After the announcement of the Head Boy and Head Girl, the students began to disperse out of the Great Hall and toward their common rooms. Harry and Hermione gathered the prefects around and explained their duties.
“And remember. Harry and I will be available any time you have questions or concerns,” Hermione finished.
After the prefects left, Harry wrapped his arm around Hermione’s shoulder and smiled. “So, I have a question,” he started.
“And what is that?”
“Where are we?”
“We’re in the Great Hall, silly,” she laughed.
“No. I mean, with us,” Harry continued.
Hermione bit her bottom lip. “Oh. Well, I do like you, Harry.”
“But?” Harry frowned, pulling his arm away from her shoulder.
Hermione shrugged. “I don’t know. I think that maybe us getting together right now is not a good idea.”
She slowly turned away from Harry and walked toward the double doors. Harry followed her footsteps.
“It’s because of the prophecy, isn’t it?” he questioned.
Hermione turned around and gazed into Harry’s eyes, which were full of sadness. “I just don’t want either of us to get hurt. I don’t want our friendship to end if it doesn’t work out,” she admitted.
Harry nodded. “But, we can’t stop living our lives because we’re afraid of what may happen. We should embrace these moments. Why can’t we be happy even if it only lasts a short while?”
Hermione smiled. Harry always did know how to make sense of a bad situation. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder again and smiled. “Ready to look at our common room?”
“I’m so glad you’re Head Boy, Harry. I don’t know what I would have done if I had to share a common room with someone I didn’t like,” she said, as they walked out of the Great Hall.
“Yeah. What if I were Malfoy?” he laughed.
“Ugh, don’t even joke about that.”
They walked up the stairs to the fifth floor and stopped in front of a portrait of an old man reading in a chair, smoking his pipe. He looked up from his book and saw Harry and Hermione standing in front of him.
“Evening,” the old man said.
“Wizards Duel,” Harry answered.
The old man nodded and the portrait unlocked. Harry pushed the door inward and walked inside, with Hermione following after. As soon as they entered, they both gasped.
The room was twice the size of their old Gryffindor common room. There was a full kitchen off to the right and a couch with two chairs in the middle. Against the wall stood a burning fireplace, with two large bookcases, full of old library books, standing on each side.
Hermione left Harry’s side and immediately walked over to the bookcases. She moved her hand along the bindings of the books, smiling at the abundance of reading material in front of her. “This is wonderful,” she smiled.
Harry made his way over to a room on his left. He opened the door and smiled. Inside was a king-size bed, with maroon and gold silk sheets. On the walls were pictures of famous Quidditch players, zooming around on their broomsticks. Some of the players stopped to wave at Harry, but then took off again. “Found my room,” he happily reported.
Hermione smiled at him and made her way over to the room across the way. As she opened the door, her eyes opened wide. Inside was a big, canopy bed, with maroon and gold silk sheets. Around the walls were inscriptions written in calligraphy from very notable authors. She placed her hand on one of the messages by William Shakespeare and smiled. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. “How true,” she whispered.
After looking around their rooms for a few more minutes, they headed toward the couch in the common room and sat down. Hermione lay her head in Harry’s lap, and he ran his hand through her hair, smiling. They sat there silently for a few minutes, taking everything in.
“I’m so tired,” Hermione stated, breaking the silence.
Harry nodded. “Yeah, I hear ya. Why don’t we pick this up tomorrow night?”
Hermione agreed and stood up, yawning. “Night, Harry.”
Harry stood in front of her and lightly kissed her on her cheek. “Night,” he whispered.
The next morning, the Golden Trio were sitting at their House table, eating breakfast and looking over their class schedules.
“I can’t believe we have Defense Against the Dark Arts first,” Ron moaned. “What a great way to start our week, having to sit in Snape’s class with the Slytherins.”
Hermione shook her head, as she read her schedule. “At least we can get it out of the way and not worry about it for the rest of the week.”
“I still can’t believe Snape is teaching this subject,” Harry shook his head.
Hermione looked down at her watch and jumped out of her seat. “Hurry you guys, or we’ll be late.”
The three quickly walked out of the Great Hall and over toward the DADA classroom, which was down in the cold, dark dungeons. Other students were already waiting outside the door. The Slytherins were on one side of the wall and the Gryffindors were on the other.
“Hey, Harry. Have a good summer?” Dean Thomas asked, as the three neared closer.
Dean wasn’t sure how to react in front of Harry. Ever since he and Ginny started dating again, he didn’t know if Harry would be okay with it. Even though, technically, Harry stole Ginny away from him first, he still liked Harry and didn’t want a girl to come between them.
“It was alright. Thanks,” Harry answered. He watched Dean fidgeting a little in front of him. He placed his hand on his shoulder and quietly whispered, “Dean, we’re good.”
Dean nodded and smiled. Seamus Finnigan suddenly appeared next to them and the four boys began talking about Quidditch tryouts.
Bored from the conversation, Hermione walked away and sat down on the floor. She took out one of the books she found in her common room and began reading.
“You won’t find the answer there,” came a drawling voice.
Hermione sighed. She really didn’t want to deal with him so early in the morning. She hated that he could manage to get under her skin. She slowly counted to five to herself and started to read again.
“I’m telling you. It’s not in there,” the voice said again.
Hermione heard two snickers follow. Of course, she thought. His two lackeys are never far behind. She shook her head, but didn’t look up. No, Hermione. He’s not worth it.
“Hey, Mudblood,” the voice grew louder.
She rolled her eyes and finally looked up. She could have ignored him, but she knew it was better to get it over with now instead of hearing him talk later. “What, Malfoy?” she snapped.
“I said you won’t find it in there,” he smirked.
“And what, pray tell, is that?” she asked, knowing immediately it was a mistake to have him continue.
“A spell to make that thing you call your face change into something pretty,” he sneered.
Crabbe and Goyle, along with the rest of the Slytherins, laughed out loud. Hermione shook her head and went back to her book. She knew better than to care what he says, but it still hurt nonetheless. Her heart sank and she started to fight back the tears that were trying to escape onto her face.
“Give it a rest, Malfoy,” Harry yelled, walking closer to him.
“Ah, yes. Famous Harry Potter has to come and save the day,” Draco smirked.
“You’re such an arse,” Ron said.
“And let’s not forget about Weasel, either. Can’t fend for yourself, can you, Mudblood?” Draco said, turning his attention to Hermione. “You always need your faithful sidekicks around whenever there’s trouble.”
Hermione couldn’t take it anymore. She slammed her book shut and stood up. She walked closer to Draco, who was laughing with his Slytherin cronies, and stopped when she was only a few inches away from him.
“What?” he snarled.
She lifted her hand and slapped him hard against his cheek. His face jerked to the side from the sharp blow, and when he hurriedly turned back around, she slapped him again.
Everyone in the hallway turned silent. Draco, with fury in his eyes, turned toward Hermione again, rubbing his reddened cheek. “How dare you,” he screamed, as he moved closer to her.
Hermione flinched when he moved closer, but before he could touch her, Harry grabbed him and pushed him to the ground. The two boys started wrestling with one another and screaming. The Slytherins and Gryffindors surrounded the two boys, and finding their voices, began cheering for their side to win.
“Get him, Drakey,” cried Pansy.
“Pin him down, Harry,” cheered Ron.
“What is the meaning of this?” a thundering voice called from down the hallway.
Everyone stopped cheering and quickly backed away from Draco and Harry, who were still fighting on the ground. Draco tried to punch Harry, but Harry was able to dodge out of the way. They suddenly felt a strong hold on their backs and were instantly pulled off one another.
Harry looked over and saw Snape seething at the two boys in his grasp. He looked over at Draco first, shook his head, and then turned toward Harry. “I should’ve known you would be the one in this mess, Potter. Fifty points from Gryffindor,” Snape said callously.
The Gryffindors started yelling, saying it wasn’t fair and that Malfoy started it. Snape gave them all a stern look and they immediately quieted themselves. He turned again toward Harry and smirked. “Detention, Potter. Tonight.”
He let go of the two boys and started to proceed inside his classroom.
“I do hope there’s a similar punishment for Mr. Malfoy,” came a bold, female voice from behind.
Snape sighed and turned to see McGonagall walking toward them. “Of course. I was just getting to that,” he smirked. He turned toward Draco and quietly mumbled, “detention for you, too, Draco.”
Draco was about to open his mouth to contest, but McGonagall gave him such a look that told him he better not say a word. “And fifty points are to be taken from Slytherin, as well,” she asserted.
Snape nodded in defeat and entered the classroom, with his students following after. Draco passed Hermione, and whispered something only she could hear. “Just you wait, Granger.”
Later that night, Harry and Draco were waiting outside one of the other classrooms in the dungeons. They each had their arms crossed, leaning against the wall and staring disdainfully at one another. A few seconds later, the door opened and Snape called them inside.
Once they entered the cold, dark room, they sat at different tables, as far away from each other as they could. Snape shook his head and commanded Harry to move next to Draco. Harry sighed and sat down next to him.
“Tonight, you both will be making Desiderium potion,” Snape announced.
“What's that?” Draco questioned.
“Never you mind,” Snape smirked. “Who knows. Maybe you two will actually learn something from each other.”
Harry scoffed, which Snape glared in response. “Did I say something amusing, Potter?”
Draco smirked. He always enjoyed watching Snape deride Harry.
When Snape handed them the list of ingredients and directions for the potion, Draco’s jaw dropped as he quickly scanned through it. “You can’t be serious. We’ll be here all night,” he groaned.
“Have fun,” Snape grinned, as he exited the room.
The two boys looked at each other, rolled their eyes and then looked down at the list.
“Look, the quicker we get moving, the sooner we can get out of here,” Draco explained.
“Really, Malfoy? Never would have thought that,” Harry sarcastically replied.
“Oh, shut up, Potter. You think your life is so great, don’t you?” Draco snarled.
“Look who’s talking,” Harry smugly answered.
“Look, Potter. I’m really tired and I don’t want to have to waste my breath talking to you.”
“Fine by me. You do this half, and I’ll do the other,” Harry said, pointing at the list.
Draco nodded and they both began collecting their ingredients.
For two hours, the two boys worked in silence. Draco was finishing up with the last of his ingredients, by finely chopping some grassroots, and Harry was almost done peeling the gillyweed.
Draco threw the grassroots in the cauldron and began to clean up his area. He looked over at Harry and began thinking about Harry’s life and how great it really must be to have his life: being famous and liked by so many; not having to deal with the decisions Draco is plagued with every night; not ever worrying about his friends’ loyalty; no family to make proud; able to be whatever he wants. He began thinking about his own life and how much simpler it would be if he were in Harry’s place.
Harry dropped the gillyweed into the cauldron, which began to bubble profusely. He looked over at Draco, who was over at the sink washing his hands. He thought about Draco’s life and how great it must be: receiving respect because he is a pureblood; having a loving family he can always go home to; no one constantly staring at him and whispering; not having to go to war and fight Voldemort; not scared every waking moment, thinking today could be his demise; never seeing the pain in Voldemort’s victims through his scar.
Harry stirred the potion two times clockwise and then counterclockwise on the last stir. Draco bent down and looked at the dark blue mixture inside. He looked up and his eyes met Harry’s. They stood there, quietly, for a few seconds, thinking about the other’s life.
I wish I could switch places with him, Harry and Draco thought at the same time.
The mixture bubbled some more and a light vapor rose out of the potion. They both coughed, as they inhaled the vapor. A few seconds later, they were feeling very lightheaded.
“Let’s bottle this up and get out of here,” Draco said, rubbing his hand over his forehead.
Harry nodded, trying to keep his eyes from closing. He grabbed a vial and scooped some of the potion into it. They cleaned up their mess and left the dungeons.
When they reached Snape’s office, Harry knocked on the door. Snape opened the door and looked down at the vial. He nodded at the contents and dismissed them.
Both still feeling a little uneasy, they slowly walked back to their rooms. They knew something wasn’t right, but they weren’t going to show their weakness to each other. They couldn’t understand what was happening, for they had no idea that the potion they just created a short while ago, and accidentally inhaled, granted one’s desires.
A/N: Hey everyone. So, I noticed that validation is a little backed up, but I am proud to announce that I have just finished chapter 6 (so, as soon as a chapter gets validated, a new one will be waiting!) I hope you are enjoying this story and don't worry...the next chapter is when they switch! Thank you for taking the time to read this story! :) Oh, by the way: the quote from William Shakespeare is from A Midsummer Night's Dream.
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