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 6

Harry sat up with a groan and raised a hand. "I'm Harry." He said, then he nodded to Draco. "That's Malfoy." Madam Pomfrey was in shock and called up McGonagall, who tested them, asking them questions only Harry or Malfoy would know. And they had no way to reverse it.

"Go on back to class. If this isn't righted in a couple of days we'll take you to Mungos. But seeing as how it doesn't seem to be affecting either of you badly...I believe it's safe to assume you'll be fine. Now. Off to class." McGonagall shooed them.

"Affecting us badly! If you hadn't noticed...I'm POTTER!" But the Headmistress would hear nothing of it. So Draco gave Harry his class schedule, and dreaded the days to come. It wasn't going to be good.

"Be nice to Hermione!" Harry called after him. And then he groaned. He had just gotten OUT of Slughorn's classroom as himself...and now as Malfoy he had to go to it AGAIN! "Can't bloody escape." He muttered to himself.

"Oh! Have fun with my two detentions!" He called back, smirking. Plus he was going to be in trouble for missing the one last night. Ha, sucked to be Potter.

"WHAT?" And then he proceeded to use every form of cussing he knew, as he walked to his next class. He arrived at his class and struggled to pay attention...but it was awfully boring to him. Why was Draco even taking all of these different classes? There was no job that was out there that required these classes. He frowned and grabbed Draco from the shadows of a corner before he could get into the Great Hall for lunch. "You don't know what you want to do after Hogwarts!"

"I do too know!" Draco hissed, looking at Harry. What did it matter anyways if he knew or not? Right, because he walked tall and talked tough, like he had the rest of his life figured out.

Harry rolled his eyes. "And what exactly do you think your job will be?" He shook his head. "Wait here." He muttered. Then he disappeared into the Great Hall, he returned later with a plate over flowing with food and another plate tucked underneath it. "Follow me." He led him outside to the lake. His new favorite spot. He then handed Malfoy the empty plate and motioned for him to start taking food from the big plate. He then pulled out a parchment and quill. "Alright. Lets list your talents. Aside from being able to sneer on cue. ...Don't make my face sneer! It's a horrible look for me."

Draco was kind of shocked, as Harry pulled him out to the lake. He didn't take any of the food, suspicious of what exactly Potter was doing. And when it was discovered that Harry was trying to help him, he did sneer, and he tossed his plate to the ground and got to his feet. "The moment I decide I need your help, I'll ask you." And with that he started to walk away.

Harry reached out and grabbed Draco's robes, then he yanked him back hard. So the guy ended up falling in his lap. Harry wrapped his arms around him calmly, but instead of hugging him, he just picked up his quill and parchment again. "Decision maker." He said, writing it down. He looked Draco up and down. "..." Then he sighed and started writing again. "Fashion sense."

"Let me go you bloody poof!" And with that he managed to struggle free and get to his feet. He didn't walk away yet though. He was miserable, he didn't need Potter's help, why should he have to decide what he wanted to do with the rest of his life right now?

Harry's eyes took on that strange dark look once more. Though on Draco's face it looked almost sinister. He rose from his seated position smooth like a liquid. He stepped forward, backing Draco against the tree. Because of the change in their bodies Harry was now taller than Draco. And he leaned forward over him. "A poof am I?" He drawled, licking his lips, Draco now getting to see the full effect Draco himself would give the girls when hitting on them. It was kind of hard to say no to so sexy a face. "Here I am trying to help you. But if you want a poof I'll be more than happy to give you a poof." A smirk passed over his lips and his hands came to rest on either side of Draco's head. "You have someone who actually cares about what happens to you. Not your money. Not your title. Nothing but you. Instead of pushing away, you should be happy." His nose barely brushed against Draco's. Then the light came back in Harry's eyes and he pulled away with a blush and a shake of his head. "Bloody weird." He muttered.

And seeing that look, he had to admit it looked good, though kinda scary, evil. Draco found himself backed against a tree. "I...I don't need someone to care!" He choked out as Harry seemed to go back to normal and back off. He let out a sigh of relief. "Stop interfering where you don't belong." He growled, and took off running. He didn't need Potter.

Harry watched him and sighed. He looked down sadly. Then slowly smirked. Fine. If Draco wasn't going to willingly accept his help then he'd be forced to take it another way.

After dinner, before he could get back to his dorm room, Draco was stopped by McGonagall, who handed him a paper. "These are the classes you need to be taking after you and Mr. Potter switch back."

Draco blinked, looking at the paper. "Why? I'm happy with the courses I have now." They didn't make any sense, some of then he didn't even like! And then it dawned on him. Potter. "I don't know what Potter said, but I will be taking my normal classes..."

"Mr. Potter didn't say anything. I finally got to your paper through the stack of students who turned in the papers saying what they were going to do when they got out of Hogwarts. It's in your handwriting, your signature." She nodded and then smiled, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm so happy you chose to follow in Severus Snape's footsteps. He would have been so happy and proud of you. If you pass all of the potions classes, then please know we would be more than happy to hire you as out new Potions Master." Because she REALLY wanted to get rid of Slughorn. It turns out the old man was a pervert. Who tried at every opportunity to catch the female teachers in the nude. Then McGonagall turned and walked away.

"What! I didn't...I never..." He didn't want to be like Severus, he didn't want to be a Potions Professor. Nor did he hand in that stupid paper. Among his things he had started one, about six different times, but none of then were ever finished. Fine, either he pummeled Potter...or failed potions. But that meant he needed Harry to drop the ball. No, he could begin that failures after he got his body back.

He didn't head back to the dorms, not right away. He went for a walk. He wanted to hurt Potter. He wanted to be himself. He was tired of pretending to be Harry.

Harry made his way through the halls, hurrying out the doors and up the walk to the Owlery. He went inside and looked around. He came here a lot. A large part of him still thought Hedwig escaped the blast. That she would come swooping down from the rafters and nip at him for ignoring her or being late. But no large snowy owl was there. A pained look was on his face as he continued staring up.

Past the lake, Harry could be lurking there, instead he found himself back on the Quidditch pitch. Funny, considering he didn't plan on playing that year. He laid on his back, staring up at the sky, he wondered how much longer he was going to have to pretend, before they would be going to Mungo's. He'd rather be there then here.

After a while Harry left the Owlery and began his walk back. It was fall. So the moon was bright, meaning he didn't need to carry a light with him. He stopped, seeing a shadow of a person laying in the middle of the Quidditch field. Dread went through him. Someone was hurt. Perhaps an attack. He started running for the field, he held up his wand, "Accio Broom!" And within a few seconds his broom came flying from the school towards him. He caught it and hopped on, flying was faster than running. He flew over to the body and came to a stop when he saw it was his own. "...Malfoy? What're you doing here?"

"Waiting for you." He growled as Potter appeared. "You just can't leave me alone, can you? Can't let me figure out who I am. Instead your faking papers and trying to put me somewhere I don't want to be." He got to his feet. "Stay the hell out of my life."

"How do you know you don't want to be there?" Harry said, shrugging. "Give it a shot. You weren't half bad in Potions. And in fact, Snape never wanted to be in Potions, but he was one of the best teachers we ever had." Harry sighed. "Look, they're going to start bugging you like crazy for you to put down something to study for. Once you get out of here you can go and learn to be something else. A bunch of something elses if you want. But this way they won't get on your case and you won't get stressed out." He wanted to stay out of Draco's life. But he was drawn to him. He couldn't explain it. And as much as he tried internally...he couldn't fight it.

"I'm not stressed, I'm actually quite happy." Every bit of him wanted to beat Potter senseless and leave him on the field to die. But he couldn't. "Don't worry though Potter, I have my ways of cleaning up the mess you're making of my life."

"You're happy now, you won't be by the time Christmas rolls around!" Harry stepped closer to him. "Look, believe it or not I'm trying to help you! Stop fighting everyone who tries to do something nice for you!"

"How do you know! Stop pretending you know me Potter, stop pretending to be my friend..." He closed his eyes. "I don't need you." He didn't need anyone. He was Draco Malfoy, he had his charms and wit, he didn't need friends, friends only let you down.

"I know what the teachers have planned for those who don't fill out the paperwork. And I'm not pretending!" He grabbed Draco's arms. "You might not need me but I need you!" He stopped and looked at, his hands falling from Draco's arms.

"There's nothing they could have done." And then Harry admitted needing him, and Draco just shook his head, and started to walk off. "You're pathetic Potter."

Harry looked pained and grabbed his broom. He climbed on and flew off, getting back to the castle first. Maybe he was pathetic. He couldn't help it if the only time he felt normal...the only time he wasn't thinking about the pain he felt...was when he was near Draco. He was becoming his drug, numbing the pain. But his drug was just taken from him. So he went off to bed.