Hello! I'm back, did you miss me?...kidding. I had a great time in Iceland, and got my Gryffindor on by jumping off a cliff into quite frankly freezing water...haha. Ok, read, enjoy, review!

CHAPTER SIX

Ginny had a spoonful of cereal held halfway to her mouth, poised to swallow it when her friends (and brother) arrived at the table. Ron slid in next to her, whilst Hermione and Harry sat opposite. Ginny proceeded to drop the spoon onto the table after catching a glimpse of her ex-boyfriend. The spoon clattered onto the table.

"Ha-Harry. Your hair," she managed to say, gaping.

Draco grinned at her. "Oh, do you like it? I felt like trying something new."

Ginny could only nod. The hair in question had also turned more than a few heads of students in the Great Hall. Instead of the usual dark, unruly mess, it had been turned from just plain messy, to a controlled hot mess. Ginny attempted to regain her dignity and picked up her spoon and quickly began eating again. It wasn't as if she still had feelings for Harry, they had broken up after the war because they both agreed that the relationship felt wrong, they felt brotherly and sisterly love towards each other. Ginny also had her eye on another man. But she felt she was still perfectly entitled to admire Harry's new hairstyle. And it was some sexy hairstyle.

Draco couldn't help but grin at the reactions of everyone. He tried to not let it turn into a smirk, which was most uncharacteristically Potter. But he had fully succeeded at turning Potter's hair into something presentable. He didn't understand why Potter hadn't just sorted out his hair before, he would have looked much better. Then the doors opened again, and Draco watched a group of his friends enter the room. Then, he saw himself wander into the hall. He was appalled. It was so clearly Potter in his form, his usually perfect hair messier than it had ever been. He also was shuffling along, rather than the practised confident strut Draco possessed. He had to fight the urge to run over there and attack Potter with a comb. He was stopped by Hermione's foot stomping hard on his own. Potter looked up, and both of them were suddenly overwhelmed with horror at seeing their enemy in their own body.

"What's up with Malfoy's hair?" Ron asked, his mouth full of toast.

"Don't talk with your mouth full!" Hermione had shrilly reprimanded him.

Ron rolled his eyes, swallowed the toast and asked his question again.

"I don't know, but it looks awful," Draco said, sniffing with distaste.

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Since when did you become a hair critic?"

"Since I decided that looking like a mop wouldn't do anymore!"

Draco was getting exasperated. Potter was mussing his hair, making it even messier. He clenched his fists in anger.

"A mop?" Ron repeated, his eyebrows raised.

"Yes, Ron, I'm tired of being Hogwarts' resident Mop-Head. I'm surprised that Filch hasn't tried to use me to scrub the floor yet," Draco's foot was being stomped on again, more urgently, but he ignored it. He was having far too much fun insulting Potter's hair.

The Weasley siblings burst out laughing.

"That sounds like one of Malfoy's insults, mate!" Ron had said between snorts.

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Really? Is that so?" He injected as much sarcasm as possible into his voice. His foot was now throbbing with pain after being stomped on mercilessly.

Ron and Ginny both now looked confused and at Hermione questioningly. Draco just grinned at them knowingly, confusing them even more. Hermione let out an infuriated noise, and started scribbling something on a napkin. She passed it to them. Ron's face went white.

"You're Malfoy?" he whispered.

"Indeed," Draco replied with an amused smirk.

Ron paused for a second, looking bewildered. He finally opened his mouth to speak.

"Bloody hell."

...

"What in the name of Merlin's baggy pants has Draco done to my hair?" Harry leaned over to whisper to Blaise.

"Brushed it," was the equally quiet, yet still snarky reply.

Harry noticed Ron and Ginny suddenly turn to look at him. Draco was grinning and Hermione looked anxious.

Harry? Ron mouthed.

Harry nodded, and watched his best friend blanch, looking frantically between him and Draco. Harry tried not to laugh. Hermione smiled at him. Harry was suddenly incredibly jealous that he couldn't sit with his friends. He leaned on the table miserably.

Fingers snapped in front of him. He looked up to see Pansy Parkinson looking at him.

"Are you alright?" she asked, her face taking on a softness that Harry had never seen on her before.

"Fine," Harry said, trying to sculpt his features into one of cool amusement, as Draco was so prone to do.

"He's just brooding because Goyle and I stole his hair-gel," Blaise said, coming to his rescue.

Pansy patted Harry's arm sympathetically. He smiled weakly back at her. He looked back over at the Gryffindor table.

"Speaking of hair gel, it looks like Potter found some!" Pansy said, also looking at the table.

"What do you think of it?" Harry asked, curious, also trying to sound indifferent.

"Well, it's better than before, that's for certain!"

The others around them laughed, and Harry forced a wry smile onto his face. He knew that Draco didn't laugh much, he wouldn't admit it, but he used to watch him at mealtimes, when no-one was watching. He could use this to his advantage.

"So, Draco," Blaise started to talk again, saving Harry from awkward silence once again, "Do you want back on the Quidditch team? I was really surprised when you said you didn't want to play again this year. Scared Potter will beat you again?"

Harry looked haughtily at him, "I'm not scared of Potter, you blithering idiot!"

"Prove it then," Blaise taunted.

"Fine!" Harry tried not to smile, he was extremely happy to be able to play Quidditch. He had panicked that all the practise he'd been doing would be for nothing. He wondered if Draco would play in his place as well.

Everyone left the Great Hall. Harry and Blaise lagged behind, hoping to catch up with Hermione and Draco and figure out what they were going to do next.

"Hello, handsome," a voice came from behind Harry.

He turned to see Hermione walking along with Draco. Draco looked at Harry, his head on one side. Harry's heart skipped a beat. Even though Draco meant himself, he couldn't help but feel giddy.

"Merlin, I'm attractive," he said admiringly.

Harry rolled his eyes. It was extremely weird to watch himself with neat hair and a smirk.

The two boys looked at each other for a few seconds, taking in the reality and trying to overcome the shock of having traded bodies with someone that they had previously despised.

"Well, " Draco said breaking the silence, "it seems that we're going to be in this situation for a while."

"It seems that way," Harry replied, matching Draco's cool tone, "I also think we should keep our true identities private, and try to be the other person as best we can."

"Why?" Draco challenged, "it could be easier if everyone knew."

"I don't want all the attention on me again after it just died down."

"All the attention? My, Potter, you're even more big-headed than I thought."

"Piss off. You know what I mean."

Draco exhaled heavily, "I suppose I do. It's not exactly easy having everyone look at you and automatically judge you. Have fun being known as an ex-Death Eater."

"Have fun being known as the Saviour of the Wizarding World," Harry said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You didn't make up that title?"

Harry glared at him.

"Fine, fine, I'll leave now."

Draco pressed something into his hand before walking off with Hermione.

"Oh, and Potter? Use this, or you'll never pass for me."

Harry looked into his palm. There now was a small brown brush lying there.

This was going to be a long two months.

Ok, so my favourite HP book is either Deathly Hallows, Goblet of Fire or Half-Blood Prince. My favourite film is Deathly Hallows Part 2. But I also love Goblet of Fire and Half-Blood Prince. Sense the theme?

This chapter's question is:

What are your least favourite ships, canon or otherwise?