Next Chapter – as promised. Please, tell me what you think (: otherwise I don't know if I'll keep going! The chapters are quite short, and this time it's a different P.O.V.

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-First Try-

"So you're sure we've got the ingredients right? Cause my Aunty Hermione had an accident once involving-"

"It's fine Al, trust me." I said, pouring the gloopy mixture into two glasses.

I nodded at him – he added my hair and I added his.

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"This is seriously weird!" I said, looking down at my hands, and feet. Al was shorter than I realised.

"Geez Scor, I didn't realise you were such a lank!" Said Al, or should I say me. As he walked on the spot, looking like a loon.

It was the strangest thing . . .it was like looking in a mirror, that talked.

I tried to smooth my – Al's hair down in the mirror before we went to dinner.

"Don't even bother!" He said with a smile as we exited the bathroom. I nodded at some friendly Hufflepuffs as we entered the Great Hall, the neither looked scared or like fan girls. Great.

"This is going to be fun!" I said grinning ear to ear. Al nodded, still strutting like a bit of a twit, I narrowed my eyes. There was no way I walked like that.

We made it to the Slytherin table alright, sitting down in our usual seats.

All was going well, dinner had just arrived and I was watching Al-er-I mean, Scorpius? I guess I'll still call him Al. I was watching Al pile way too much on my plate.

"I don't eat as much as you!" I hissed into his ear, he waved an airy hand. "Who cares."

I saw Zambini raise his eyebrows at Al's amount of food. Seriously it looked like a pyramid, and I smirked at him. He frowned.

"What's wrong with your face Albus?" asked Zambini. I raised my hand to it as Albus looked up (still thinking Zambini was talking to him) and I nudged him. He truly was rubbish at this acting thing!

"I-what?" I said back, confused.

"Just a weird facial you were pulling." He said, still looking at me weirdly. Note to self: Albus never smirks.

Al snorted into his food, while I attempted to flatten my hair.

"Hi Scorpius." Said the friendly yet flirty voice of Pamela Baker, a Sixth Year Ravenclaw who is pretty, but really really annoying.

I saw my own silvery grey eyes meet her brown ones, and they were looking at her . . . well, I think Al liked what he was seeing. Crap. Who's idea was this?

"Well hello Pamela." Said Al in a voice that I hoped I didn't ever put on. Then he went and winked. God, I'm going to kill him!

She giggled and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

"So I was thinking," she paused dramatically and lent in, "that we should, you know, date some time?"

"You name the time and the place, and I'll be there, Pammy."

No way.

She smiled widely and fluttered her eyelashes before sashaying off. Al's/my eyes not leaving her until she reached her table. Pammy? Oh God.

I turned to the blonde next to me.

"What the hell was that?" I hissed under my breath.

"Just having fun!" He said out the corner of his mouth.

"I have no interest whatsoever in dating that girl!"

"I moopf." Said Al through a mouthful of potatoes. I frowned. If he was going to be me, he had to do it right!

"What?" I asked.

"I know. That's why we have to swap again."

"I'm not sure I want to! You could at least act like me!"

"You were the one complaining about how bad this was last week! It's been all good so far" He paused and looked over at the Ravenclaw table again and waved.

"Besides, you don't want to date her, so I will."

I sighed in resignation, and started eating my chicken. On the Brightside, no-one's asked to see my dark mark.

"Albus!"

Both real Al and I turned around.

"Not you Malfoy, twat!" Said Rose Weasley, frowning at Al, who looked frightened and turned around. Haha, take that Al. I returned my attention to my, er 'cousin' now I guess.

"Er-yes Weas-Rose?" I asked, correcting myself. Damn it! I am Albus Potter, Albus Severus Potter. . . I repeated over in my head. She was talking I'm sure. Oh dear . . .

"Are you listening Al?"

"Uh, yeah." I said sheepishly, whilst Al laughed.

"Shut it you." She said to Al, pulling a curl behind her ear. "Now, Al, we need to have a catch-up. Tomorrow, after dinner?" I shook my head slightly, registering that she was talking to me.

"Um, okay." I said in my usual tone when talking to her. (Not a pleasant one).

"You could at least sound enthusiastic!" She said frowning. "If you really don't want to-"

"No." I said trying to sound genuine and ignoring Al's elbowing. "It'll be good."

"Right, that's settled then. Bye Malformation." She said turning to Al.

"Bye Ros-Weasley." Said Albus in an unconvincing friendly tone. I'd have to talk to him about that later.

She walked away slowly, turning around every few seconds to frown at Al, who she thought was me. Weird.

Once she was fully out of the way Al began to laugh.

"What the hell man? You have to insult her! Its what we do." I said, angling my head towards her.

"Shh, Scor!" He said, signalling. "Drink some more of this." He handed me a flask, and I drunk more of the Polyjuice.

I shook myself slightly.

"You have to be nicer to her." He said pointedly. "Well just nicer in general!"

"Fine, then you need to be meaner, especially to her."

"Fine." Said Al nodding.

"Same thing again tomorrow?" I asked out the corner of my mouth.

"Yeah." He said nodding a smile starting on my face. I hope I don't look like that when I smile . . . "I think we can have a lot of fun Scor." He clapped me on the back.

"A lot of fun."

So I'm not sure if I actually like this story. Let me know if you do!

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