Ohai. 'Tis me again, with Monday's chapter, as promised. I don't have to be at school until later and I'm still pretty sure it will not be fun, since I do not go to Hogwarts, which is very sad. *sniffle* Also, I should probably apologise for imperfections in this story, I realise I alternate with POV's, and use surnames and first names differently. I'm trying to stick to first names mostly, but in certain character's POV's, I'll use surnames, so sorry for confusion and inconsistency! I also hope that it's quite clear when I'm referring to Harry or Draco, since they've swapped bodies, it could be confusing! Hopefully, I did ok...ok, enjoy, review, next chapter posted next Monday unless I feel charitable and post another this week. (probably this weekend? I don't know.)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Pansy was very confused. Something about Draco was off today. She wanted to put it all down to Blaise's hex, but even after she had removed it from him, he was acting slightly strangely. The weirdest thing was that he kept sneaking somewhat wistful glances at the Gryffindor table. Pansy followed his line of sight to a certain small trio. Potter, Weasley and Granger. She couldn't even begin to fathom why. She had to hold back to retch to consider that he might, that he could, possibly be attracted to Granger. No, that couldn't be true. Her Draco would never stoop so low. He had standards after all. But the more times she caught him looking in that direction, the less convinced she became.

Being a concerned friend, she decided to follow him after dinner. He headed to the library. Already, she began to worry. The library was well known for being one of Granger's favourite haunts. She walked as stealthily as she could, not wanting to be seen following him. Draco looked around and his eyes lit up with recognition after walking through rows and rows of shelves. Pansy walked to the shelf next to where Draco had gone, and peered through the gap between two hardback books. Her worse fears were confirmed as she saw Draco hugging Granger.

"Hermione-" she heard him say, although the speech sounded quite muffled and she could only pick up some of the conversation, "-I missed you."

Pansy backed away quickly. She had heard enough. Those three words were enough to make her sick. Had the world gone insane? She quickly started to walk out of the library. That was until, she bumped into someone.

"Oh, hello Pansy!" Blaise said, grinning.

But it wasn't that that scared Pansy. It was the fact that standing next to Blaise, looking entirely as though he was there of his own volition and with no qualms about it, was Harry Potter. Grinning at her. In all his newly sexy haired glory.

"B-Blaise? P-Potter?" she stuttered, utterly incredulous.

"Hello," Potter said, still grinning like an idiot.

Pansy pushed past the two of them, and decided that the world really had gone insane.

...

"Did you see her face?" Draco was laughing. He had decided that since he was in Potter's body, and Potter laughed a lot, that he was allowed to do so.

"You should have seen her over dinner, Potter kept looking over at you, Granger and the Weasel, and Pansy seemed to notice. Her face went all kinds of red. Freaking hilarious."

Draco groaned. "She probably thinks I've got a crush on Granger or something."

"Or Weasley," Blaise pointed out.

Draco made a retching noise.

"Or maybe even Potter himself!"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "A crush on Potter? Don't be ridiculous, Blaise."

"Why is that so ridiculous?" Blaise prodded. He wanted to know that maybe Hermione's plot would work.

"Well, he's Potter. We hate each other. Always have, always will."

Blaise tried not to blurt out that that was not true. "So, it's just the principle of you having a crush on Potter? Nothing to do with him personally?"

"Well, he's short and speccy," Draco started, counting on his fingers, "His hair looks like a birds nest, he's bloody irritating and-"

"Glad to know you think so highly of me," Draco heard his own voice drawl.

Blaise had slowly walked the pair of them to where Hermione had instructed him to meet her. They were in a remote corner of the library, where a few cushions were on the floor. They looked suspiciously new, and there was one for every person present. Hermione, Harry and Ron were all perched on red cushions, looking up at the late comers. Harry had his eyebrow raised at Draco.

"No need for sarcasm, I was just speaking my mind," Draco had coolly replied.

"Why were you talking about me?" Harry asked, just as calm.

Without missing a beat, Draco replied, "I was telling Blaise how terrible it is to be trapped in your body."

Harry looked convinced, and turned to Hermione in question. She muttered a charm and two emerald green cushions appeared on the floor. Draco sank into his with practised elegance.

"Right, now that we're all here, let's discuss how we've found today."

She looked at Harry, to start the proceedings.

"Mentally scarring," he replied.

"Is the sight of my face in the mirror so terrible, Potter?" Draco quipped.

Harry glared in response because he knew he would blush like crazy if he lied. Damn Draco and his beautiful pale skin.

"No, you prat, I was referring to your girlfriend kissing me. Blaise told her too."

Harry shot a death glare at Blaise.

"Do you mean that Pansy kissed you?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded.

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Really? I thought she was. She's a terrible kisser though, so good for you."

Draco grimaced, "Unfortunately, I have been there and done that."

Ron gagged. "Seriously Malfoy, I don't need to hear what you and Pug-Face Parkinson do in your own time."

"It's not like I was graphic Weasley, although I could give you some details to make you uncomfortable if you want me too," Draco smirked.

"I'd rather kiss a Blast-Ended Skrewt," Ron enunciated.

Harry, Hermione and Blaise snorted with laughter. Ron grinned, proud that he'd sparked this reaction. Draco glared at Blaise for siding against him.

"Oh, to make you feel even better Draco, Harry got a detention," Blaise said.

Draco immediately rounded on Harry. He didn't appreciate having his record tarnished. Somehow every detention he did get was always Potter's fault.

"You what? How the hell did you manage that?" he demanded in his most menacing manner.

Harry was unfazed. He had to admit that an angry Harry Potter wasn't a very imposing sight. Even if Draco was spitting fire inside.

"I fell asleep in Arithmancy."

"You fell asleep?" Draco desperately tried to stop it, but his voice slipped to a few octaves higher.

Harry stifled a laugh. "Yes, yes I did."

"I also made him roll on the floor," Blaise said, smiling sweetly at Draco.

Draco looked lost for words.

"Why would you do that? What is so amusing about watching Draco Malfoy roll all over the floor?" he demanded.

Blaise grinned, "Everything. And don't talk about yourself in third person."

"Can we get back to hearing about everyone's day?" Hermione interjected, sensing that Draco was a few milliseconds away from pouncing on Blaise and Harry, since he was glaring furiously at them both, contemplating who had committed the worse crime.

"My day was alright, I guess. I got my Herbology homework back," said Ron, now chewing on some sweets that he had acquired from seemingly nowhere.

"I was referring to the fact that Harry and Draco have spent the day as each other, Ronald," said Hermione, patting her boyfriend's shoulder in a somewhat patronising way. "So far all I've heard is that Harry had an awkward run-in with Draco's ex-girlfriend."

"I had an awkward run-in with Potter's ex-girlfriend as well," Draco chimed in.

"Ginny?" Harry asked, wondering what Draco had done. Even though Ginny and he were broken up, he still felt fiercely protective of her. Ron's ways had probably rubbed off on him.

"Yes. After I established that she was, in fact, your ex-girlfriend, she told me you were gay."

Harry choked. "W-What?"

Draco repeated his sentence.

"Why the hell would she say that? I'm not gay," Harry desperately tried to sound convincing.

Draco shrugged. "She just said, and I quote, 'I'm pretty sure Harry seeks for the other Quidditch team, if you know what I mean.'"

Harry panicked. He'd never said anything to Ginny about fancying Draco. Had he been that obvious that she'd noticed? Had anyone else noticed? He needed to talk to her. Urgently.

"Well, it's not true," he said, as firmly as he could.

Draco raised his eyebrows, but said nothing else. There was an awkward silence, only filled by Ron making munchy-noises as he ate.

"So," Hermione ventured, breaking the silence, "Does anyone else have anything to share?"

There was a general muttering of 'no's.' They all started to leave the library. Harry grabbed Hermione's arm.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Harry asked.

"Of course," she replied, gesturing for Draco and Ron to go without her. They left the library, looking thoroughly uncomfortable being alone together. It gave a few younger students a giggle, watching Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, who they knew to be the best of friends, walking back up the Gryffindor common room looking as though they had personally murdered each other's owl.

Blaise walked back to the common room without waiting for Harry. He didn't need, nor particularly want, to hear him prattle on about his unrequited love for Draco to Hermione. He decided to take a leisurely stroll back to the common room. He couldn't help but let his mind slip back to what Draco had said earlier, when Blaise had outright asked him if he fancied Harry. Blaise also couldn't help but notice that Draco's reasons for not liking Harry did not include the most crucial detail. His gender. Blaise grinned. Maybe there was some hope for this plan after all. He then cursed himself for getting so involved with this infernal plot. Then he remembered his reward for it. He let his mind become clouded with thoughts of Ginny, and wondered whether it would be weird to ask Harry what it was like to be with her.

It's that time again! After-Chapter-Question-Time!

Ok, so my views on Ginny. I actually really like Ginny. I don't like when Drarry fics have Ginny-bashing in them. Just because Ginny loves Harry doesn't make her a total bitch. Don't avada me now...but I actually like Harry/Ginny in the books. I think they go well together, and isn't it a really cute story between them? Ginny loved Harry since she was little, he saved her life, they've fought together, and when Harry finally realised his feelings, she was with someone else, but they finally got together, then they were forced to be apart because of the danger, but Ginny still stayed strong, rebelling with the DA, and they got a happy ending. I like it. My only critique would be that maybe their relationship would feel a bit odd because of Harry's closeness with Ron? But overall I'm happy with their relationship in the book. I'd far rather Harry end up with Ginny then Cho Chang... Sadly, there couldn't be any Drarry in the books, since a lot of children read them and that would raise questions, which is sad but a reality. But don't worry, we'll always have fanfiction. Movie Ginny wasn't really there much, I mean it did literally come out of nowhere, apart from a few glances in previous films...but my heart did break a tiny bit when Ginny thought Harry died in DHP2 and shouted 'No!' since that was pretty much my reaction when I read that part in the book.

This chapter's question is...

If you could be friends with a character/s from HP, who would it/they be?