Harry woke up in Draco's arms. He smiled, his eyes not wanting to open. His lover felt very warm and wonderful, so he snuggled in closer.

Draco stirred at the movement. "Morning," Draco muttered, pulling Harry closer to him and began stroking his hair.

"Did you sleep well?" Harry asked, stubbornly keeping his eyes closed. It was bright outside and he could feel the sun shining through the curtains of his four poster.

Draco smiled and looked up at the ceiling. "I could get used to this. Come here."

Harry crept up Draco's chest and shared a chaste kiss. Harry leaned into his lover and sighed. At the same time, both of them opened their eyes to look at the other.

Harry was the first to cry out, for he was looking at Draco's face. It was REALLY Draco's face. That gorgeous blonde hair, that amazingly chiseled jawline, those narrow eyebrows, they were on DRACO. Harry felt his ruffled brown hair in excitement, touching even his scar.

"Am I…are you…" Draco asked in amazement.

"Yes!" Harry exclaimed. He stood up in celebration and began dancing in the middle of the room.

Unfortunately, he forgot that he slept in a room with four other boys and that he was naked.

Dean threw a pillow at him. "Honestly Harry, you don't have to rub it in our faces that you're getting laid and we aren't."

Harry made a face at Dean as he dove to his trunk to find some pants.

"Sod off, Thomas," Draco muttered, wincing at the light. "Do you bloody Gryffindors really open up those curtains every morning? Because if so, Potter, you will be joining me in the dungeons every night."

Ron stuffed his ears with his fingers and rolled over. "'S too early to hear this!" he cried.

Harry couldn't stop touching his body. The body he had worshipped while Draco was in now just felt like his. He turned to grin at Draco as he put on some pants. Draco, of course, was smirking at him.

"You know, Draco, a little sun would do your skin well-" Harry started.

"What, and get freckles all over me? I have no interest in looking like a Weasley," Draco fixed a furious gaze on Harry.

"Will you two shut up? I'm trying to sleep!" Seamus said grumpily through his pillow.

"Sorry," Harry said, unable to remove the foolish smile off his face. He threw on a shirt and looked at Draco. "Are you planning on going downstairs looking like that?"

Draco looked down at himself. "I am rather blonde and fabulous, aren't I?"

"Oh shut up," Harry retorted and tossed his clothes at him. Draco slipped into his pants and robes and they exited the room, arguing about the sun and its benefits.

"I thought they'd never leave," Neville moaned from the corner.

Harry and Draco celebrated all the way down to breakfast in the Great hall. Harry had never seen Draco so happy. He kept touching his chest, then looking down at his hands. Harry was obviously happy to be back in his body, but the joy he felt when he and Draco looked in each other's eyes was far greater. Even though they had only been together a few days, harry knew this was the start of something great.

Draco sat in his now usual spot at the Gryffindor table and next to Harry and took a bite out of an apple sitting on Hermione's plate.

Hermione raised an eyebrow at Draco and said brightly, "Morning, Harry."

Harry and Draco exchanged grins and Draco shook his head. "Actually, Granger, that is Harry," he answered, pointing at Harry.

Hermione's shriek echoed through the whole Hall. Silence passed over all of the other tables as Hermione ran around the incredibly long table to give Harry and Draco an incredibly uncomfortable embrace.

"I knew you'd do it! How did you do it? Did you try some of those incantations I recommended yesterday?"

"What incantations?" Draco asked, pushing Hermione off of him as nicely as he could.

"Oh right, you two were so wrapped up in each other by that point that you had no idea what I was saying," she answered resentfully.

Harry looked down sheepishly, then looked back up. "Well, we actually woke up like this."

"So you don't know what happened? You don't know if someone changed you back or if you were affected by the Ritchsew Effect?"

"No, I guess not," Harry answered.

"Oh, but you should still go see Professor Dumbledore. This could still be very bad!" Hermione said warningly.

"I don't think-"

"Draco, we really should. Dumbledore might be able to tell us what happened," Harry interrupted.

"Bollocks. Fine," Draco answered. "But you OWE me tonight."

"I hope I do," Harry answered, drawing Draco into a kiss.

"So you see, Professor Dumbledore, we, um, woke up back in our normal bodies this morning."

Draco rolled his eyes while the old man twinkled away. Why they were even bothering with this, he had no idea.

"Well Harry, Draco, I believe that you two were part of the rare Ritchsew Effect," Dumbledore concluded after several minutes of silence, which included more eye rolling, an anxious Harry, and more twinkling from Dumbledore.

"Great, so what does that mean exactly?" Draco asked, his patience wearing thin with the two Gryffindors in the room.

"What it means, Mr. Malfoy, is that at some point last week, you and Harry shared a mental connection and had the exact same thoughts at the same time. Then, last night, you had a similar experience and switched back."

"Okay, so why doesn't that happen more often? Granger said that it only happens once or twice a century."

"And she is quite right. The Ritchsew Effect works only on a set number of people, and there are certain – compatibility – factors that work with that. It is incredibly rare to have two people in the same vicinity who are compatible enough with each other to be able to switch bodies. Tell me boys, what was it you were thinking about a week ago before you went to bed?"

Draco and Harry looked at each other questioningly. Draco knew what he was thinking about when he went to bed, but he didn't particularly love the idea of sharing that with his boyfriend, nor the Headmaster.

Harry frowned. What he had been thinking about before bed that night was not something he wanted to tell the two men in the room.

Dumbledore gave a knowing smile and said, "Very well boys. You may leave. I do not believe that any lasting damage has been done."

"Thank you Professor," Harry said, held out his hand for Draco to rise with him, and they walked out.

"So what were you thinking about?" Draco muttered to Harry after they climbed down the staircase to Dumbledore's office.

"Well, you should already know what I was thinking, because you were thinking the same thing," Harry hissed back.

"A valid point," Draco responded as they walked down the corridor, hand in hand. "What about last night? I know what I was thinking, but it would be nice to hear you say it."

Harry smiled at his boyfriend. "I was thinking about you. And, well, how nice it was to have someone who understands me. I was thinking about how new our relationship is, yet-"

"It feels like we've been together for ages." Draco finished.

"Exactly," Harry agreed.

They walked in silence for several moments.

"At least it's over, right?" Harry asked.

"Indeed. It's finally over."

Seven days earlier…

"Harry, would you like to –" Caravel started asking as they walked down the corridor to the Gryffindor Tower.

Harry looked up at his handsome crush. "Yes."

"You don't even know what I was going to say," smiled Caravel.

"I do, and you don't have to ask. You should know by now how I feel," Harry said slyly.

"Well, in that case…" Caravel stopped in front of Harry and began leaning in closer to the brunette.

"Oh look, two Gryffindors out past curfew. And neither of you are prefects. How sad. I guess this means 10 points from Gryffindor. Each," drawled Draco, sneering at the two.

"Oh look, a pathetic Slytherin who was given a sad, stupid badge, and is using it to feel more powerful," Harry shot back.

"Harsh words coming from The Boy Who Lived," smirked Draco. "It's about time Potter stepped up to play."

"You know what else?" Harry asked.

"What?" Draco asked back, fixing his grey eyes into Harry's green ones.

"Your new haircut. Is. Stupid," Harry said nastily.

Caravel let out a snicker. "Is that the best you could do Harry?" he asked quietly.

"Just wait," Harry said calmly.

Draco pursed his lips and glowered at the two Gryffindors. "You'll pay for that one, Potter," he said as he turned crimson.

"Will I?" Harry taunted Draco and turned to leave. "Come on, Sam. Let's go."

After Harry said goodnight to Caravel, unable to recreate that moment before Draco had interrupted, and brushed his teeth, he climbed into bed. Where did Malfoy get off, walking around like he owned the place? His father was in prison, and sure, he was helping the Order, but that was only because he was terrified of what might happen without protection from someone. And his haircut WAS stupid. It didn't even make sense. It was all flipped on one side and messed in the back. At least HIS hair was natural.

Was he really comparing his hairstyle with Draco Malfoy? Harry asked himself with a bit of shock. When did Malfoy suddenly become nighttime thinking material?

For six years, you idiot, he answered himself. He was furious at Malfoy. The stupid blonde had been an irritating mosquito buzzing around his ear for six years. What. A. Ponce, he thought angrily as he rolled over to go to sleep. What. A. Ponce.

Potter can't make fun of my haircut. So what if my normal beautician wasn't there and I had to settle for Joleen? Draco thought, hitting his pillow.

He would show Potter. Next Hogsmeade trip, he would go buy some new product and get even better hair than he already had.

Draco scowled at the wall. His hair was wonderful. He had been asked to model before. I'll bet Potter didn't know that, Draco smiled in self-satisfaction. Yes, Potter was just an idiot. And what did HE know about hair? Look at that ratty mess he walks around with every day.

What. A. Ponce, Draco thought as he rolled over to fall asleep.

At those words, Draco began to shine a strange green color. He failed to notice, as he was already drifting off to sleep, trying to forget about Harry's hair comment.

THE END

I hope the Ritchsew Effect made sense, as did the flashback. I know, hair, right? Our boys are so petty sometimes.

So I originally intended for this fic to be over well before December, but that just goes to show how lazy I am. Thanks so much for the kind words for this fic, and I hope you check out some of my other stuff. I am currently working on two other Drarry fics, as well as a Snarry fic (if you're into that). I am looking for a beta, so if you are interested, please send me a message.