, get it? He reminded himself.

They walked for a longer and finally reached the Fat lady's portrait.
"Bertie Botts Beans." One of them muttered.
The portrait swung giving Draco his first look at his new common room. The whole room was upholstered in red and gold and from many walls hung tapestries displaying the Gryffindor lion. Armchairs and sofas dotted the room with many students lounging in them. The air was filled with a lively chatter and energy. Draco liked it much better than the cold and damp dungeons the Slytherin common room occupied.
In a corner the Weasley twins were showing off their latest gizmos. Many first years sat around them oohing and aahing.
"Step right up my fellow Gryffindors! Have we got something for you! Take a look at this. This is the Vomit Vengeance Wonder. Slip a little of this powder into your enemies food and tada! They throw up worms and maggots. This of course was inspired by our little ronniekins." Fred yelled and one of the first years threw up on the carpet. Worms and maggots rolled out of his mouth and covered him with the revolting creatures. Somewhere in the crowd some girls backed away in disgust.

"Oye Ron! Remember that time when your spell backfired and you threw up those worms in our second year? I think that's what Fred is talking about." Harry teased.

"Oh shut up." Ron grumbled.

"Hermione are you sick or something? You aren't going to yell at my brothers for testing one the first years?" Ron asked.

"She, I mean I do that?" Draco asked puzzled.

"Of course you idiot. Is this some prank or joke? If it is it's going to make headlines on the Daily Prophet. I can almost see that. 'Hermione Granger cracks a joke in the first time in history." Ron said looking quite pleased with the comment he made.

"Mind your business, Weasel." Draco grumbled.

Ron got confused. Why did Hermione call him weasel? Isn't that what Draco calls him?

Draco bit his tongue. You. Stupid. Idiot said giving himself a mental whack. " I meant Weasley." Draco said trying to sound calm. Ron gave him one last look and shrugged.

Not wanting to get in any more trouble Draco decided to go to the dorm room. He climbed up to the fifth year girls' dormitory. He looked around on the desk a small barn owl was preening himself. Attached to its leg was a letter. Draco went and undid the knot and took out the letter.

To Hermione Granger

Dear Mione darling,
We miss you an awful lot these days. Just a few days ago we watched on the television and it reminded us about how you loved watching it. I hope your fine. Daddy got a promotion and is now a senior head of the dentist department. He got some money for that and he bought a cycle. It's marvelous. Is crookshanks okay? Say hello to harry and Ron from our side. Take care of yourself.

Missing you most,

Mum

So this must be from Granger's parents Draco thought. Most of the letter didn't make sense. Television, dentist, cycle and crookshanks? Muggles are definitely weird. He obviously needed to reply. He fished out some parchment and a quill and began to write

Dear mother,

I really miss you a lot.

Draco bit his lip. What next to write? Taking a wild guess he wrote-

I hope the television was tasty. I really like its sour taste.

Draco looked pleased with himself. Dentist must be a profession. A television was a muggle food. He was getting a hang of this.

I am glad father got promoted. He will make more tasty televisions.

Yes, that sounds right. Well, sort of. A cycle. Where had he crossed that word? On Kings Cross Station? That was the only place he actually saw muggles. He pondered for a while and then remembered Goyle had once told him that a cycle was a muggle equivalent of a broomstick.

The bicycle will fly very high, I am sure. Harry and Ron are fine.

Love Hermione

Pleased with the letter, he rolled it up and attached it to the owl's leg. Looking rather sad at being not offered any owl treats he flapped his wings and took off out of the window. Draco watched as it flew away until it was no more than a tiny speck in the sky. Oh yeah, this was definitely going to be an eventful day, he thought to himself.

A/n- Yep, thats about it. Please review because my inbox feels lonely when no emails (beside spam) visit it.

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