Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of Draco and various characters played by her. Harry and other characters played by me. Used off of the Book series, not the movie. We LOVE the movies, of course. But there is simply so much more in the books.

Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of Harry Potter, we're just fans.

Chapter 5

Draco blinked. He had just punched Harry in the face, and he didn't get detention, or lose any points from his House. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. Sure he had to take Harry to the Hospital wing, but that wasn't bad. So the three of them left, Slyhterin, Gryffindor and cat, and all was well until Minerva found then. "Care to explain what happened Mister Malfoy?" "Potter ran into my fist." He muttered, looking down at the cat, who had her tongue stuck out at the Headmistress. "No. We do that when she turns her back." He hissed in amusement. "And I take it by your grin you thought you got off without punishment. But you will be in detention tonight, with Mister Filch." Draco groaned, yet sure enough, as the Headmistress turned her back, cat and boy stuck their tongues out. "And that earned you one tomorrow with Professor Slughorn." And Draco was left standing there in surprise. She hadn't even turned around, how did she know!

Harry was chuckling quietly as Madam Pomfrey fixed his nose. Once they were alone Harry looked at him. "You HAD to push her..." He shook his head. "Oh. And for my OWN little bit of payback. Maidaloues." And Draco was in a french maid's outfit. Harry laughed but slowly stopped. This felt...familiar...

He grumbled the rest of the way to the Hospital Wing. Detention the next two days, great. But Harry found it funny. What happened next however, was not. "A...french maid!" He squeaked, looking down at his clothes. And yet, he felt a certain sense of Deja Vu. Something he couldn't explain. But he knew for a fact he had never been in an outfit like this before.

Harry merely tilted his head at him. "Yeah...but...it doesn't feel...as satisfying..." He shook his head and removed the spell from Draco. "Weird." He sighed sadly. "I thought it'd be more funny. But I feel like I've done that before."

"But you haven't. Right?" Draco seemed a little too quick to ask that question. Maybe he just didn't remember, blocked the traumatizing event from his brain. And what was with them...talking? That wasn't right either.

"Not that I know of." He shrugged. "Don't you think you'd remember something like that?" He smiled, and chuckled. "Though, you DID look good in that. Maybe if we make it shorter..."

"No." Draco snapped, glaring at Harry. "Cast that spell again and it'll be more then your nose that's bleeding..." He thought about the spell Harry used on him in their sixth year, in the bathroom. The one that nearly killed him. He closed his eyes tightly. Not because of the memory of the spell and what happened, but because Snape had been there, and he had been treating the man like garbage that entire year...

"Draco.." Harry said, moving to him. "...You're thinking about Snape aren't you?" He bowed his head. "I'm sorry.."

Anger, fear, hatred, sadness, they all flashed through his eyes as he looked at Potter. "What I'm thinking about Potter, is none of your business." And with that, he scooped up his cat, and stormed off. How the hell did Harry know him so well?

Harry watched him go. He bowed his head. Draco hated him. He had to...because of him Snape was dead. He was used to Draco hating him. Hating him for small reasons. But this...this still hurt Harry. He knew Snape didn't regret saving him all those times. Didn't regret turning against Voldemort. But Harry DID regret it. He regretted hating him for so long when he was good. And he regretted he hadn't been strong enough to save him.

Harry was the bloody hero. He saved the day, beat the Dark Lord, saved hundreds, thousands from death. Sure he lost his parents, almost twenty years ago, what what else did he lose? Nothing. Well...his godfather. Seems they both had something in common. But Draco. He was bad at being good and terrible at being bad. Severus was gone, his father hated him, his mother felt sorry for him, he lost his future, but more importantly, he lost himself. Who was he? He would give anything to be Potter. He had real friends, and a future doing whatever he wanted. He ended up skipping the rest of his classes, wandering out to the Quidditch field, just laying in the middle of the grass. Thinking. Mostly feeling sorry for himself. He hated Hogwarts.

That was about the time that Blaise and Luna Lovegood, for they had secretly been going out since the final battle when he saved her from a stray spell, came up with an idea. They knew their friends were getting along. But they were still having problems. And Luna, being the little Ravenclaw genius she was, found a potion in the restricted section. It was called the Twin Souls potion. She went to Harry, and Blaise went in search of Draco. "THERE you are. I heard you got a new pet. Wanted to see." Blaise went over, inspecting the cat. "What does it do? Here." He handed Draco a flask. He had another in his hand. He opened his own, taking a drink. He made a face and coughed. "You look like you need it. Firewhiskey."

"It's a cat with wings you bloody idiot, what's it look like." Draco's only mistake was trusting anyone in Slytherin. But in a momentary lapse of judgment, and against the words of his Godfather, he opened the flask and drank it down. Probably a little too quickly. He broke out into a coughing fit. "What the hell was that!" It certainly was not firewhiskey.

"Hm? Homemade brand. About twice as strong as the normal stuff." He took a seat on the ground. The potion wouldn't take full effect until around midnight tonight. Long after Harry and Draco were asleep. Oh what a surprise they would be in when they awoke. He lay back on the ground staring up at the sky. "You gonna try out again? For the Quidditch team."

"Doubt it." He was bitter at not being made Captain. They would have a hell of a time finding a new seeker but oh well. It really wasn't his problem. Though he had to admit, when he was out there, and he had an audience, he felt free. Nothing mattered out there. Too bad he wasn't good enough to go pro.

Blaise nodded. "I see. You always seemed to enjoy it. Pity." He sat up. "Maybe the kitty-cat could be Seeker!"

"Just what I need, to be replaced by a cat." He glanced over at Blaise, and then back at the sky. "What are you doing out here...really. I know for a fact you didn't care enough about me just to see how I was doing..."

"I'll stay out here for a few minutes longer..." He didn't care. It wasn't firewhiskey he had drank. And Blaise didn't come all this way to see Draco's new pet, when he could have seen it in the Common Room later. Something was going on.

Blaise sighed. He took the flask back from Draco, pretending to take a drink from it as he walked away. He coughed. "Too strong on the whiskey." He muttered. So he headed back.
Harry was already in the Great Hall, making faces at the drink he had just been given. "Ugh. Gross." All throughout the meal he began feeling ill. Hot and lightheaded. He left before dinner was over, going to his room and collapsing on the bed.

Draco didn't notice the effects until he sat up. He had assumed he was hot because of the sun, and the dizziness didn't hit him until he sat up. He considered going to the Hospital Wing, but maybe, whatever it was Blaise had given him, would wear off in the morning. It took a while, but somehow he managed to make it to his dorms, immediately collapsing on his bed, with his new pet curled up next to him. He didn't even bother with dinner.

Harry groaned that morning. He actually felt better than he did last night. Rolling over in his over soft silky sheets. ...Wait...silky sheets? Whatever. House elves. He sighed. Classes would have to start soon. Yaaaaay. He rolled over, throwing his hand onto the nightstand next to him, searching for his glasses. All he felt was what felt like either a bottle of cologne...or lube. He shook his head. And finally opened his eyes. He blinked and was startled when the morning blurriness went away. He could see!
...And what he saw...was a WHOLE LOT of green. TONES of green. Did he sleep all the way until Halloween! Harry pushed himself up, he was in Slytherin robes...in the Slytherin dorm room...and blond hair had fallen in his eyes. "What the-?" Even his voice was different. "...Oh no. No no no no no!" He rolled out of the bed and ran to the mirror. Draco Malfoy was staring out at him.

Draco woke up to...blindness. And pain. He was used to his bed, his sheets, yet he found himself wondering who's bed he passed out in. As he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes, he found that that task was impossible. And fear begin to creep up into his chest. Reaching towards the nightstand was was met with the feel of glasses, which he slowly put on. What the hell was going on?
His new sight was met with red and gold and he groaned, where the hell was he? He continued to look around the room, getting up to look around, when he caught his reflection. It was enough to make him actually scream. His reflection showed Harry Potter. And the scream was most certainly not his either. He was going to be sick, and with that he took off to find the bathrooms.

Harry touched his hair. Ultra soft. Nothing like the straggly strands of hair that was his own. He touched his hands, smooth and perfect. He groaned again. "...This sucks." He jumped and stiffened when people came. Slytherins. He watched them suspicously. "You alright Malfoy?" It took Harry a moment to realize they were talking to him. "Um...yes. I'm fine.." He turned and went to Draco's...his bed. He opened the trunk, surprised at the amount of baby shampoo was in there. And everything clean and pressed completely crisply. He mouthed the word 'wow' and grabbed some clothes, shutting the lid and quickly changing. He needed to see if he could find his body. Maybe Draco was there.

"You alright Harry?"

His run to the bathroom was halted, by Weasley. "Yes yes, of course, just surprised me, spider, big spider." And with the Ron seemed to pale, of course Draco knew of the boys fear of spiders. By the time he reached the bathroom, he was feeling better. Though after showing and getting dressed, he was miserable. Harry's war against looking good was a losing battle. His hair was a disaster, his clothes a mess, why would anyone want to go around looking like this? But he needed to play the role of Harry, at least until he figured out where his own body was.

Harry looked silly as Draco. He couldn't stand the feel of tucked in shirts. Granted he really did try. But by the time he reached the Great Hall he had untucked his shirt, his tie was hanging loosely around his neck, and he was getting a red mark on his forehead when he kept rubbing the place where he knew his scar should be. He almost made the mistake of going to his table, before he remembered who he was and took a seat at the Slytherin table. Even there tables were polished brighter than theirs.

Draco had fussed with his image in the mirror far to long. He wanted to wear it the Harry way, but he felt like a slob, but seeing Harry dressed properly wasn't right either. Finally he left his old habits kick in, and he retied Harry's tie and tucked himself in. He walked away, content that he was doing the right thing, but after a few confused looks from the other guys forced a sigh from him. Fine! He untucked himself and made his way down to the Great Hall, taking the long way to the Gryffindor table. By doing so he passed Blaise, and he paused. "You're dead..." He hissed, before taking a seat at the table. He sat alone, really he didn't have anything in common with these other Gyffindors.

Hermione looked at him. "Harry? Are you alright? You look...upset..."

"Kinda like Malfoy. I told you hanging out with him so much was bad for you!" Ron pipped up.

Mudblood and loser alert. "I'm fine, just didn't sleep so well." He glanced over at the Slytherin table where he was sitting, where Harry at him was sitting. And he didn't look happy either. At least that feeling was mutual.

"Perhaps you should go to the Hospital Wing?" Hermione leaned over, placing her hand on his forehead.
Harry watched intently from the other table. Knowing how this was probably killing Draco. Being touched by someone who wasn't pure blood.

Ew ew ew! Mudblood germs! And in his attempt to get away from the hand, he fell out of his seat onto the floor. "Hospital wing...great idea..." He groaned, trying to get to his feet. Maybe Madam Pomfrey could reverse this.

Harry snorted, causing a few to look at him. Draco Malfoy did not 'snort'. He would snicker, certainly. But never SNORT! He coughed to cover it up and left the Great Hall a few minutes after Draco. Once he was around the corner he took off running, trying to catch up to him. "Malfoy!" Harry called, reaching him and looking a complete mess. clothes untucked and loose. His hair a mess, sticking up all over the place.

He heard his voice calling his name, it was weird. And yet when he turned, he paled. Harry couldn't go around looking like that! Not as Draco Malfoy he couldn't. He grabbed Harry's hand and rubbed it on his forehead. "Mudblood germs." He muttered, before realizing he just put them on his own body now. Ew! But he had enough sense to take off running after to mudblood comment, Harry was protective of his friends. He didn't stop until he reached the Hospital Wing.

Once Draco passed through its doors, Harry tackled him, his arms wrapped tightly around his legs. "You don't call her that again!" He snapped.

"And what if I do, maybe I'll just slip next time I'm forced to talk to your irritating friends!" He struggled away, careful not to hurt the body Harry was currently residing in.

Harry crawled up the body under him. Pinning him to the floor. "Then I'll make certain that everyone knows right now that Draco Malfoy is gay. You'll probably get kicked out of school when McGonagall finds out you were having sex with some guy."

"How is having sex with a guy any different then doing it with a girl!" He was smirking, a strange look on Potter's face. "Just make sure it's Blaise you accuse me of being with, if I'm going down, so is he!"

Harry leaned forward, murmuring in his ear. "Whoever said you were going to get to be the guy? No no...you get it up your butt." He tilted his head. "I'm thinking Goyle..."

Gross. That was plain wrong. And Draco went for the punch. Again. He didn't care at this point that he was hurting his own precious body, Potter deserved it. He shoved Harry off, and struggled to get to his feet.

Harry fell back with the punch and then rushed forward again, tackling and clawing at Draco onto a bed. Through the struggling and rolling he ended up on his back, Draco on top pinning him down. He lay there gasping and frowned. ...Why did this feel familiar too? This...position... And why did Harry get a pleasant tingling feeling?

And Draco's eyes met Harry's, and for a moment this, being like this, seemed normal. But it wasn't. He was drawn back to reality by Madam Pomfrey. "Mister Potter! What do you think you're doing!" And it took Draco a moment to realize she was talking to him. When he did, he rolled off Harry, off the bed and onto the floor, landing with a thud. "We have a bit of a problem..." He looked at Harry for the explanation, of course though, he knew the potions that was used by Blaise, but who gave it to Harry? And why?