Chapter 2

Draco awoke with a rather large bump on his head. He felt it and cringed a little. It stung and was tender to the touch. Opening his eyes, he fumbled to get up, reaching for anything to lift himself up with. Finally he found the edge of the urinal to use to hoist himself upright. Vision blurry, he tried to clear up his eyes by wiping them with his hands. As his hands came into focus, he noticed something strange; they had freckles on them. 'Freckles?! I've never had freckles in my life!' Not caring at this point, Draco wiped his eyes with his new 'freckled hands' and looked into the mirror above the urinal.

He screamed.

"What is going on?!" His own voice sounded from the floor. Draco looked down and screamed again. His body was sitting and rubbing it's head on the floor. "What the bloody hell are you screaming about?" His own voice was coming from his body that he was now looking at. Draco's body wiped it's eyes and turned to look at Draco. Suddenly, Draco's eyes were huge and he let out a scream, "What…what is my….my body?!" Draco turned back to the mirror. Again, the face of Ron Weasley was staring back at him, red hair and all.

Ron couldn't believe it…his body was staring at him…and not through a mirror. 'What the bloody hell…?' He couldn't finish that sentence to himself because his body started yelling. "What did you do, Weasley?! You've gone and changed bodies with me!"

"Me?! Like this is my fault! Why would I want to be stuck in your body?" Ron said, but in Draco's voice. He grabbed his throat, "I sound like you." He quickly stood up, faltered, regained his balance, jumped to the mirror besides his own body. "I LOOK LIKE YOU TOO! BLOODY HELL!" Draco's hand came over his mouth.

"Do you want people to hear you?" Ron's voice said. Ron shook his head. Draco moved his hand from Ron's mouth and wiped it on Ron's cloak. "Good. Now what the hell happened?"

Ron's shoulders went up in confusion. "No idea."

Draco pondered the last thing he remembered. "That ghost! She must've done something to change us!" Ron's eyes lit up with understanding.

"Yeah, that must be it. What are we going to do? I don't want to be stuck as you forever."

"Me either, but we have to figure this out…" Just then, Dean Thomas walked into the WC and stopped when he saw Ron and Draco standing together and pondering.

"What you two doing?" Dean was quite confused by the sudden interest that Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley had taken in each other.

"Nothing, you stupid git." Ron said. Dean was taken aback. Ron had never acted like this towards him…even when he was dating his sister…

"Don't worry about it, Dean." Malfoy said, "Just a…a…mistake on my part." Malfoy turned red. Ron grabbed his arm, drug him past Dean, and into the hallway.

'Odd.' thought Dean.

"Let me go, Malfoy, or I'll knock you a good one!" Ron yelled as he was being drug by the arm out into the hall.

"Quit it!" Draco hissed, letting go of Malfoy's arm. Several students looked up from the walks and stared at the pair. Quickly, Draco pushed Ron down the hall and into an empty classroom and shut the door. "Now, we need to figure out how to reverse this."

Ron rubbed his sore, pale arm through the now Slytherin cloak he was wearing, "Yes we do. I hate being you already."

Draco made a face and said, "You're not exactly fun to be either." He looked around the room. It was empty and needed to be cleaned. He had never been in here before and didn't exactly know what this room had been used for.

He had gotten distracted because it startled him when his own voice said behind him, "What do you suggest, Malfoy?"

Draco turned around and walked towards himself. "I think the best place to start is to ask that Mudblood Hermione Granger what she thinks." Ron looked like he wanted to punch Draco, but Draco continued, "She is a Mudblood, but I have to admit, she is smart." This made Ron calm down a bit.

"Yes it's true, but don't call her that. I don't want to damage my own face."