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 8

When Draco awoke he was still at the lake and Blaise was sitting next to him. "Bout time you woke up." He gave him a smile. "So, how do you like being the famous Harry Potter? Having everything."

He woke up by the lake, and apparently next to Blaise. "You better hope you're a dream..." Draco growled, yet it sounded ridiculous coming out of Potter's mouth. He tackled Blaise, looking him in the eyes. "You find a way to reverse this, and I wont make you suffer..."

Blaise laughed. "Calm down Draco. The potion will wear off in another two days. But you look so adorable all angry." He patted Draco's cheek and then shoved him off of him. "We saw you and Potter becoming friends but still having problems. We did this to help you. Potter sees what it's like to still have people fear and respect you while not having very many friends. And you get to see what you're missing by not trusting anyone."

"Actually Blaise, I trusted you, and believe it or not, if it came down to it, I could have trusted Potter. Now I don't even want to see you, and Potter, well, he's done enough lately to screw up my life. I was happy before you came along." He got to his feet and moved towards the lake. He was pissed.

"Oh get off your high and mighty horse Malfoy." Blaise said, rolling his eyes as he stood and followed him. "You're not better than the rest of us anymore. And for some really strange reason I'm your friend, and even more strange, Harry wants to be yours. We have never tried to betray you. In fact we keep trying to help you!"

"Actually Blaise, I am still better then you, and I always will. I still have money, and power, and a future, and not the future Harry created." He frowned. "Sticking me in this body is no help! And for two more days?" He wanted to punch Blaise. He really did. Bah, who cared what kind of trouble he'd get in. So he did.

Blaise punched him. He was still bigger than Draco. But aside from Harry, almost everyone was bigger than Draco. And with Draco in Harry's body he was REALLY bigger. "Grow up already." He growled.

"I'm not the one playing silly games." He recovered from the punch and swung right back. This wasn't going to end so easily. Though fighting in Harry's body was different, the guy was short. Didn't mean he couldn't land a damn good punch though.

Blaise fell back a step and then flew forward again. Swinging his fist. "Yeah, sure you're not!"

"What the hell do you mean by that." Draco gasped as the punch hit him in the stomach. He hit the ground, but rolled and got back to his feet. A good fight, it was exactly what he needed. Maybe two days in the hospital wing too. He tackled Blaise again.

Blaise rolled with it, flipping Draco over his head and sending him flying a couple of feet. He jumped to his feet. "Have you really looked at yourself lately? What kind of adult doesn't seek help when it's offered to them? Even Snape sought out help!"

"Snape was weak!" He snapped, not even thinking about what he had just said. "Besides, I don't need help!" Everyone was convinced he did, but he was fine. Better then fine. This was what he wanted, free from his fathers influence and constant orders. He groaned and picked himself up, he was not about to give up.

Blaise laughed. "You say that only because he's DEAD! You worshiped him! Followed him around. Or is it because he never told you that he was working against the Dark Lord?" He crossed his arms. "He didn't trust you with this secret."

"You bastard!" And Draco found the strength. This time he had his wand out, and his hand was shaking. As for what was going through his head at the moment, there were a lot of things. Pain, thoughts of murder. He wanted Blaise to die. How dare he speak about Snape in such a way.

Blaise tilted his head at him, looking at him calmly. "If you truly thought he was weak, then why do you get so upset for him?"

"Hey! Stop this!" Harry stepped between then.

Blaise looked away. "Come on Potter. He doesn't want us here."

"You're right, I want you both out of my life!" He snarled, keeping his wand pointed at Blaise. "Cruic..."

And with that he fell to the ground, Luna standing behind him. "Pressure points...he'll be alright soon..." And keeping an eye on Harry, she moved towards Blaise.

Harry looked down at Draco. "I'll get a teacher to get him." He turned and started back to the school, without giving any of them a second glance.
Blaise sighed and wrapped one arm about Luna. "...Doesn't look like it worked out the way we wanted it to."

Luna smiled softly. "It will..." She looked down at Draco, and then back at Blaise. "They just need time now."

Blaise nodded. He grabbed Draco's arm and began dragging him until Hagrid came and scooped him up.

When Draco awoke he would be alone. Harry refused to care about him anymore. Forcing the feelings away from himself. It was hard and painful. But he was doing it.

Draco did wake up. And he felt like someone pinched him. He was in the hospital wing, and he let out a sigh of relief, at least he could be himself for now, unless Potter's pesky friends showed up. It was strange though, being alone, something he wasn't used to now.

And the one who showed up...Neville. He carried with him a potted plant. He smiled sheepishly at Draco. "H-Hi Harry." He said, setting a orchid on the stand next to him. "I grew this at home. It's supposed to help calm emotions..."

Neville. Of all the lowlifes to possibly walk through that door. "Longbottom! My emotions will be just fine when I get my damn body back, not get out of here! And take you're bloody flower with you!" He was full out yelling. He didn't care that he wasn't being Potter anymore. He wanted this hell to end.

Neville bit his lip, then smack Draco hard on the forehead. "None of us are happy about this you know! But Harry asked us to try and help you. I know you don't like me but...You could at least try too..."

"No! I don't need to pretend to like you!" He picked up the plant and tossed it at Neville, who fortunately caught it. "I'm done pretending, I'm done being nice. I'm tired of Harry and his so called help!" He looked furious, but at the same time he looked ready to cry.

Neville set the plant back down. He pulled Draco out of the bed. He shoved Draco's wand into his hand. "Then do it. Do what you wanted to do!" Neville leaned over him, changing into Harry. "Stop me."

He stumbled backwards, wondering what the hell was going on. He was about to admit himself to Mungo's if this kept up. "Just tell me why you're trying to ruin my life, that's all I want to know. First the potions teacher thing, then getting all buddy with your friends, what else do you have planned to make me life any worse?" He hand was shaking, but his wand was at his side.

Harry shrugged. "Why not? You needed it." And then he was Snape. "Perhaps, Draco, you're not as strong as you led us all to believe. Maybe you should break down. Perhaps even quit. I'm ashamed to even call you my Godson."

"You..." Snapes words stung, and he felt the tears. "You left me with nothing! I admired you, you were my Father when I had none. I trusted you, but you never trusted me!" His wand was up, his grip firm. "Avada Kedavra!" And there was the green light, and then Draco woke up gasping, the tears though, very real.

Poppy came over. "Are you alright dear?" She asked, looking at him in concern. She placed a hand on his shoulder.

He rolled off the bed, onto the floor, looking up at Poppy like he was ready to fight. And then he realized who it was, and he relaxed. "I can't do this anymore. I can't be Potter. I'm not even that good at being me!" The tears were still coming, but it was soundless.

Poppy turned away and came back with a potion to calm him down. "Have a seat dear." She took a seat near him on the bed and looked at him. "Tell me. Do you honestly like being alone? Do you truly not like the fact that you have people who want to be near you? Who want to help you?" She handed him a handkerchief.

Draco took the potion. "Not you too..." He muttered. "If I'm alone...there's no one I can let down. And there's no one who wants to be near me, just Potter's friends, who were asked by him to care!" He curled up in a ball on the bed. He didn't want to be having this conversation.

Pomfrey snorted. "Well, with that attitude who would WANT to be near you? You're fighting against something so hard, when you're wanting it so badly. In life there is always the chance that someone will hurt you. But if you hide away in fear, you'll hurt yourself more than you will ever know. You can never let your friends down as long as you try your best. They're trying their best for you." She stood. "Get some more rest dear." She patted his shoulder and left then.

"Seven years in this school without a friend. I'm not starting now..." But he yawned, the woman had at least said one smart thing that day. Rest. Sleep. On Monday he should be back to normal. By monday he needed to decide if he was going to transfer to a new school, or flunk out completely.

Sunday came around. No visit from Harry. Hermione brought him some more notes and breakfast. Ron came by at lunch, also sharing with him his stash of chocolate frogs. Neville brought dinner. None of them stayed long. Just enough time to drop off some things, all giving him wary glances. That night Harry was brought in. To monitor the switch. Already the fever was starting in them. Harry crawled into a bed as far away from Draco as humanly possible in this room and slept. When morning came Harry felt...shorter. Being back in his own body. And sore. Very sore. It seems Draco did not take care of his body. And even after he had fed that cat of his! He rose and grabbed his things, making his way out, past Draco's bed.

Everyone was trying to be nice to him. He was stuck in the Hospital Wing, for fear that he would hurt himself or someone else. Again. And though Harry's friends came and went, not a single of Draco's 'friends' showed up. Probably because they didn't know. Then the fever set in, sometime on sunday. It was familiar, and welcome. And when he woke, he sat up, and he wanted to cry. He was himself. That was about the time Harry was heading out the door. "Go see Hagrid." He said simply, falling back and smirking.

Harry paused for a moment, giving him the coldest, deadest look. "Don't speak to me." He said, and then he turned and continued out the door. Harry was going to give Draco exactly what he wanted. Nothing but bitterness. But still, Harry did head to Hagrid's. Hermione came in a minute or so after Harry left. She noticed his bed empty and then looked at Malfoy. "Ah, good. McGonagall explained everything to us. Here." He dumped a pile of books right onto his crotch. "You're homework and books for your new classes. Oh and that was for turning Harry into a zombie monster." She turned and walked out of the room, knowing that Draco probably had no idea what a zombie was...if he could hear her at all through the pain he would be going through.

He bit his lower lip, as Hermione dumped the books on his crotch. She muttered something about zombies, but he wasn't listening. When finally the pain lessened, he looked at the book titles and laughed, dumping them in the trash on his way out. He wasn't taking these new classes, nor was he going to pass potions. This was who Minerva and Potter wanted him to be, but this wasn't who he wanted to be.

Harry came back with the puppy, who was hopping ahead and then doubling back to him. Harry watched him with a slight smile on his face. He entered the Great Hall, collecting some food for him and the puppy, but ignored his friend's requests to join him. He was already heading back out.

And for Draco, things were back to normal. He cussed Hermione out for her little stunt in the hospital wing, the House was behind him each and every step. He didn't have friends, but he had allies. He had a pet, Olivia, and he had a plan. A terrible plan that would ruin his future, but at least it would be because it was what he chose to do. He glanced at the puppy and smirked, glad Potter accepted it.