Chapter Five:

Who Are You?

A/N: Now time for the spell to take effect....Sorry about no song last chapter - nothing fit =(.

Who Are You - Pearl Jam

Come to send, not condescend

Transcendental consequence

Is to transcend where we are

Who are we? Who we are

Trampled moss on your souls

Changes all you're a part

Seen it all, not at all

Can't defend fucked up man

Take me for a ride before we leave...

*

Harry was shifting uncomfortably under the spell, it was tingling all over his skin and somehow he could even feel it in his head. Draco watched the brunette squirm, feeling the samething but keeping it to himself. "We need to set guidelines," he stated firmly.

"You're right. I don't even know why the bleeding hell I'm trusting you in my body for two whole weeks. Who says you aren't going to deliver it to your Father?" Harry growled defensively, he hadn't really thought any of this through and all of these problems were just beginning to surface.

"I can give you my Wizard's Oath that I will not bring you to harm," Draco hissed, he didn't like being automatically viewed as the Son-of-a-Death-Eater who was going to scheme you at any possible time.

"I-I, erm, you don't gotta do that," Harry mumbled awkwardly, he blushed and averted his gaze. 'I just don't want him to see what's underneath the Glamours...even though he already has...maybe he'll figure it out,' he sighed.

"Homework. We have to complete and hand-in each others homework on time," Draco began, he had a small list devised in his head for the past week in hopes that he would finally get the chance to perform this spell. "I take Arithmancy and Ancient Runes, I know you never have. So bring those to me, I will in turn bring two subjects homework to you," he sounded weary as he spoke, Harry noticed this and looked at the blonde curiously. He had bags under his eyes and this was the first time he noticed this.

"Er, okay. Bring me Dark Arts for sure, Remus will be able to tell it wasn't me who wrote it," as he said the Professor's first name, Draco raised his eyebrow but didn't think otherwise - he knew the werewolf and Pothead's gang were somehow close. "We gotta act like each other, too. You have to be nice to Ron and Hermione,"

"It does not seem like you have been being nice to them, either,"

"Er, yeah...I guess, well, be nice...hey, I know you've been watching me like a hawk lately and-"

"You have been watching me too, Potter," it was rather surprising that Draco said this with more amusement than venom, Harry turned crimson. "I think over the past six years we know how the other acts. I need to speak as though I learned English from a troll," he teased.

"Yeah, well I've gotta speak like I've got a poll stuck up my arse all the time," Harry muttered as he turned to glare at the empty fireplace. His mouth dropped open in surprise when Draco actually laughed at his comment.

"I guess that is a good description," he chortled, a small smile fleeting across his face. 'I guess I just cannot help it, Potter is not that bad afterall,' he thought absently to himself. He was tired of acting, and at least behind closed doors where no other Death Eaters children were around there wasn't any danger in being nice to the Gryffindor.

"Ah, are you laughing?"

"I was, is it really that hard to believe?"

"Yes, yeah it is," Harry stated slowly.

"Have a little more faith in people, Potter," Draco's bland statement had Harry's head swimming; 'Did the prat Slytherin Prince just honestly say that?'

"Er, okay...anything else you wanna tell me?" the itch was beginning to get irritating beneath his skin, he began to absently scratch his forearm.

"Treat everybody like you are above them, because frankly you are," Draco smirked at this, he had his familiar drawl in place minus the usual nastiness. Harry chuckled lightly and shook his head, it amused him when the blonde thought he was above all just because of his last name. "And make sure you keep my trunk locked at all times, I will give you the key to unlock it to retrieve clothing but otherwise keep it locked," he said seriously.

"Why's that..."

"Just keep it locked. Slytherin's are not like Gryffindor's, I do not trust those boys,"

"You're all snakes, y'know," Harry muttered in response and before Draco could snap at him he continued, "Outside of class, I usually goto the library or my Common Room so don't go outside, Ron'll notice somethings different,"

"Does he watch over his Golden Boy that closely?"

"Like a hawk," Harry responded gloomily, "And he'll play you in Wizard's Chess often, and you gotta lose every time. I don't know how good you are at that game, but I can't play for Merlin's sake,"

"I figured you did not have an ounce of logic in you,"

"And, erm, Professor Lupin will come every once and awhile to check up on you," Harry blushed at this, his eyes rested on his lap where he was itching his hands now. "I call him Remus in private, or Moony. Call him both,"

"Moony? Clever," Draco huffed, understanding the reference to his 'condition'. "What does he want with you?"

"He, er, likes to see how I'm doing. Just tell him I'm fine. He might ask about Sirius, Sirius Black or Padfoot. Just say you're okay. If there's anybody you gotta be careful around, it's him. He notices everything," Harry sighed, the Dark Arts Professor was definitely going to be the person who would figure out that something was up if anybody were to notice. The brunette was definitely scared that somebody was going to notice.

"Alright then. In private Snape occasionally visits me, call him by the name of Severus. If he asks about my Father, just say you do not know," Draco shrugged with that, there wasn't anybody really close to him enough to notice that something was different.

"Is that true?" Harry snapped, now that the subject of Lucius was brought up he didn't feel as comfortable with sitting beside the blonde classmate of his. "Do you know where that dirty bastard Father of yours is?"

"Sod off, Potter, it is none of your business where my bastard Father is," Draco said monotonely, he didn't even flinch at Harry's anger and he himself didn't seem upset that the brunette had insulted his Father. That was rather unusual, Harry was taken aback and calmed himself down.

'Maybe there's more to things than I think...'

"So I guess that's that, right?"

"Right," Draco agreed with a slight nod, he took a fleeting glance at Harry and surveyed him. "Are you still wearing Glamours?" he asked quietly.

Harry's face stilled, his emerald eyes became more dulled than they already were and it seemed as though the question made him sink into the couch. "Yes," was his small answer.

"Why?" Draco urged on with honest sweetness in his voice, he was leaning over towards the frail looking boy, he reached out his hand but retracted it as soon as he realized what he was doing and who he was beside.

"Just make sure you put on the Glamours. Ron doesn't know, nobody does," Harry whispered, and was rather surprised when Draco didn't push him any further and merely nodded in response. He sighed with relief, and leaned more comfortably back into the couch.

They sat in comfortable silence until it happened, suddenly the itching became unbearable and Harry felt like ants were crawling all over him. He began to shake, he looked at Draco and saw that the blonde himself was moving uncomfortably in his own seat. And then both of their eyes rolled back into their heads, it felt like their bodies were washed over by freezing water and suddenly everything went black.

It was five minutes before Harry came to, and he felt immediately different. Everything felt strange, and when he opened his eyes it felt as it was - he was looking through somebody else's eyes. He looked down at his slender, pale hands with perfectly manicured fingernails. His skin felt smooth, he clicked his tongue to the top of his mouth to get a feeling of himself inside. His lips were smooth, no longer cracked and dried. And upon reaching up to run a hand through his hair, it felt as smooth as silk. He smiled bedazzingly, amazed at how soft this other body seemed to be.

"I do not smile," said another voice.

Harry turned to look at, well, himself really. It was a shock to see his own body, and how weary he really did look. There were bags much larger than Draco's body under his eyes, the emerald pools were filled with boredom. Harry sighed from within Draco's body, it felt more fascinating than odd, to be in somebody else's skin.

"I'll work on it," Harry laughed, he couldn't stop smiling right now. He couldn't believe the spell actually worked, and he couldn't believe he was having fun with it too.

"Urgh, why do I feel like throwing up?" Draco groaned, he had his hands kneeding his stomach and a rather pained expression on his face. "It feels like my whole body just got runover by a truck - what the bloody hell happened to you, Potter?"

"I, oh I'm sorry," Harry said honestly, casting away from looking at himself. "I-I always feel like vomiting, you'll get used to it," he blushed again.

Draco groaned louder now, but it came out as Harry's voice. It was like a much longer and more efficient Polyjuice Potion. "Well I am glad you got the better side of the deal," he grumbled.

"I'm sorry," Harry merely whispered again.

"It was my idea, do not be," his voice was laced with weariness. "Gods, I feel like I am about to pass out,"

"I'll show you to the Gryffindor dormitory then," Harry said, standing up. He felt rather strong and sturdy, in reference to how he was feeling beforehand.

"Do you not think that people will question us walking together?"

"Right, well..erm...Seventh Floor, the Fat Lady Portrait, down the corridor on the left after the stairs," he explained quickly.

"And do not forget to speak like me, Potter," Draco warned.

"You too," Harry responded curtly. "I, uh, have a Potions assignment to do still," he admitted with a blush.

"Well unlike you, I am finished with my homework. Honestly, why do I get the worst end of this?" Draco grumbled again, he stood up now and nearly fell back over. "Merlin! Your body feels like its broken all over! I'm going to Madame Pomfrey..."

"Don't!" Harry protested immediately, his eyes met Draco's and he was pleading. "Please, just please don't. There are pain reliever's in my night table, and Dreamless Sleep Potions too. Just take those, but please don't goto anybody," he begged.

"Fine, but you owe me," Draco growled and with that he strode towards the door, slightly limping on his right side. "We will meet back here Monday night, then Wednesday, Friday, Saturday," he said and left no room for argument. "Maybe by then we'll be able to figure out each others fears," he said this with a small smirk and then left the Room of Requirments.

Harry heard him curse as the other walked down the hallway and he smiled to himself, he was beginning to become rather amused by Draco's antics. He closed his eyes and reopened, having asked for a body mirror to appear in the room.

Harry walked over to the mirror beside the doorway, he looked at himself. He looked identical to Draco. He was Draco. "Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy," he spoke, and his voice sounded so foreign to his ears but Harry found it rather soothing. He smirked, and was half-amused and other half-terrified of how devilish he looked by doing so. He was now the embodiment of who used to be the bane of his existence.

Harry smiled, but then quickly remembered he was Draco Malfoy and allowed his face to fall into something more monotone. "That is better," he said and then took one more good look at himself and left the Room of Requirments.

He walked down the halls only to realize that he may know where the Slytherin Common Room was, but he had no clue what the password was. Draco didn't know the password to the Gryffindor Tower, either. Cursing to himself in his head, Harry continued to stride down the corridors of Hogwarts and towards the dungeons.

Once the air became thick with soggy coldness, Harry passed a couple of frightened looking First Years. Smirking, remembering he was Malfoy, he stopped them in their tracks. "What is the password to the Common Room?" he asked with a glare put in place afterwards.

"Sir, Mr Malfoy we're-we're not supposed to..."

"I do not give a damn. Now tell me," Harry had cut them off and crossed his arms, he was still smirking down at the small Slytherin's.

"It's Dermentus," muttered the other one shakily.

Harry gave him a slight nod before sweeping past them and towards Slytherin. 'It's easier being Malfoy than I thought it'd be,' he grinned. Upon reaching the Slytherin Common Room, it hadn't changed one bit since Second Year. Harry found this amusing, and although he wanted to stand and stare for a moment longer he knew that it would be rather suspicious. He strode by with his nose in the air towards the staircase, there was only one on the lefthand side of the room. He made his way past numerous doorways to dormitories until he reached what seemed like the Sixth one. He nervously pushed open the door and smirked to himself, it was definitely the right one. Blaise Zabini was sitting on his bed flipping idly through and textbook.

Harry scanned the room, the emerald coloured bedsheets and curtains, the stone walls and the tidiness of it all. He caught a trunk with a lock on it, he made his way over to it and sat down on the bed. He sighed, catching the attention of the brunette present in the room. "Where've you been, Malfoy?" he asked curiously.

"None of your business," he responded unemotionally, he then began to rumage through his cloak pockets. He was curious as to where Draco kept the key to his trunk. Harry found it on a silver chain around his neck, he hadn't noticed this before. He made his way to his trunk and bent down to unlock it, then tucked the key back into his shirt. He looked at the perfectly neat clothing inside, he surveyed this for a few moments before moving an outfit to the side for tomorrow. Under the watchful eye of Blaise he shut his trunk and began to strip himself of his clothing. He was rather tired, and even though it wasn't that late he couldn't wait to sleep. The spell had taken a good amount of magical energy out of him, or Draco rather. Once he was down to his silk, black boxers Harry climbed into bed and pulled the hangings immediately. He took out his wand and charmed them shut.

"Bed already?" Blaise teased.

"Sod off," he lightly snapped in response, it seemed to work and Blaise returned to his reading. Harry placed a Silencio on the bed hangings, he sighed and lifted up the sheets to look down at his new, temporary body. Clad in his boxers, Harry blushed and quickly looked away.

His skin was tight across a slightly defined abdomen, he had milky skin all over and it seemed completely and utterly unblemished. Harry found himself thinking thoughts about Draco Malfoy's body he never would have imagined thinking, 'Does he honestly look this good beneath his cloak?' he turned crimson at his own words inside of his head.

Harry decided to put that uncomfortable thought into the back of his head for later, he slowly drifted off into the most tumultous and disturbing sleep he ever had.

*

Avalanche, falling fast

Driving winds, happenstance

Off the track, in the mud

That's the moss in the aforementioned verse

*

Draco was currently in the Boys bathroom in the Gryffindor Tower. He couldn't believe the bad colour sense the entire Common Room and dormitory had - red and orange looked thrown up everywhere. As soon as he had entered the Common Room, having slipped in behind two Third Years and hearing the password, Ron and Hermione bombarded him with questions as to where he was. Apparantly Potter hadn't come up with an excuse beforehand.

"I-I was just walking around the castle," he stumbled, attempting to sound as put-off as possible.

Hermione had smiled half-heartedly and Ron merely looked him up and down and nodded, unconvinced. Draco had a feeling that the redhead was going to be a problem in the next two weeks. Draco proceeded to become familiar with his surroundings, he quickly surveyed the Common Room and those looking at him. He made his way into what he finally found to be Harry's dormitory. It was messy as hell, except for Potter's area. Draco felt sickness suddenly jolt up his body, he ran into the only other door in the room which was gratefully the bathroom.

He came to the toilet and began to hurl into the bowl, he was hunched over and kicked the stall shut in case another Sixth Year Gryffindor boy was to walk in. After a few moments of vile coming up from his stomach, Draco collapased against the side of the stall, his arm draped over the toiler bowl as sweat beaded down his face and he breathed heavily. 'This is what Potter lives like, all the time?' he thought to himself in disbelief, 'Sure he always seems upset but...I feel like I am dying'.

Draco took out Harry's wand from its place in his cloak pocket, he grabbed the unfamiliar wood and caressed it for a moment. 'Is this going to work?' "Reveal," he said sternly, pointing the wand at himself. And with that, a clear magic washed over Draco and suddenly the Glamour spells were gone.

The once-Slytherin hobbled out of the stall to the bathroom mirror. He gasped as he looked at himself. Harry's body looked slightly improved from the train, but still his face (especially his eyes) were heavily bruised. Draco proceeded to slip out of his cloak, he hoisted up his shirt and saw black and blue marks all across the brunette's chest, arms, back, legs. They were everywhere. "No wonder I feel like shite," he whispered, gawking at his reflection.

Not wanting to get caught like this, Draco quickly re-Glamoured Harry's body and put his clothes back on.

He sludged into the dormitory once again and collapsed on Harry's bed. Draco drew the hangings, charmed them shut and threw off his cloak. He, however, kept his clothes on incase the Glamour spells wore off early in the morning and somebody found him. It wasn't long before Draco was asleep...

*

Just a little time, before we leave...

Stop light, plays its part

So I would say you've got a part

What's your part? Who you are

You are who, who you are.