"Like you know what it's like to be me!" Hermione ground out at Draco who met her gaze meanly. "You could never be me!" Draco nearly shouted. "You don't scare me Malfoy!" Draco stood from the table they had been sitting at and Hermione followed.
"Where are you going Malfoy?" He turned a corner curtly ascending a set of stairs. "Answer me!" Hermione jogged to keep up. "Acid Pops." Draco said tonelessly to the gargoyle who allowed he and Hermione to step onto the stairs.
"What does Dumbledore have to do with anything?" She asked. "Shut up Granger." He knocked on the door, and as always Dumbledore answered: "Enter." The two stepped into the office as Draco sat down and Hermione sat also, crossing her legs, jiggling her foot, glaring at Malfoy ever so often.
"Mister Malfoy, Miss Granger, what brings you to my office?" Hermione opened her mouth, but felt no words come out; she didn't really know why she was there. "Sir, please just give Granger a detention for accusing me of having an easy life, when she knows nothing and force her to leave me alone, for ever." Draco glared at Hermione.
Dumbledore's mouth twitched into a smile as he said: "What has happened?" Draco started to speak but Hermione cut him off: "Well sir, as always! Malfoy was annoying me about my blood, and how I am, and I responded politely: Leave me alone Malfoy." But Draco jumped in: "Politely?" He bellowed. "How is: "Shove it Malfoy! You're an arrogant jerk!" Polite?" Dumbledore smiled again. "Alright, I think I know where this is going. You may go."
The two walked out, their mouths agape. "Bet he punishes you tomorrow!" Draco hissed as they took two separate staircases.
"Well, everyone I know we have had problems with Gryffindor students and Slytherin students. But this one is ridiculous! Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy simply don't understand one another."
"Albus…" The Transfiguration professor warned him, but he waved her off. "Oh come on Minerva, it was years ago and I'm sure nobody remembers!" Professor McGonagall crossed her arms, and looked away.
"Now, since Minerva was the only one there when the last incident happened, let me explain…"
"Mm… What's that smell?" Hermione stretched her arms above her head as the window poured sunlight into the room. "Draco? Mate what are you doing? Why are you awake now? It's not even eleven yet." Hermione looked at the end of the room where she heard the voice.
With a squeak Hermione dove under the covers as she saw Blaise Zabini in his boxers, sitting on his bed, staring curiously. Suddenly with a small pop a note appeared by her nose.
Dear Miss Granger,
Yes you and Mister Malfoy have switched places, all professors are aware and by the way, you can tell the secret to only three people, if they even believe you. Consider this an assignment because this will last one month, if more than the three people you told; find out, You fail the rest of the semester.
Dont worry this will be pleasant,
Professor Albus Dumbledore
Hermione's eyes slid quickly out of focus as she came out of the bed, keeping her eyes on the floor, she said: "Couldn't sleep." Leaving the room as quickly as possible, Hermione turned into the bathroom, fast. "This is crazy." She said gripping the sink, her head bowed. Suddenly a shower turned on and her head whipped around, as she looked down at Draco's body.
"How am I gonna do this?"
"Would you shut up!" Draco yelled from where his head was buried under a blanket. "Get up! You're always up before us anyway!" Someone yelled. Draco was ready to throw the covers back and curse his supposed best mates but suddenly a need to sneeze was over taking him, causing him to inhale a mouthful of: brown hair?
Finally sneezing, Draco heard not his own manly sneeze, but a dainty twinkle of a noise. "Bloody hell?" His hearing acute: Draco listened to two or three girls leave the room, muttering about: "Time of month." Draco finally sat up straight, a pillow in hand, but his gaze met a long mirror on the wall opposite him, looking at it, Draco fainted.
Suddenly with another sneeze, Draco caused a note to go sailing across the room. "What?!" A voice definitely not his; shrieked after reading the note. "Now what can I dooo?" He put his head in Hermione's hands.
Both showed up that morning, walking rather uncomfortably, in fear of giving away their true identities. But what they both saw that morning caused another fight.
Flash Back for Draco
"Ugh, that was gross; I should not be in this position." Draco repeated over and over as he wrapped a robe tightly around him. Sitting at Hermione's vanity, Draco opened the drawer, pulled out a hair brush, and make up, and was delighted to find: "Ooh! Gel!" Finally after brushing "her" hair, Draco scooped a strawberry sized amount of: "Sleakeazys Gel" into his hands and into the bushy brown mane.
Opening the wardrobe, Draco was disappointed not to find any wild and crazy clothes from past dares or something like that, and began to take a pair of jeans and a red button up blouse, a black silk tank top, and black matching underwear. Suddenly Draco smacked her forehead, "I'm a wizar-uh witch! What am I doing?" Pulling out the wand in Hermione's nightstand, Draco stripped out of the clothes and began waving it above them, cutting off the sleeves and making the straps barely thicker than her tank top. Cutting off the first three buttons of the blouse, Draco made cut off a bit of the black fabric and sewed it there, underneath. "Now that's hott." Draco mumbled to himself. Now he picked up the jeans and cut them into a skirt, about an inch and a half higher than Hermione's finger tips. Slipping into the clothes, satisfied. Draco put on black flip flops and headed down to the great hall, dying for many a Gryffindors mouths to drool that Saturday morning.
Flash back for Hermione
"I am so permanently scarred." Hermione muttered as she stepped from the shower, wrapping a towel around "Draco's" Bottom half. Sitting on the bed, Hermione picked out a green plaid button up shirt, and just jeans. Rummaging in his things, Hermione found a case, and dying to know what it was: Hermione waved her wand above the lock, causing it to snap open where she found twenty different combs and brushes lying in foam around a silver jar of "Silkyz Hair Gel" Tossing it back into the case, Hermione just used a simple black comb and combed the golden locks and tossed it back and closed the case, dropping it with a thud in Draco's trunk.
The two's eyes met in the great hall before they yelled in the strangest match the great hall had ever encountered: "You look like a whore!" Draco Malfoy's body yelled. "Oh yeah? Nerd!" Hermione's bellowed back. "I HATE YOU!" They yelled in unison before turning; both in a huff, back to their respectable tables.
"Well she certainly does look good…" A Gryffindor seventh year pointed out as "Hermione" Passed by. Shooting him with a cold glare, Draco made quite the show, to sit down, placing one foot over the bench, Draco let Hermione's body fall backward, her legs sticking up, her knickers exposed for all to see, finally after checking out what was happening, Ron tentatively extended his hand for Hermione to grasp.
Upright again, "Hermione" said flirtatiously: "Thank you Ronald." Ron's eyes grew as he tried to eat his breakfast. "So, Hogsmeade's coming up, wanna go with me?" A Gryffindor seventh year asked, and Hermione nodded, much to the real Hermione's despair.
"I'll show him." Hermione muttered. Placing Draco's arm around Pansy Parkinson's waist, Hermione began speaking to her. "So Pans, how are things going? I mean you havent talked to your" 'Draco' pouted: "Poor boyfriend all morning." Pansy squealed excitedly and began to chatter incessantly.
"I told you this would be fun!" Dumbledore whispered to McGonagall, who shook her head sadly.
T.B.C