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Hermione didn't know what to do. What had happened? Why was she in Draco Malfoy's body? She dreaded the thought that Draco might be in hers. She felt like screaming and running to Dumbledore for help. But something told her it was beyond even his help. She didn't know what to do. She wondered whether Draco was awake and how he had reacted…

Meanwhile, in the 6th year Gryffindor girl's dormitories Draco woke up and went to get dressed. He was half asleep, so he didn't notice that everything was red and gold. He was half asleep until he walked past the mirror in the corner of the room. He didn't see his normal gorgeous, toned self. He saw a short figure where he should be. He looked again. There was no sexy short platinum hair but a large amount of unruly, frizzy brown hair. He stopped dead. He walked up to the mirror, now fully awake. He was looking at Hermione Granger, the mudblood. "Oh my god." He said. He sounded exactly like Hermione. I'm dreaming… I've got to be dreaming. I can't be her! He pinched himself. What's she done to me?! He felt like crying. He collected himself quickly and decided to try and talk to the Granger girl.

They both got dressed awkwardly and went to the Great Hall. Hermione sat with Draco's friends and she saw that Draco had sat with Harry and Ron. She knew it was Draco, as she saw herself looking very unsure and she noticed that Draco kept looking over at her. She knew that she had to give him some sort of sign so that he knew that she was in his body. She decided to wink at him. Draco nodded. She knew he'd understood. All of a sudden, the usual mass of birds swooped over them, dropping letters and parcels from their families. There were a lot of things dropped in front of Hermione. On top was a small envelope addressed: Open me NOW H.G. She noticed her initials, so Hermione guessed it was for her instead of Draco.

H.G,

If I'm right then that's you in my body. I want to know what you did. Meet me in the library NOW before Potions, don't attract any attention to yourself or I could make you look really bad. And don't you dare open any of my mail!

D.M

Draco thought that she'd done this? Why the hell would she want to be trapped in his body? She didn't know what had happened! She looked up to him and saw that he had stood up and began to walk towards the door. "I'm going to go and get my potions essay." Hermione lied. She was surprised how alike to Draco she sounded. She grabbed the mail, got up and left.

10 minutes later she arrived at the library and saw herself sat there looking very irritated. She walked over to him nervously. "OK, mudblood, what did you do?" He snarled in a voice very like hers.

"I didn't do anything." She replied honestly. She put his mail on the table in front of him and

"I don't believe you." He glared.

"Let's put it this way; do you think I'd really want to be in your body?"

"Touché." Hermione had never heard that come out of her mouth before. It was interesting. "But it could just be revenge for yesterday." He started to laugh.

"What?" She asked.

"You have to sit that detention if you don't change us back!" He laughed.

Hermione was not impressed. "I'll try and find a way to turn us back, Malfoy. But until I can turn us back we need to set a few ground rules."

"That's fine. One: we've both got to act as natural as possible; no one else needs to know because we're not going to be like this for very long. Are we?"

"I don't think so. Even if I can't find a way to turn us back it'll probably wear off at midnight tonight. Two: No embarrassing each other. That means: no attracting unnecessary attention by randomly singing in the middle of the Great Hall or anything like that. You don't do anything stupid and I won't."

"I won't. Three: no looking through each other's stuff without express permission unless it's for clothes. And if I ever do allow you to I will tell you exactly where it is."

Hermione was nervous for some reason. The thought of him looking through her stuff made her shudder. She wondered what he thought of her clothes. "I'll do the same. Four: we communicate via owl and, if we must, we meet in here."

"OK. Actually, we should meet here every morning to swap mail."

"Good point."

"Six: We've got to take good care of each other if we stay like this. I'm cool with you not showering or anything today, but you've got to if we stay like this. I'm still Draco Malfoy, I want to look good."

"If I must then the same applies to you too." Neither of them wanted to think about having to go in the shower. They both hoped it would ware of that night or Hermione could find a way to get them back to normal. "And the use of "mudblood" is banned."

The day went by with no hitches. No one seemed to suspect anything. However, Hermione couldn't find a way to turn them back. They went to bed hoping that they would wake up in their own bed. When they fell asleep they both dreamt the same words.

Learn to love your enemy before midnight on the final evening, fail to do so and you will remain as you are for the rest of your life.