Authors note: okay, here's my replacement chapter five. If you read the old chapter five, let me know how this one compares. But either way, I would greatly appreciate a review ^_^ I know a lot of you liked Blaise/Ginny, don't worry, I think I'll put that back in, in the next chapter.

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Chapter five: The case of the silent treatment

Draco woke up that morning feeling terrible. I'm sick, I haven't felt this bad since I received food poisoning from one of the ignorant house elves. He rolled over and groaned dramatically. Draco always craved attention when he was sick. And he was definitely sick. "There is no way that I can go to class like this!" He said aloud.

I guess I'll have to tell Potter to tell all our professors why I'm not in class. Draco sat up and groaned dramatically again. He did not feel like moving. He forced himself to push aside his curtains and step out of his bed. He was in shock for a moment when he saw that Potter had completely cleaned up all of Blaise's clothes and put them neatly back in his trunk. He was also surprised to see that Potter had already woken up and left, leaving behind a neatly made bed. Potter never wakes up before me, what's he playing at? Did he go down to breakfast alone? Crap, he better not blow his cover!

Draco was so angry, that he completely forgot about being sick and quickly dressed himself to go down to the great hall. When he entered, he looked over to the Slytherin table and was surprised to see Potter in deep conversation with Pansy. Pansy was laughing in a high-pitched, ear-splitting way, and batting her eyelashes. How awkward, she's in flirt mode. Pansy is only supposed to have eyes for me. Draco saw that he wasn't the only one ticked at this turn of events, for Millicent had a scowl on her face and was uncharacteristically not touching any of the food on her plate. Millicent had a crush on Blaise for years, but it must really sting to see her best friend flirting with him.

Pansy, although she wasn't the prettiest girl, she had an amazing body that just about every boy in Slytherin had tried to feel up at some point or another. Although Pansy was a huge flirt, she had class and did not sleep around. Millicent on the other hand, had a body equivalent to that of a rhino and basically jumped in the sack with anyone that would have her(probably due to her low self-esteem). It wasn't hard to pick who was the better candidate between the two. Draco had always prided himself about being the one Pansy pined after, the one she was saving herself for. She seemed a bit tainted now that she was flirting with Potter, given that she thought he was Blaise, Draco was still a bit disgusted.

Draco stomped over there extremely angry, but not sure why since it seemed Potter had not blown his cover. "Blaise! Where were you this morning?" Draco demanded.

"Seriously Blaise, your muscles get bigger and bigger every time I see them," Pansy said, laying a hand on his bicep.

"Well they should, I use wizarding steroids," Potter responded with all seriousness. Luckily Pansy took it as a joke and started up that high-pitched laugh again.

"Blaise, I'm speaking to you!" Draco announced, he hated being ignored. Is he really still mad about what the real Blaise did to him? What a drama queen! Pansy looked up at Draco, obviously believing that he was super jealous of the attention she was giving Potter and began to laugh harder.

Draco was amused to see that Potter looked very uncomfortable in Pansy's clutches and it seemed as if he would rather lick the bottom of Longbottom's shoe, than be there right now. Although it was also obvious that Potter was pointedly ignoring Draco and doing a dreadful job of looking like he was too interested in Pansy to hear him.

If he wants to ignore me, fine, I'll ignore him right back, it'll make things easier. Draco walked over to the other side of the table and plopped next to Vince. Vince was shoveling food down his throat and didn't seem to notice that Draco was there. Draco glanced over at Greg across the table and saw that he was doing the same thing. Wow they are so alike. Potter's got a point, it is quite weird that they don't get along for how similar they are. Draco shrugged to himself, he couldn't even remember what their falling out had been about, but he never had a problem with their feud because they both competed pitilessly for Draco's attention. Which was, according to Draco, how things should be.

When Draco went to reach for a piece of toast, he was shocked to see that Potter was gone and Pansy was now gabbing with Millicent. How had this gotten past Draco? How could Potter think that he could just leave freely like that In Blaise's body? Draco went to storm after him, but then stopped himself. Potter was obviously ignoring him, he would be playing right into his hands if he showed that it bothered him. Forget it, he liked it better when he didn't have to talk to Potter anyway.

It had been nearly three days Since Harry started ignoring Malfoy. They only spoke to each other when it was absolutely necessary. Harry couldn't say whether he completely expected Malfoy to ignore him back. He actually had thought that Malfoy would hate the idea of being ignored since he always had to be the center of attention, but it seemed Malfoy gave as good as he got. Harry wasn't planning on relenting anytime soon, After what Blaise did in the Great Hall, Harry wanted to distance himself as much as possible from Malfoy. He had just gone too far.

Harry wasn't pleased at acting like a first year and giving Malfoy the silent treatment, but he wasn't denying that it had positive results. The two boys got along better than they ever had before. There was no yelling, no fights, no silly revenge kicks like turning peoples hair pink. Everything was almost peaceful. It almost made the switching bodies situation tolerable…. Almost. Although Harry hadn't expected the silent treatment to be effective in any way, he was now enjoying the absence of Malfoy's big mouth. It was so simple, Harry could almost kick himself for not coming up with this idea years ago. He supposed Hermione had a point all those times she would say just ignore him Harry.

It was a little scary to say, but Harry was getting used to his life as Blaise. He hated it of course and he missed his friends like crazy, but it had now become a routine that made his life tolerable. It wasn't easy being Blaise just by sitting at the Slytherin table in the great hall and keeping his mouth shut. He had to try to have an equivalent skill level to him in classes. Blaise was known for being exceptionally good at charms, where Harry was just average. Harry found that he had to study extra hard just so that he could match Blaise's skill level on a bad day.

Blaise also had the same sort of problems with defense against the dark arts because Harry typically excelled at that. Harry found that he had to dumb down his skill level when he attended those classes, which was easy but frustrating to have to hold back.

Harry, Malfoy and Blaise were now looking for a cure any chance that they got, now that classes were taking up a good part of their time. Harry no longer went to the library with Malfoy. The two went during their own spare time when they found a chance. Once Harry and Malfoy had both showed up coincidentally at the same time, so Malfoy ended up leaving.

This silent treatment had turned into a competition. Neither one would be the first to break it, knowing that they would look weak if they did. Harry knew that he could hold out, but Draco, who had to have everyone's attention on him at all times, was sure to break it first.

Harry headed down to Charms class. Charms was actually becoming one of his best subjects since he was studying so much to keep up with Zabini. Harry was running late, so when he got there, the classroom was nearly full. He took a seat next to Millicent, who had Pansy and Malfoy on the other side of her.

The two girls had become increasingly suspicious ever since Harry started ignoring Malfoy. They would ask questions like, "Are you guys fighting?" and "How come you guys aren't talking?" Both of them seemed to agree that Harry and Malfoy were mad at each other, but they just didn't want to talk about it.

Harry made idle conversation with Millicent until class started. It was obvious that Millicent had a thing for Zabini, the way she always gave him "goo goo" eyes when he gave her the slightest acknowledgement.

"For today's lesson, I'd simply like you to get with a partner and continue practicing dancing charms on each other," squeaked out Professor Flitwick. The class had only learned the theort of dancing charms last class, but now they had to actually perform them. Apparently, it was quite difficult to give someone the power to dance like a professional, if they are otherwise incapable of doing so.

Professor Flitwick began to play a Weird Sisters record, as an indication to begin.

Pansy and Malfoy had already partnered up, so that left Millicent as Harry's partner. He considered asking Crabbe or Goyle, because at least they didn't flirt with him. But then he decided he didn't want to be a part of the mistake of making Crabbe or Goyle dance.

"Blaise, can you do the charm on me first so that I can see how it's done? I know that you've probably already mastered it," Millicent said with a giggle. Harry looked over Millicent's heavyset, square body, and realized that he couldn't imagine her dancing in a million years.

"Sure, I'll go first," Harry replied, hoping that he could indeed master this spell. The first time he tried it, all he got from Millicent was a clumsy twirl. The second time she did a half-way decent jig. The third time, Harry was very impressed with how well she was dancing to the music. The fourth time he tried it, Harry had to rub his eyes to make sure he was seeing things right, Millicent was all-out break dancing like a pro.

Harry glanced over at Pansy and Malfoy. Malfoy must have gone first because Pansy was doing similar moves to Millicent. Harry barely noticed them anymore, he had caught Malfoy's eye and the two were staring at each other. They both seemed to be daring the other to break the silence first. Malfoy's eyes were boring into his so intensely, that he could feel tingles going down his back. Malfoy raised an eyebrow and smirked. This threw Harry off. What does he look so smug about?

Harry found out just what he looked so smug about a second later. "Blaise?! Blaise!" Millicent was basically shouting Harry's "name" from right next to him, and Harry had been so caught up with Malfoy that he didn't hear her. Great. Malfoy probably loves that I was so focused on him, that I completely ignored everyone else! Harry realized that this completely defeated the purpose of Harry ignoring him in the first place.

"Er—sorry Millicent, what did you want?" Harry said, tearing his eyes away from Malfoy.

"I said, that the charm has worn off, can I try it on you now?" she was giving him a funny look, that Harry didn't like one bit.

"Yeah, go for it."

Harry had just finished up another fruitless search for a cure, and was headed back to the Slytherin dungeons. Malfoy had been, as expected, too proud to give Harry his socks back (or rather Blaise's socks) but Harry suspected that his feet were becoming immune to the pain because it didn't bother him too much anymore.

Harry said the password, and then took the walk down to 'his dorm.' When Harry opened the door, he was accosted by a flurry of noise. It looked like Theodore had made one of his rare visits to the dorm and was now yelling at Malfoy.

"I know you took it! Only you and Blaise are in this dorm! It had to be one of you, and something tells me that it was you!" Theodore was shouting.

"What would I want with something stupid like that?" Draco drawled

"You were always jealous of everything you don't have! You were after it the minute you saw I had one!" A vein in Theodore's head was now popping out in a rather unnatural way.

"How dare you suggest--!"

"Don't give me the high and mighty speech Malfoy! If you give me my limited edition dragon jade figurine that Daphne's father won in an auction now, then I will consider letting you off easy. "

"I. Don't. have. It." Malfoy retorted. "Why don't you interrogate Greg, or Vince, they're in here all the time." Harry wondered if they had even noticed that he was in the room watching all of this. They had made no acknowledgement to indicate that they had.

Theodore eyed Malfoy suspiciously. "Fine! I'll go talk to them, but I am not finished with you!" Theodore then made pointedly dramatic exit. He stomped out with his robes billowing out after him and slammed the door shut behind.

"That was close." Malfoy said to himself, looking away and making it apparent that he was not going to be the first the break the silent game that they both built up. Malfoy then walked over to his trunk and began tearing through it. Harry was quite alarmed by this, because he was doing the very thing that drove him to stealing Harry's socks.

Harry had no intention of breaking the silent game either, but he was very curious as to what Malfoy was playing at.

"Ah! Gotcha!" Malfoy exclaimed, pulling something out of his trunk. It was Theodore's dragon figurine.

Harry saw red. He didn't care that he would be breaking the silent game, he didn't care if Zabini was expelled.

Harry walked up to Malfoy and punched him right in the face, catching him completely off guard. "You are the shittiest, most worthless piece of scum I ever laid eyes on! How could you just lie to your friend like that?!" Harry didn't know why this, of all the things Malfoy did bothered him so much, but he just couldn't stop hitting him.