I Hate Loving You
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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns HP. I own the plot, and obviously my typed/written words. AND THE CONCEPT OF HIPPIE SOCKS! OFF! *snatches away socks while feeble readers try to reach, exhausted* I also own Harry's mysterious girl...*cackle* *imitates movie preview* I'll never teeeeellll...
WARNING: In this chapter, everyone fights...and kisses. Except not the people you want to.
Summary: A love potion goes wrong. Ginny does the unthinkable. Draco turns into ...Harry? Someone professes undying love. And oh, what couldn't be a G/D classic without hippie socks?
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"What the hell was that scene you did, Potter?" Malfoy growled once they were alone and out of sight of the many onlookers of breakfast. Harry shoved away Draco's hand that was clutching onto his shirt.
"I am sorry okay? I just forgot..." Harry said, looking around, his cheeks turning red, running a hand through his silver, yes, silver hair.
"How could you just forget that you were me? I mean seriously!" he exclaimed.
"Let's just forget about it, alright? By the way, I had to bribe one of the Slytherins to give me the freaking password. You gave me the wrong one!" he glared at him ferociously.
"Yes, well, it's obvious 'tee-hee' isn't going to be the Slytherin common room password, you dumbass..."
Someone cleared their throat behind them. They both turned their heads and saw Ron, who had his hands folded over his chest.
"Malfoy, don't you have anything better to do than bother Harry?" Ron threw Harry a furious look, as he thought Harry was Draco.
Before anybody could say anything, something jumped behind Ron and wrapped her arms around him. It was Hermione. Ron's ears turned several bright shades of pink
"You got away from me, you widdle Weasel, you!" Hermione cooed, her small kisses lingering on his neck and into his cheeks, and every piece of skin she touched, it turned red under pressure.
"Err...what the hell?!" Harry yelled. Draco stepped on his foot, and he yelped aloud. Ron gave him a suspicious look.
"Oh, so Granger and Weasel are going out, are they?" Harry snarled in a perfect Draco imitation.
"Oh, don't mind him, widdle baby," Hermione whispered. "I'll take good care of you!" she squealed, and pressed herself against his back.
"I love you," she sighed contently, and wrapped around him still, her head rolled off into his neck.
"Hermione, get off!" Ron said, trying to push her away, but with no avail did she relent.
"Hi, Harry," chirped a hopeful voice behind them. It was Ginny, smiling at Draco timidly, her eyes sparkling.
"Hi," both Draco and Harry answered. Ginny looked at them, puzzlement washing over their face. Draco kicked Harry in the shins.
"Err...hi?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at Harry. "Why are you talking to me after all these years, Malfoy?" she retorted snappishly.
"Mal- what? Oh, right, I am Malfoy, heh, heh," Harry said, blinking a bit, then straightened his composure, smirking at her in a very Malfoy-ish way.
"Hello, tiny Weasel," Harry drawled, looking at her suggestively.
Draco choked. Ginny snorted.
"Tiny Weasel? Are you on crack, Malfoy?"
"Maybe I am," Harry said in a seductive voice, then realized what he just said, and quickly shook himself. "Oh...no, of course not...drugs are wron-..."
Draco gave Harry a very noticeable nudge. Harry blinked again.
"Drugs are ...great."
"Hey, Malfoy!" a female voice called. "Hey, Crabbe and Goyle are looking for you...oh, were you teasing the Gryffs again?"
Hermione, Ron, Draco and Ginny all stared as Harry flushed a bright red, his gaze fixated upon a petite, slim girl that had long, wavy brown hair up to her shoulders, bright blue eyes, and long legs.
"H-h-h-h-h-h..." Harry stammered. It was obviously the girl he was after.
"He means hi," Draco assisted sarcastically.
The girl gave him a cold look. "I didn't ask you, Potter, so fuck off."
"Hey! You watch you're mouth! That's my boyfriend you're talking to!" Ginny interrupted, a look of anger on her face as she patted Draco's back affectionately.
"Girlfriend?!" Draco sputtered. "But...Weas-"
"After all, my boyfriend's better than that slimy git you appear to like," Ginny said, satisfied, throwing a look at Harry (who, she thought was Draco), who looked back at her, dumbfounded.
"What're you going to do, Gryff? Tiny little girl like you could get very, very hurt when dealing with me," the girl said slyly, raising a challenging eyebrow at her.
"Look who's talking," Ginny shot back, smirking.
Draco gaped at her, awestruck.
"Alright, Gryff, show me what you got," the girl said, smiling at her, raising her fists menacingly.
Her eyes widened; obviously the redheaded girl hadn't thought this was serious. She glanced at Draco, gulped audibly, then shook herself.
"Fine...go ahead."
"NO! WAIT!" both Harry and Draco bellowed, but the girls had already pounced on each other, tumbling to the floor.
Harry and Draco both tried to separate them, as the girl was obviously pounding Ginny to death, but then Ginny cried out, "Harry, give me your hippie sock!"
Harry and Draco both said, "WHAT!?"
"Just give me!"
Draco took off his shoe, and threw her the sock. She caught it in midair just as the girl went on top of her scratching her face.
"ARGH!" Ginny shrieked, and threw the girl off of her, and started promptly smacking her with the sock.
Of course, this was when Draco tried to get them separated, and Ron tried to aid help to his sister, where Harry tried to help his girl, and Hermione clung onto Ron, that they all went on top of each other, and there was clawing, spitting, and everyone got smacked by the sock at least once before Draco got it back.
And in the middle of, this is where half of the school found them in the hallway on their way to class when breakfast was dismissed, including Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.
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"Fifty points off of Gryffindor for each person!" Professor McGonagall barked. She glanced quickly at Snape, who looked rather stern but reluctant.
"Oh, alright. Fifty points from Slytherin for both of you," he nodded disdainfully at Harry (who he thought was Malfoy) and the girl. But he gave them both a look that clearly said 'don't worry, I'll add on later'.
"And detention!"
"Yes, eh...detention," Snape repeated blankly.
"For everyone! Detention, at nine o'clock tonight!"
"Professor - Qudditch..."
"Professor - no, the studies, exams due Tuesday..."
"Professor - sleep..."
"Professor - food..."
the protests cried out loud.
"No arguing! Nine o'clock at my classroom, and you will all be in pairs to work...no manners, fighting in the hallway! I've never seen such chaos!"
"Yes, yes," Professor Snape echoed dully.
"And you will order a tasteful civilest toward inter-houses. AND, no more fighting...is that clear?! Do I make myself CLEAR?!"
"Yes, Professor McGonagall," the students chorused.
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"I wanted to be with Ron," Hermione said, sighing. Apparently she had calmed off, since she had detention, and the love potion was slowly wearing off. She leaned forward, cleaning the table with concentration. The look on her face reminded him of Ginny when she and him had their first argument...he shook himself. Not Ginny, it's Hermione...
"Oh, thanks for the appreciation," Draco snapped, reacting the way Harry would've acted, but even more furious.
"You know I like working you too, Harry...I don't know what's gotten over me...one moment I am completely into my schoolwork and the next moment I am practically salivating over Ron! What's wrong with me, really?"
Draco bit his tongue from making a snide remark, glancing at her. She was quite pretty really, her hair bushier than Ginny's, but still brushed, her brown eyes wide, her nice-sized nose, her well figure.
"What is it?" Hermione breathed, suddenly noticing that he was looking at her intently. Hermione's eyes reminded him faintly of Ginny.
"Why do you like Weasley so much?" he blurted out. "Why not...why not me?"
"What?" she exclaimed, aghast.
Make your move, Draco, come on, come on, you only have a couple more days...come on...he gathered and mustered up all his strength, and leaned forward, clutching Hermione by the shoulders, and covering his mouth with hers.
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"I hate detention," Ron mumbled.
The girl rolled her eyes. "You damn Gryffs. Noble and all that shit. Haven't you ever had detention before?"
"Of course I have!"
"Right. Can't you even help me with this damn cabinet?"
He murmured something inaudible.
"What?"
"I said - I can't reach."
She laughed, her cheeks flushed. "Oh - you were serious. Alright then, lift me up."
"What?" he said blankly.
"Lift me up, reddy."
"Don't call me reddy. Or teddy."
"Just lift me up, will you? There you go..." She placed her foot on the hand he was offering her, and he lifted her up with struggle, his arms protectively around her waist.
"I can't see much! AHHHH!" she screamed, and fell backwards as he caught her in his arms.
"What? What is it?" Ron said frantically. She tilted her head, her brown hair tickling his face.
"Ummm..." she seemed extremely embarrassed. "Sorry...it was a spider...I am quite afraid of them."
"You're afraid of spiders?"
"Hey! You would be too if your older sibling turned your..."
"Teddy bear into a spider..." Ron finished for her. Their eyes bored into each other...and their lips moved closer...
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"I hate closets," Ginny pouted.
"Yeah...well..."
"And I hate you too," she said, a look of pure loathing upon her face as she looked at Harry (who she thought was Draco).
"Yeah, well the feeling's mutual," Harry forced himself to say. He was tired of being Malfoy - he hadn't even gotten paired up with the girl he wanted to, and now a girl that had crushed after him for a couple of years was being very rude towards him!
"Good," Ginny nodded. She cleaned the back of the closet with her sponge, her backside swaying...Harry blinked, then looked away.
Concentrate, concentrate. This is detention. The sooner you get out of here, the sooner you can talk to ...
His thought was interrupted by a hand waving over his face.
"Eh, Malfoy! You there?" Ginny asked.
"Err...yes."
"What's up with everyone these days? You're not even insulting me!"
"Do you want me to insult you?"
"No, of course not. But ..." she trailed off, looking at Draco with furrowed eyebrows. "Maaalfoy??" she said curiously.
"Yeah?"
She studied his features - she had never noticed how handsome he looked without his hair slicked back, his gray eyes darting back and forth. He had quite a nice body underneath those clothes also...
Then a thought occurred to her...it was a wild thought, but she knew she had to do it on impulse, without a second thought. Pushing away her nerves, she clutched him by the chin and placed her lips on his. Before he even returned it, she pulled away, triumph in her eyes.
"I KNEW it!" she shrieked. She pushed him against the wall.
"Who the hell are you fooling, Harry?!"
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Yew...long chapter. For me, anyways. I bet everyone cured their insomnia while reading this *apologetic grin*. Anyways, Ginny's figured it out! Hippie sock strikes again and hurts everyone! And everyone got to kiss...my favorite pairing in this chapter was Ron and the girl...they're so PERFECT for each other...ah, spiders *sigh*...and NONE of you will steal that plotline about the spiders *glares*. So don't even think it! Sorry about the lack of G/D romance, I promise they'll kiss, don't worry.
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