As Hermione finished getting ready, she walked over to Harry’s room to see if he was ready to walk down to breakfast. She knocked on his bedroom door, but there was no answer. She knocked a little louder, but there was still no answer. She opened the door and looked inside his room, but he wasn’t there.
After a few minutes of looking around the common room, she frowned, realizing he must have left already. “I can't believe he didn't wait for me."
She walked down to the Great Hall and scanned the Gryffindor table. She was sort of relieved that Harry wasn’t there because she knew he hadn’t gone down without her. She walked over to an empty seat near Ron and sat down. Ron was stuffing his face full of scrambled eggs and smiled over at Hermione.
“Hey Hermione. Where’s Harry?” he asked, after he swallowed a large amount of eggs.
“I don’t know. He wasn’t in his room, so I figured he came down before me,” she shook her head.
“He wouldn’t leave without you,” Ron assured her.
Hermione shrugged, not really sure, but wanting to believe Ron. If he wasn’t in the common room, and he isn’t in the Great Hall, then where is he?
“Ron, I have to tell you something,” she said.
Ron sensed something wasn’t right in Hermione’s voice and stopped eating to give her his full attention. “What’s wrong?”
“Well, it could be nothing,” she began. “But, remember in fifth year when Harry was snapping at us all the time?”
Ron rolled his eyes, thinking back to his fifth year. “Yeah. That wasn’t fun,” he admitted.
“Well, he did it to me this morning,” she confessed.
“Why? What did you say?”
“Oh, so you automatically think it had to be something I did?” she argued.
“I didn’t mean it like that. Don’t get all sensitive on me.”
“I’m not getting all sensitive, Ronald. I’m just telling you what happened,” she raised her voice.
“It was probably nothing. He probably just had a bad night or something. When did he get back from detention?” he asked.
Hermione bit her bottom lip, trying to remember what time he returned. “It was pretty late.”
“See? That’s probably what it was,” he said, as he stuffed another forkful of eggs into his mouth.
“Really, Ron. Can’t you take more sensible bites?” she rolled her eyes.
“Now look who’s being testy,” he stated.
She shook her head and heaped a spoonful of eggs onto her own plate. She was still worried that Harry has yet to show up for breakfast, but she ate nonetheless.
“So, ar-oo-uys-ating-et?” Ron garbled, as his mouth was full of food.
“What?” she asked, disgusted at Ron’s manners.
Ron swallowed and looked over at Hermione. “I said…are you guys dating yet?”
“Oh,” she said, not sure what the answer was. “We’re working on it,” she answered.
“Good,” Ron smiled. “He liked you for so long. It’s about bloody time he told you, too.”
Hermione smiled and took another scan around the hall. She didn’t understand what was taking Harry so long, or where he could have ran off to. She looked toward the Slytherin table and noticed that Draco wasn’t there either. At first she didn’t think anything of it, but when she saw Pansy looking around the hall, as well, she knew that he must have gone missing, too.
“Maybe Snape told them to go to his office,” Hermione said.
Hermione looked toward Ron. “Malfoy isn’t here, either. Maybe Snape told them both to come back this morning to finish out their detention.”
Ron shrugged. “Maybe.”
Harry was staring in a mirror, in the bathroom on the second floor, which was none other than Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. He knew nobody would find him in there, and he needed some time to reflect on the situation. He knew he had to find Draco, but he was scared to think what would happen when he did. He was certain they switched places, but he didn’t know if it would be harmful for them to see each other in their bodies.
“Ooh, Draco. Haven’t seen you in a while,” Moaning Myrtle cheered.
Harry rolled his eyes, forgetting that Draco had befriended her last year. He turned toward her and smirked. He knew he had to stay somewhat in character. He couldn’t let anyone know the truth, since he didn’t know what the truth really was.
“Skipping breakfast?” she asked.
“You can say that. How have you been?” he asked.
“Better than you, I guess.”
She laughed, but stopped when she heard the bathroom door open. “Really,” she huffed. “Can’t a girl have some privacy?”
Harry turned toward the door and saw himself walk in. He was not expecting to see himself quite yet and had received a frightful shock.
As Draco entered the bathroom, he noticed himself standing near the sinks. It was very weird to see himself staring back at him. He nodded toward Harry and slowly walked over.
“Both of my boys are here,” Moaning Myrtle applauded. “What a great day for me. Except for the fact that I'm dead.”
Draco smirked. “Hey, Myrtle.”
“Well, sorry to leave you boys, but I need to go for my morning swim,” she said, as she disappeared into the toilet.
The two boys stood in silence, staring into the mirror, not able to look at each other. Neither knew exactly how it happened, and they were afraid to admit that they both had secretly wished for it to happen.
Draco cleared his throat. “I thought I’d find you in here,” he said, still not looking in Harry’s direction.
“How?” Harry asked.
“Where else would you go to hide?” Draco shrugged.
“So-” Harry began.
“I don’t,” Draco answered, before Harry finished.
“You don’t what?”
“I don’t know how it happen.”
Draco and Harry finally turned toward each other. They each looked at one another, making sure their bodies were still intact.
“So, how are we going to switch back?” Harry asked.
Draco shrugged. He knew they had to change back, but a part of him wanted to stay this way for a little while longer.
“The potion,” Harry suddenly remembered.
“Last night. The potion we made. I accidentally inhaled some of it, after wishing-” Harry cut off, not wanting to finish his sentence. He couldn’t let Draco know that he had wished to switch places with him.
“After wishing what?” Draco insisted.
Draco turned away and looked at himself, or really Harry’s self, in the mirror. He shook his head and turned back toward Harry. “I inhaled it, too,” he admitted.
Draco took a long, deep breath. He didn’t want to admit it; especially to the one person he couldn’t stand. “And it was right after I wished I could switch places with you,” he barked, not able to keep it a secret any longer.
Harry gulped. “I wished the same thing,” he whispered.
Draco raised his eyebrows, shocked that Harry had wished to switch places with him. “You…you did?”
“Well, I didn’t think it would actually happen,” Harry bellowed.
“What? And you think I did?” roared Draco.
They both furiously crossed their arms and stared at each other. Neither of them knew what to do. They both wanted this to happen, so they knew they couldn’t stay mad at each other for what had happened.
“What about Snape?” Draco asked.
“What about him?”
“We can tell him what happen. He’ll fix it.”
“Do you really want to admit to Snape that you wished to trade places with me?” Harry laughed.
Draco thought about it for a moment. He knew Harry was right. He couldn’t tell anyone about the wish. No one would understand. “So, what do we do?”
“We’ll get Hermione to help,” Harry said. “She’ll understand. And I know she’ll be able to find an answer.”
“No. No way am I going to let a Mudblood help me,” Draco snarled.
“Don’t call her that,” Harry fumed.
“Whatever, Potter. She’s not to know. We’ll just have to figure this out on our own. Agreed?” Draco said, extending his hand out for Harry to shake it.
Harry remained silent, staring down at the waiting hand. He didn’t want to keep secrets from Hermione, and he really didn’t want to be in cahoots with Draco, either. He was torn and couldn’t make up his mind, but he knew he had to do it. There was no easy way to explain to his friends why he wished to switch places with one of his enemies.
Harry reached out and shook Draco’s hand. After a very brief handshake, the two boys turned to stare in the mirror in front of them.
“We need to set some ground rules, until we can reverse this,” Harry initiated.
Draco nodded. “First. We don’t tell anyone, and I mean anyone, about the switch.”
“Second. We are not to harm ourselves on purpose or say or do irrational things that could affect us later. Just because it’s not our body does not give us the right to do whatever we want with them,” Harry clarified.
“Third, which sort of relates to the second rule. No snogging Pansy,” Draco affirmed.
“That goes for Hermione, too,” Harry conveyed.
Draco sneered. “No worries, there.”
“I mean it, Malfoy. I know we have to pretend to be each other, but we have to draw the line somewhere. In fact, no snogging any girls.”
“Agreed,” Draco nodded. “Oh, little advice. Pansy does not like to hear the word no.”
“So, how do I get her to stay away from me?” Harry inquired, a little worried at Draco’s comment.
“I don’t know. I never tried,” Draco smirked. “That’s your department now.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Anything else?”
“Rules for Quidditch?”
“We’ll play like normal,” Harry sighed.
Draco grinned. “Should be rather interesting to see me winning instead of you.”
“You better play, right, Malfoy. If I see you throwing the game, then I’ll make sure to do something back to you.”
“Same goes for you. I’ll know if you purposely miss the snitch,” Draco responded.
Harry groaned. “So, we’re really going to do this?”
“I’m game if you are,” Draco announced, as he turned toward the mirror and tried to manage his ruffled hair. “Damn it, Potter. Isn’t there any way to tame this?”
Harry smirked. “Nope.”
Draco sighed, seeing that running his hands through his hair was actually making it worse. “Well, maybe if I put some gel in it.”
“You better not,” Harry warned.
“But, it would look a lot better.”
“Do you really think your hair looked good that way?”
Draco turned toward Harry, looking at the blonde, non-slicked hair that fell in front of his gray-blue eyes. He ran his hand through the hair that used to be his. “That’s really not a cool style. Look how it just falls in front of your face.”
Harry abruptly backed away, so Draco couldn’t touch him anymore. “Let’s just hope we find a reverse potion, and soon.”
Draco nodded and turned to the mirror again. He smirked as he watched Harry in the mirror brushing his hair out of his eyes. “Until then, enjoy being a Malfoy.”
“And you a Potter.”
The two boys turned toward each other and shook hands again. Draco left the bathroom first and Harry followed after a few minutes later. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into, but they didn't think much about it. They were slightly intrigued to see how the other one lives.
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