Ok. I felt way too mean leaving you with that ending, especially since I won't be able to update for at least a week. Don't get used to such quick updates though, or I'll run out of the chapters I've already written and then updates will be even further apart as I'll need to write them as I go...So, here is Chapter 5. There will be NO MORE until I get back. I'm serious this time...(I think...) Enjoy, review!

CHAPTER FIVE

Harry opened his eyes. After blinking the dreariness of sleeping away, a few things dawned on him. He could have sworn that he fell asleep on the sofa, but he definitely was in bed now. Someone must have carried him upstairs. He resolved to thank them later. He rolled over, and in the process, noticed that the sheets of the bed he was sleeping in, were not their usual red. They were green. He sat up in shock. Looking around, he realised that he was not in the Gryffindor dormitory. He started to panic and quickly scrambled out of bed. It was definitely not his bed. Looking around and seeing who else was in the room, he realised his worse fears were confirmed. He was in the Slytherin boy's dormitory. He slapped his hands to his face in shock and realised that he wasn't wearing his glasses, but could still see perfectly. What the hell was going on? He looked down at himself, and saw that he was wearing black silk pyjamas that he would never wear in a million years. His hands were different, with long slim fingers and paler skin. He dashed to the bathroom and doused his face in cold water. He looked up at himself in the mirror. Except it wasn't himself he saw. All he saw was the bewildered face of Draco Malfoy. He almost slipped over from shock, but wanted to make sure that his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. He pinched himself. He ran a hand over the white blond hair that now grew on his head.

"Morning, Potter," came a voice from the doorway. Harry turned around to see Blaise Zabini standing there.

"Zabini?" he whispered in a voice that was not his own.

"I take it you're a bit confused?"

Harry could only nod.

"Come down to the common room, I'll explain."

Normally, Harry wouldn't have trusted him, but seeing as he appeared to be in Draco's body, in the middle of the Slytherin dormitories, he followed the other boy gratefully. He sat down on one of the dark leather sofas and looked around. The last time he'd been in here was in second year, and it hadn't changed at all.

"Well, first things first, stop looking so scared. If you're going to pass for Draco, you'll need to work on your facial expressions. Second, if you're going to pass for Draco, call me Blaise. Third, you have Hermione to blame for all of this."

Harry frowned. "Why?"

Blaise grinned, "Hermione is under the impression that her little plan will help you with your crush on Draco."

Harry couldn't help but gape. This sent Blaise into a fit of laughter. Clearly, Draco would never pull such a ridiculous face.

"What are you talking about? You think I have crush on Malfoy? You're losing it," Harry said quickly, trying to sound incredulous.

"Give it up, Potter. Hermione told me."

Harry shut up. He felt a little bit sick that Hermione had told his secret to one of Draco's best friends. "He doesn't know, right?"

"Draco? He doesn't know anything. He's convinced that you still hate him and that's why you poured that potion all over him yesterday."

"Was he angry?"

Blaise gave him an are you seriously asking me this question? look. Harry changed the subject.

"So, how long am I stuck like this?" he asked, gesturing at himself.

"Until the two of you learn to, as Hermione says, 'appreciate' each other," Blaise said, with air-quotes.

"I already appreciate him!" Harry protested, and then sank back into his chair after realising how pathetic he sounded.

Blaise smirked. "You just appreciate his charms. You'll see the real Draco now."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Where is Draco anyway?"

Blaise examined his fingernails. "Why, he's in the same predicament as you, of course."

This caused a grin to spread across Harry's face, (well, Draco's face.)

"What?"

"If I was panicking, I can only imagine how Draco will take the news."

Blaise laughed. "Now you're starting to sound like him."

...

Light was blaring into Draco's eyes. He opened them cautiously, having been rudely woken up. He jumped up in fright as he realised that he was surrounded by a lot red items. He also, had to squint to see around him, his vision blurred.

"What the-"he started to mutter whilst trying to struggle out of the blanket. He was stopped from swearing as he fell face first onto the floor.

The crimson carpet glared at him. He got up, and squinting still, saw that he was still in school uniform. He ran a hand through hair, a sure sign that he was stressed. But instead of the sleek, short blond hair he normally felt, he suddenly found his fingers knotted in a wild tangle of surprising soft hair that definitely wasn't his. He started to freak out. He removed his hands quickly and saw that they definitely weren't the ones that he was used to either. They were no longer the elegant hands with perfect cuticles, but they were now slightly stubbier, with a few faint scars crossing over them and bitten nails. Draco was about to scream, convinced he was in some kind of nightmare, when he was interrupted.

"Good morning," the voice was soft, and sounded slightly fearful.

He turned around and saw Hermione Granger, still in her pyjamas, regarding him warily.

"Granger? What in the name of Salazar are you doing here?" his voice sounded different. Familiar, but it was not his own.

"It worked!" she exclaimed, then quickly clapped a hand over her mouth.

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What worked?" he hissed in his most dangerous voice. It sounded weird though.

She didn't answer him, and from what could he see, which wasn't much, she seemed to be calculating an answer.

"Granger," he began, still in the most menacing voice he could manage, "What worked? Where the hell am I? And why can't I bloody see?"

He kicked the nearby coffee table in anger. He gasped and hopped around in pain, swearing under his breath. Hermione laughed. He fixed her with his evillest glare, which only made her laugh harder. She came towards him, taking something from the pocket of her pyjama top.

"Don't touch me. I don't want your mudblood germs."

She ignored him and came closer. He still couldn't see what was in her hand. She then gave them to him. Draco looked at the small object.

"Glasses? I don't need glasses! My vision is perfect!"

"Shut up and put the glasses on," she commanded in a warning tone.

Draco relented. The second he put them on, he saw everything clearly.

"What did you do to me? Why do I need glasses?"

He looked around. He saw an emblem above the fireplace. A lion. He was in the god-damned Gryffindor common-room. He was about to scream at the girl, but she then placed another object in his hand. A mirror. He held it up and then a real scream escaped his throat. It was not him in the mirror. He was looking at the reflection of Harry Potter. Hermione covered his mouth.

"Shut up, you idiot! You are in the Gryffindor common room, as you are, temporarily in the body of Harry Potter. He is in yours, before you ask, and Blaise is dealing with him. I'd like this to not be a big fuss, so you'll have to act as everything as normal, and you are Harry Potter. If you don't play along, I swear to Merlin, I will hex you into the next century," she hissed into his ear. Her tone was sharp, and Draco had never been so terrified of her before. Even when she had punched him in third year. "Got it?"

Draco nodded, and she released him.

"So what now? How did I manage to become Potter anyway? How long will I be like this?"

"You like asking questions, don't you?"

"Well, wouldn't you?" he gestured wildly at himself, as he was talking to a two year old.

"Fine. You're like this because Blaise and I slipped a potion into yours and Harry's drinks because we were sick of you two still acting like children around each other. You'll be like this for two months."

"Unless?" Draco prodded, desperately. He didn't want to be stuck as Harry Potter for two months.

"There is no unless. You'll be the Boy Who Lived for two whole months."

"What an honour," he replied dryly.

"It's breakfast soon, why don't you go and get yourself dressed in some clean clothes. And don't give your real identity away to the others, I have warned you."

Draco silently fumed. Stupid Mudblood. She pointed him in the direction of his dormitory. He entered to find Ron and a few other Gryffindors asleep. He purposely slammed the door to wake them all up.

"Harry?"

Draco didn't respond at first, only remembering when a pillow was flung at his head. He immediately spun around, his wand out, to curse the offender. Ron was looking at him strangely. His eyes widened as he saw the wand.

"Bloody hell mate. I only threw a pillow at you."

Draco put the wand back in his robe pocket, still astounded that he automatically knew where Potter kept his wand.

"Sorry," he muttered, the word painful to say.

"Are you alright Harry? You look like you're in pain," another voice piped up. Draco turned around. It had been Longbottom, no, he was Harry now, it had been Neville who had spoken.

No, I'm not alright, Draco wanted to snap. I'm in the body of someone I've hated for the past seven-ish years of my life, and will be for the next two months and I'm being forced to be nice to you idiots because I've been threatened by a Mudblood, so no, I am not freaking 'alright'.

"I'm just peachy," was what he had said, bitterly.

Neville thankfully dropped it. The other boys gradually started to get up, and find clothes to change into. Draco found some clean clothes which were crumpled from being thrown haphazardly in the trunk. He took them into the bathroom and quickly changed, muttering a charm to get rid of the creases. He studied his new reflection in the mirror. How Harry could live with this appearance he couldn't comprehend. True, Harry had some nice features, green eyes happened to be Draco's favourite, and he had a certain fondness for dark hair, but the overall presentation was awful. But he supposed he could do something with the jet-black mess that grew on his head. He leaned out of the bathroom to talk to his new roommates.

"Do any of you have a brush I could use?" he asked, trying not to slip into his usual easy drawl. Potter had better be putting in the same amount of effort as him.

Ron dropped the sock that he had been putting on. The other boys stared at him. Seamus tossed him a brush that was on his chest of drawers.

"Any hair gel?" he asked. Their eyes widened. Ron's jaw dropped.

"Why do you want hair-gel?" the ginger boy had asked.

"Y'know, to try something new." Draco said, shrugging.

Dean passed him a bright blue pot from inside his trunk. "There you go, mate."

It was a nasty Muggle brand, but it was better than nothing. He thanked Dean and disappeared back inside the bathroom.

"Careful with that Harry, or you'll end up looking like Malfoy!" he heard Ron yell.

It's a bit too late for that now, Weasley. Draco thought, bitterly. Then he wielded the brush expertly, and with the help of hair-gel, he attempted to tame Harry Potter's hair.

Ok, to answer last chapter's question, I am a GRYFFINDOR at heart although I have tendencies for the other houses as well! I'm not very Hufflepuff-ly, even though I am loyal, I don't like working hard and I can never find anything. Hufflepuffs are particularly good finders. (AVPM, anyone?) I get good marks in school and tend to use a lot of long words in my day-to-day life, which covers the Ravenclaw aspect. I also have a particularly gullible friend, and so far I have managed to convince her that I have an evil twin sister called Clarice who lived in a mental institute who tries to kill me everytime I visit...(I know, she actually believed that.) and another time I told her I had prosthetic arms and they were so realistic because they were state of the art. She believed that too, which gave me a great deal of happiness. Her expression when I told her I tricked her was priceless. I'm trying to figure out what to tell her next. So yeah, that's the Slytherin tendency I guess.

This chapter's question iiiiiiiiis:

What is your favourite Harry Potter book and film?

Pretty please with a cherry on top, review!