Disclaimer:If I owned Harry Potter and/or Draco Malfoy, I would not be wasting my time writing about their love affairs. I would be watching.

Summary: It's 5thyear and Potter's finally fallen from his pedestal. Draco thinks it's the best thing that's ever happened to him. But when a Potions mishap puts Draco in Potter's place, is he able to handle it?

Warning: Umbridge hatred (though I think everyone likes that); strong language; Seamus Finnegan bashing; BOY-ON-BOY: this is a DracoXHarry fanfiction. If you don't like it, DON'T READ IT. There willbe mature scenes (sex, masturbation. Not hard to understand that 15 year old boys get horny). IT'S RATED M FOR A REASON. That is all. And yes, this was inspired by Freaky Friday (the BOOK, not the movie. Movie SUCKED and followed nearly nothing from the book).

This is set during the fifth book.

Twists, Turns and Takeovers

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Longbottom was right. The day did not go well for Draco at all. He had been woken abruptly after what seemed like only mere minutes by Weasley and dragged down to the Great Hall for a breakfast that he really didn't want. When they entered the Hall, the first thing Draco saw was Angelina Johnson shouting bloody murder at a trembling Longbottom.

Draco bristled. Oh, shit, was the only thing that went through his head as Johnson turned her head, locked her sights on him and Weasley and headed over.

"What did you do?" she roared, braids swinging viciously around her head as she practically shook with rage. "You sodding idiot! First all the detentions with Umbridge, now this? This is an important game, Potter! You would have never pulled this bullshit with Oliver, you son of a bitch! I should throw you off the bloody team for all the goddamn grief you give me!" The horrible girl looked ready to kill. Draco saw the Weasley twins whispering quietly to each other, sending fearful glances toward the angry Captain from their perch further down the Gryffindor table. One of them mouthed the words We tried to Draco. Draco appreciated the effort but, obviously, they had failed miserably to calm the scorned woman. Draco had the feeling that before Longbottom had entered the Great Hall, the redheads had been the focal point of Johnson's anger.

"This isn't my fault!" Draco protested. He held up his arm as both a shield and an excuse. "My arm's broken!"

"So have Madame Pomfrey fix it." Johnson snarled. She looked, and sounded, all the world like a dark-skinned banshee.

"Ten points from Gryffindor!" McGonagall's sharp voice cut in as she walked up to them briskly from the Head Table. "Miss Johnson! No one, especially not myself, wants to listen to a shouting match first thing in the morning! What on earth are you so upset about that this conversation could not wait until you were in a more private place?"

"Potter can't play Saturday!" Johnson raged, pointing an accusing finger at Draco as if he were the reason for everything wrong with her life. If Draco didn't know any better, he'd have said that Johnson sounded dangerously close to either hexing his bits off, or crying.

McGonagall's eyebrows from a sharp V on her forehead as her cat-like eyes locked in on Draco. "Mr. Potter, if you've landed yourself in another detention, so help me -"

"No, Professor, I haven't!" Draco said quickly. He'd never admit it to anyone, but Professor McGonagall was one of the few teachers who actually scared him when she was angry. He held up his encased right arm. "My arm's broken."

"And how did this happen?" McGonagall was about as calm as an angry dragon. And about as safe as one, too.

"Neville's cauldron exploded in Potions yesterday, ma'am." Weasley cut in, saving Draco's skin. "Harry got blown back and broke his arm on the desk or floor or something."

"Then why hasn't Madame Pomfrey mended it? Broken bones are a matter of seconds for her." McGonagall demanded sharply. Johnson nodded fiercely in agreement and folded her arms. Draco had the feeling that if his answer wasn't completely satisfactory he was going to get hit, and hit hard. He thought that might hurt rather badly.

"She said the Inquisitor said she couldn't." Draco said meekly. He edged slightly behind Weasley, only to bump into someone. A shock of bushy hair came into his vision, and Granger gave him a smile as she grasped his hand reassuringly. Surprisingly, Draco actually felt better with someone standing next to him.

McGonagall narrowed her eyes. "Did she, now?" she murmured. "Never mind that. She does not have the authority, even if she thinks she does. Come along, Potter, we'll go to the infirmary together and I'll explain to Poppy exactly what she should tell our High Inquisitor the next time she orders the blatant refusal of proper medical treatment for any student."

McGonagall swept out of the hall, and Draco followed morosely. It wasn't even nine A.M., and already Draco just wanted to curl up in a ball under Potter's covers and hide from the world. McGonagall walked quickly, looking murderous and barking at any student who had the misfortune of getting in her line of vision. Draco had to jog to keep up with the angry matriarch.

Once at the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomfrey healed Draco's arm with a quick spell after a heated whispered discussion with McGonagall.

"I don't want to see you Saturday." she warned cheerfully. Draco, however, was able to catch the true warning. It was odd to be cared for in a friendly manner by the mediwitch. Normally she fixed whatever was wrong and sent you on your way with a stern farewell. But she treated Potter as if he were her grandson, or a favourite nephew.

"I shall have a talk with our Inquisitor." McGonagall said coldly. "She, and the Ministry, had no right to refuse medical treatment to a student."

"I'll tell you the medical attention I'd like to give her." Madame Pomfrey grumbled. She flicked her wand and Draco's cast disappeared. He moved his arm cautiously, and gave the nurse a grateful smile.

"Thank you, ma'am." he said graciously. "Now maybe my Captain won't yell at me again."

Madame Pomfrey smiled. "Good luck, dear. I do hope Miss Johnson didn't reprimand you too harshly."

Draco grimaced. "She called me a son of a, er…well, the son of a dog, and then threatened to kick me off the team."

Madame Pomfrey chuckled. "She'd never ban you from the team, dearie. You're too good a player!"

Draco felt Potter's face colour with the compliment. Apparently, Potter's body flushed easily, regardless of whether or not Draco would have blushed in a situation.

"Mr. Potter," McGonagall began as she escorted Draco back down to the Great Hall. "I know you have been…temperamental as of late. I think everyone in the castle understands that fact." She looked at Draco sternly over her glasses. "Do us all a favor and do not lose your temper today in her class! We cannot afford to lose any more House points, nor can you afford to gain another set of detentions."

Draco fought the temptation to sneer at her, succeeding only when he reminded himself that Potter only sneered at him. "Yes, Professor."

McGonagall's face lost its edge. "I know this is hard for you." she said gently, placing her hands on Draco's shoulders. "I can only imagine what you're going through. And I cannot say that I blame you for being short-tempered, or for wanting to simply scream in the middle of that wretched woman's class. But, as I've heard Muggles are fond of saying, what doesn't kill you, simply makes you stronger."

They arrived outside the Great Hall. "Now go eat," she said, pushing Draco towards the door. "I won't have you passing out in my class again."

The day was hell for Draco. He couldn't walk down a hall without being tripped, shoved, or hexed. Granger was always quick with her wand and Weasley with his fists, but that never deterred Potter's - now Draco's - tormentors. His bag was split, his quills snapped, robes were torn and he was hit several times with well-aimed Stinging Hexes. By the time lunch came around, Draco was ready to just hand Potter's body over to the Dark Lord and be done with it.

"The day hasn't gone so bad." Granger remarked as Draco sat down heavily.

"Are you kidding me?" Draco snarled. "I've been attacked left and right!"

"No one's tried anything worse than a Stinging Hex." she pointed out. "And you haven't gotten into a fight with anyone yet. That's a rather good day, wouldn't you say? Last week you ended up in the Hospital Wing because of that group of Ravenclaws."

"But we've got Potions and Defense after lunch." Weasley said wearily. "Good luck, mate."

Granger sighed. "Well so long as Harry doesn't scream at Umbridge," she gave Draco a pointed look. "And so long as he doesn't pair up with Neville or blow up his cauldron, he should be able to make it through the day without getting detention. Oh, that reminds me - don't forget that tomorrow night you have detention with Snape."

"For what?" Draco frowned. What the hell had Potter done?

Weasley, who had piled his plate high with food and was heartily digging in, answered through a full mouth of mashed potatoes. "For yesterday, duh."

"But I didn't make the cauldron explode!"

Weasley snorted. "No, but you should have 'had even the most minute inkling that pairing with Longbottom was complete idiocy, so therefore taking the responsibility of making sure the buffoon didn't screw up.'" He recited, making air quotes with his fingers.

"That's not fair." Draco grumbled.

Granger rolled her eyes. "When is Snape ever fair to you?" She began putting food on his plate, piling it up much higher than Draco had wanted. "Eat, Harry. We're going to have a late night tonight."

"What? Why? Do I have detention again?" If Draco was going to have to spend every night in detention, he was going to get hostile.

Granger looked around, her gaze darting from teacher to teacher. She leaned across the table. "No," she said quietly. "Did you forget about our DA meeting? Really, Harry, you need to get your mind and priorities in order!"

Weasley grinned, cheeks bulging. He said something Draco couldn't understand for the life of him.

"What?"

He swallowed. "I said, it's gonna be fun tonight! I've always wanted to stun someone."

What on earth was he talking about?

"Ron, hush!" From Weasley's yelp of pain, Draco deduced that Granger had kicked him under the table. "We don't need to talk about it!"

Draco ate as much as he could, and tried to tune out the Gryffindors. He snuck glances over to the Slytherin table, blood boiling as he watched his body laughing with Blaise and Pansy as if nothing was wrong.

What am I going to do? he never took his eyes off Malfoy. The blonde looked over and caught Draco's gaze. Malfoy smirked maliciously, and gave him the finger. Draco sneered in return, and saw a flicker of amusement dance through his - Malfoy's - grey eyes.

Potions, surprisingly, went without too much trouble. Snape took a total of twenty-five points from Gryffindor because of trivial things that no other teacher would have taken points off for. Weasley graciously allowed him to pair up with Granger, and the redhead braced himself to be paired with a very green Longbottom. Draco thought it was very kind, not to mention very brave, of him. And also very stupid.

Granger was rather good at Potions, though not as good as Draco. But Draco allowed her to take control because Potter was complete pants at Potions. He stood by quietly, doing whatever instructions Granger barked at him. Once, though, he impressed her.

As she was about to add a Turntwig root, Draco grabber her wrist.

"What are you doing?" Granger asked, bewildered as she was broken from her trance.

"You had to add the bat wings first." Draco motioned to the instructions on the board.

"I already did -"

"No, the potion would be blue if you did. It's still clear." Draco tried not to sound too impatient.

Granger frowned, but checked the potion. Her eyes widened as she realized her mistake. "Oh! Good catch, Harry!" she beamed at him the way a teacher would at a student who finally started showing his potential. "That would have had some very nasty consequences if you hadn't caught me."

"My, my, my. What have we here?" Draco turned with a jump and found himself face-to-face with Snape. The man's arms were crossed, his eyes narrowed and he looked down at Draco with a loathing Draco had never seen before in the eyes of his favourite teacher. "It seems you've been studying, Potter."

"I have, sir." Draco said boldly.

Snape's eyes flashed dangerously. He stalked off without saying another word. Draco felt a thrill of satisfaction before Granger smacked him upside the head.

"Hey!"

"You're lucky he didn't deduct points for being a smartass." she scolded. "Now chop these worms into quarter-inch pieces, and for the love of Merlin, don't make them uneven again!"

But unpleasant as Potions and the rest of the day were, nothing could compare to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Wands away!" Umbridge sang out, tapping her wand smartly on a desk to prove her point. "Take out your books, and read chapter eight. There will be no need to talk."

Draco took out the book, mentally groaning. He had already read chapter eight, the entire class did. He hated when she made them re-read material, especially when they had all read it in class last lesson. He sat between Weasley and Granger, as he did in all of their classes together. They served as a barrier, and Draco found them comforting, to his displeasure. He also found that they weren't the worst people to be around when everyone else in the bloody world was hell bent on giving Potter a new scar.

Granger took her book out and placed it on her desk, but kept it closed and raised her hand. Draco groaned, out loud this time. Here came another detention and a large loss of points.

Umbridge ignored the girl at first, but after ten minutes Granger still hadn't put her hand down. She was nothing if not persistent.

"Yes, Miss Granger?" Umbridge sounded as if she had only just seen the unwavering hand.

"We've already read chapter eight." Granger said matter-of-factly. "Last week." There was something ugly and sarcastic to her tone, even though she was perfectly polite. "I believe you said that we would be reading chapter nine today, after we reviewed chapter eight."

Umbridge gave her a smile that chilled Draco down to the bones. "Well, Miss Granger, I feel that the class must reread the chapter in order to truly understand it. Not everyone is so much of a brownnosing little know it all that they take it upon themselves to show up the entire class."

Granger flushed an angry, blotchy red and looked down at her book. Draco was surprised to find himself angry when he saw the film of tears that were gathering in her eyes. Weasley's quill snapped between his fingers as he glared at the pink toad.

"You can't talk to Hermione like that." he snarled.

Umbridge turned her scary smile to him. "Five points from Gryffindor for speaking out of turn. Mr. Weasley, control yourself."

"You can't just go around insulting students!" Weasley stood up, brilliantly red from the neck up. "Calling Hermione a brownnoser, and Harry a liar -"

"Mr. Potter has brought his dangerous lies to my school and is frightening the entire Wizarding World with them!" Umbridge said shrilly. "I will not tolerate it!"

"You don't have to. It's not your school." Weasley said smugly. The classroom was silent. "It's Dumbledore's."

Draco hadn't thought a person could literally turn that shade of purple. "Detention, Mr. Weasley!" she shrieked. "My office, tonight at eight! Now sit down, and do your work!"

Face burning, yet with an odd look of satisfaction on his face, Weasley sat back down. Umbridge looked around the room, before her eyes landed on Draco. "I will have order." she said breathlessly. "Now, all of you - read your chapter."

Draco stared at the pages of his book, but he found himself rereading the same line over and over again. He couldn't concentrate, and it took him a while to figure out that it was because he was angry. How dare she talk to Granger like that when Granger was in the right? It was rude and unprofessional, and it was just plain mean.

He looked over to Granger, and wasn't surprised to see her quietly reading the chapter, looking pitiful and defeated as a kicked puppy. Draco felt a pang of guilt. She, Longbottom, and the Weasleys were the only ones so far in the entire bloody school who were even remotely kind to him at all. It wasn't fair to see her injured because of him - well, Potter.

Before he could realize what he was doing, he slipped his hand under the desk and grasped hers. She looked up from her book, and Draco tried his reassuring smile again. Granger smiled back, and squeezed his hand back thankfully. Her smile was much more reassuring than his, and it felt almost as if she was trying to tell Potter that everything would be okay. As he turned back to his book to reread the words he had already read three times, Draco couldn't help but wonder what Potter had done to deserve such loyal friends.

"Foul, evil, horrible cow!" Weasley fumed as soon as they entered the common room after their last class. "She has no right, no right - I swear, if I could get away with it -"

"Ron, calm down." Granger said tiredly. "It's not the worst thing she's called me, and it won't be the last. There's no use getting upset over it."

"She shouldn't have said anything." Draco commented dryly. Trying to be Potter wasn't all that hard, especially since Granger and Weasley bickered far too often for them to notice if anything was wrong. As long as he stayed quiet and commented once or twice about how Snape was horrible and Umbridge was evil, it was enough to placate them. He hadn't realized that Potter was so quiet around his friends.

"Even if it was true?" Finnegan shoved past Draco, smirking.

"Watch your mouth!" Weasley roared, whipping his wand out. "I'm a prefect, you arsewipe, I'll make your life hell!"

"Better than her making my life hell." Finnegan laughed cruelly. "She'd try to shove stupid rubbish about house-elves down my throat the whole bloody time -"

He never finished his sentence. Granger's palm caught him across the face, and his head snapped to the side with an audible crack. Her hand left a bright red mark on his cheek, each finger perfectly distinguishable. The noisy common room fell silent, and the Gryffindors all watched the scene with wide eyes.

"I have to put up with her bullshit." Granger said quietly. Draco raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had never heard Granger curse before, not even when she punched him third year. "But I will not put up with yours. I haven't done a single fucking thing to you, and I don't deserve to be treated as such, you depraved piece of shit!"

"You're his little sidekick." Finnegan glared at Draco, holding his cheek. "You deserve what's coming for spreading his lies -"

"And how do you know they're lies?" Granger challenged.

"The Prophet says -"

Granger laughed maliciously. "You mean the same Prophet that last year said Harry and I had a forbidden love affair? The one you denounced as the biggest pile of bullshit you've ever read?"

Finnegan flushed angrily to match the mark on his (now swelling) cheek. "The Ministry even says he's lying!"

"The same Ministry that sent us that stupid bitch we have to call a teacher!" Granger's eyes flashed dangerously. With the bags under her eyes, the way her hair was falling out of place and frizzing like an unkempt broom, and the angry, malicious gleam in her eyes, she looked absolutely terrifying. "I know you can't possibly like her any more than we do! For Merlin's sake, Seamus, use some common sense!"

Finnegan scowled at her. "And why should we believe some fag who can't stand up for himself?"

A collective gasp went around the room. Draco felt a surge of hate, and the next thing he knew, Finnegan was on the ground, straddled by a shock of red hair that seemed intent on melding his face with the floor.

Weasley let this go on for a few minutes before he and his older brothers set out to remove their sister from the Irish lad.

"You son of a bitch!" Weaslette screamed. "Let go! I'm gonna - let go!"

"Fuck off, Finnegan -" a twin snarled.

"- Before we decide where to stick this." His brother finished, fingering a wicked silver instrument lovingly.

Finnegan paled, and scrambled to his feet. Blood flowed freely from his nose, and his eyes were already turning black. He looked as if he was going to speak again.

"I'd leave, if I were you." Draco said icily, folding his arms over his chest. "Before I tell them to let her go."

Finnegan glared loathingly at him, but ran quickly from the common room out of the Fat Lady's portrait. Weaslette screamed obscenities at his retreating back.

"You better run!" she shrieked. "I'll rip your dick off and shove it up your own arse, you fucking arsewipe!"

"Gin, calm down!" Weasley grunted as her flailing elbow caught him in the gut. "He's gone!"

"But he called Harry - and he -" She bared her teeth, looking the part of a ferocious, bloodthirsty, scorned she-beast of some sort, but stopped struggling against her brother's arms. "Ooo, he makes me so mad! I wish I could just…just…Oh!"

"He does seem to have that effect on people." Draco scowled.

Weaslette mmm-hmm'ed an agreement, and managed to wrench herself from her three brothers' grips. Draco's estimation of her went up a few notches, considering her brothers were all quite a bit bigger than her.

Weasley looked between Granger and his sister, both of whom were still shaking with blind fury. "Merlin's pants! Sod the Order, we'll just send you two after You-Know-Who!"

"Finnegan should die." Weaslette seethed. She turned and gave Draco a bone-crushing hug. "Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry he called you that! He is such an insensitive arse, I just wish I could hit him again!"

"I'm surprised you didn't hex him like last time," Weasley said, frowning at Draco.

"Er," Draco said eloquently. He didn't know what to do, seeing as Weaslette still hadn't let go of him. He settled for awkwardly placing his arms on her shoulders in a loose hug. She seemed satisfied, and let go, though she kept one arm looped through his.

"Don't be stupid, Ron, last time the bugger squealed and Harry got detention with the Toad for a week! Remember?" His sister huffed. "Right, Harry?"

"Right." Draco nodded once, hoping that he didn't seem too out of character.

Granger planted her hands on her hips and began pacing as the common room started buzzing about the fight they had just witnessed. No doubt by the next morning, the whole school would know how Finnegan had gotten his arse handed to him by the redheaded she-devil. Draco made a mental note to tell Blaise and Pansy to watch out for her, should he ever get his own body back. "We should be doing something about this."

"What would you like us to do?" One of the twins asked. His brother - he had a G on his sweater, he must be George - had pulled his sister away from Draco and was speaking quietly to Weaslette, calming her down. "So long, as the Ministry and the Prophet control everything, people are going to hate Harry."

"He's right." Draco said, without thinking. He blushed when Granger looked at him sharply. "Well - I mean…" he scrambled. "Look at me -, er, Malfoy."

"Malfoy doesn't have any real power -"

"His dad does," Weasley cut in, growing excited. "Remember? He got Harry to have a full Wizengamont trial for an underage magic appeal!"

Granger humph-ed. "So? That doesn't mean we can't change it!"

"Like it or not, that's how the world works." Draco said sourly. "And you can't change the world."

Granger fixed her gaze on Draco, and in that moment, caught under her piercing stare, he felt as if she knew who he was. "Well, why the hell not?"

I like this chapter. :) I know my uploads are a little slower than they used to be, but hopefully they'll pick up soon. I like this story so far, it's fun to write. And I do actually like Ginny, so in TTT, she's going to be portrayed much different. If anyone has suggestions, let me know! I may not use them, but it's always interesting to see what direction other people think the story'll go. If I do use an idea, or even if I get inspired by an idea, I will give credit to whoever gave it to me. :) So give it a shot! What do you have to lose?

Oh, and I just have to announce this to everyone I see today - I GOT INTO POTTERMORE! 3 I am SO psyched! =D

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