Hey guys, here's another one, again, sorry I didn't update sooner, I'm really terrible with deadlines. But anyways, I hope you enjoy ~ ! If you wanted to see Draco's POV, then you will definitely enjoy this one.

A/N: Kigen Dawn - Yup, they need some lessons in subtlety if you ask me. Blaise's gonna be pissed.

SlytherinLegacie 338 - Well, here's another chapter, sorry it took so long, I'm terrible at this uploading business :(

Chapter 7 - Ronaldo

Draco awoke to the loud bang of his own body hitting the floor, he could feel the rough carpet on the exposed parts of his body, he blinked rapidly before turning over and facing his perpetrator. A ginger haired boy smirked at him eagerly from the other side of the bed. He clenched his fists into tight balls, squinting angrily at him to see through the light. "What the hell do you think you're doing Weasley!?" Draco blurted out, his voice gruff and full of anger.

"Huh?" Ron questioned, a look of confusion crossing his pale face.

Draco coughed loudly, remembering that he was supposed to be Harry right now. "Oh, urm…Rrrr…Ro-" Draco's eyebrows knitted together, realising he wasn't quite sure of the red haired boys name. "Ro-Ronaldo?"

Ron raised an eyebrow and scratched his head slowly. "Blimey Harry, how hard did you hit your head?" Draco sighed loudly, this was going to be harder than he had thought, two minutes and he already wanted to deck Ronaldo in the face.

"Pretty hard…apparently." Draco replied, getting to his feet and dropping himself onto his bed. Honestly he was ashamed to call it a bed since the quality was that of a cardboard box, unlike the Slytherin beds that were made from fine Peruvian silks. How do people live like this? He barely got any sleep last night because of the constant snoring, but what made it even worse were the sheets that felt like sandpaper. He looked up at Ronaldo's grinning face and he knew, it was going to be a long day.

His bare feet slapped against the cold, smooth floor of the bathroom. He looked at Harry's rack of bathroom things. It contained one complimentary bottle of shampoo and a very dirty looking rag. "No wonder Potter's hair is always so dishevelled." Draco mumbled to himself as he combed his fingers through the dark brown hair now inhabiting his head. He looked back up at the rack. He dare not touch the rag, who knows where it's been. He cringed before picking up the cheap shampoo, it was pretty light so he figured it didn't have much left in it. Maybe for a birthday present he'd buy Harry some decent quality shampoo, just so he didn't have to look at his split ends every day. Just as Draco started undressing in a shower cubicle, a wave of Gryffindor's stampeded into the room, throwing their clothes off as they ran, and barging past one another to be first in line. Draco's eyes widened at the sight. Animals. He was amazed there weren't any casualties. His eyes wavered, he wasn't sure if he should, he'd been avoiding it the entire time. It wouldn't hurt to take a quick peek would it? He looked down slowly as curiosity got the better of him. Draco's eyebrows knitted together as his eyes fell upon it. He was pretty surprised, this whole time he'd been expecting it to be some miniscule shrivelled up prune.

He swallowed awkwardly, and glanced up, the cubicle were filthy. Draco turned the valve and cold water immediately sprayed out of the shower head. He jumped backwards with a yelp, causing him to slip and fall backwards. He landed on his butt with a sickening thwap, and scrunched up his face as pain shot through his lower body. Seriously? His first injury in Potters body, and it's falling on his butt, naked. People around him seemed to notice his tumble and swarmed over to see what had happened. This had to be the most embarrassing moment of his entire life, there was no way he could recover from this.

"Harry, you alright?" Ron pushed through the gaggle of Gryffindor's and extended a hand. Getting helped up be a Weasley? This had to be his lowest moment. He refrained from slapping the hand away, and took it graciously, letting Ron help him to his feet. He'd have to wash his hands thoroughly after that, but he couldn't blow his cover so soon, besides, this was a perfect opportunity to dig up some dirt on Potter.

"Thanks." Draco muttered, feeling disgusted the minute those words left his mouth, never once did he think that one day he would be thanking a Weasley, even if it was in Potter's body. He'd have to get used to it, since this was one of Potter's best friends. Everyone disbanded by this point, and went back to what they were doing before his incident.

"What happened?" Ron asked, rubbing the back of his neck. Draco looked to the side awkwardly, how was he supposed to answer that? Should he tell the truth or make up a less embarrassing lie? Since his head had been extremely foggy since this morning, he thought it best to just say what happened, and hope nobody else heard.

"I fell and, uh, slipped." He admitted, looking around hastily, to make sure no one had overheard.

"Pffffft-!" Ron started laughing, but as Draco shot him an irritant glare, he stopped, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

"It's not funny." Draco glared at him. Oh, how he wanted to get out his wand and blast Ron into oblivion, but sadly that isn't Potter behaviour, so he'd have to refrain himself for now.

"Sorry, mate." Ron replied, looking down at his feet, before looking at Draco again. "Well, you'd better hurry up and get ready if you don't want to miss breakfast." After saying that, he gave Draco a rough slap on the back, and went back to his own cubicle.

OUCH! Draco mouthed, clenching his fists. Ron was going to be a handful, hopefully Hermione was going to be slightly less irritating, if not, he was in for a challenge. He was sure that if he stepped even slightly out of line, Hermione was going to notice. Taking that in he decided not to have a shower after all, maybe he'd try again tonight if it wasn't too crowded. Hopefully the showers would have hot water by that time, but he wasn't counting on it.

It was raining by the time he had got dressed, his hair was still a mess, and he felt groggy from not having his usual morning shower. He walked along the wide, overpopulated corridor that lead to the dining hall. Ron was trudging along beside him, looking straight ahead. Something told him that Ron really wanted that breakfast buffet. The minute they got the door, Ron pushed it open with brute force, and made his was hastily to the seat next to Hermione.

Draco sighed, looking around the bustling room. His first instinct was to walk to the Slytherin table to reunite himself with Pansy and Blaise, but waving it away, he only glanced in that direction. Immediately he saw Potter, sitting there awkwardly, and sipping what he assumed was coffee. He guessed from the look on his face that he wasn't exactly enjoying it. That should be him, drinking his coffee, in his seat, next to his friends.

His eyebrows knitted together in annoyance, this was all Potter's fault, if he'd never existed in the first place then he wouldn't be in this situation right now, trapped in Potter's body, being harassed by Potter's friends, pretending to be someone he's not. He'd lingered in the doorway too long, and was already gaining some strange looks from passers-by.

Draco walked over to the table, when he got there Ron was happily stuffing his face with every edible item in hands reach. Draco grimaced slightly before sitting down and slumping over the table, bringing his hands up to his face solemnly. Hermione noticed him after a bit, and put down her book, before turning to face him. "Are you alright, Harry?" She asked, looking at him with eyes full of concern. Draco jumped, not yet used to her voice so close by. When he did encounter her she was usually a good 20ft away, unlike now when she was right next to his ear. The thought of her being so close discomforted him, and he shuffled away slightly, trying not to look too suspicious while doing so.

"Yeah…I'm just not feeling so good." Draco replied, not once taking his eyes off the table in front of him. Hermione looked at him even more worriedly, and grabbed a pot from the table, before pouring it into his cup. Draco peered down at a brown, vaguely translucent liquid.

"Maybe some tea will make you feel better." She smiled, and rubbed his shoulder caringly. He resisted the urge to move away, and smiled back at her, with the most genuine smile he could manage. "Do you want me to put your sugar and milk in for you, or would you rather do it yourself?" Hermione questioned, grabbing the milk. There were many things wrong with this situation in Draco's mind, but this one had just crossed the line. He hated sweet things. The tea, he could manage, but sugar? Just by looking at him, he could guess that Potter would probably have a lot of sugar in his tea. He could tell her that he needed some air, or that he had to leave, but that would only seem more suspicious.

He nodded, taking a deep breath, and readying himself for the challenge ahead. How on earth was he going to get this down? Hermione dropped in cube after cube of sugar, and just as he had lost count, he heard a clinking sound. She put the glass in front of him, and smiled again, watching him intently. Draco studied the cup sitting neatly in front of him for a bit, before picking it up and holding it to his lips. He swallowed nervously, and took a sip from it. The minute it touched his tongue, his immediate reaction was to gag, and he did, but not loud enough for anyone to hear. Hermione was still watching him, raising an eyebrow as he froze mid sip. Draco started sweating profusely under the pressure, and took a large gulp without meaning to.

He immediately cringed, and put a hand over his mouth. Hermione's look was hardening with suspicion, and he coughed loudly in his best attempt to play it off. "Went down the wrong way." He said in a gruff voice, and coughed again, looking at Hermione for reassurance. Her face seemed to go back to normal, and she patted him on the back.

"Be more careful next time." She scolded jokingly, and went back to reading her book. He couldn't quite make out what book, but it was probably something boring, so he gave up. He placed the tea back on the table quietly, trying to avoid any more unwanted attention.

He heard loud footsteps behind him, but before he could react, a cold liquid was poured over his head. His eyes widened as he sat there dripping wet. He turned as he heard laughing, and clenched his fists tightly.

"Something wrong Potter?" A familiar voice chimed.