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The Grass is Always Greener by never_too_old
Chapter 7 : Time for Reinforcements
 
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Madam Pomfrey came out of her office when she heard Draco burst into the hospital wing. She saw him carrying a body and commanded him to place the body on a nearby bed. Draco obeyed and carefully positioned Harry onto the bed.

“What happen, Mr. Potter?” she asked, searching to find a pulse on the body.

“I think he went into some sort of shock,” Draco said.

“What would make Mr. Malfoy go into shock?”

Draco shook his head, although he knew the answer. He couldn’t tell her about the switch or how they just found out that they may never be able to switch back into their own bodies.

She left the bed and walked toward a cabinet full of medicine. She took out a bottle and poured some medicine in a tablespoon. She forced it down Harry’s throat, until there was nothing left on the spoon.

Seeing Draco’s concern, she tried to comfort him. “No worries, dear. It may take a couple of days, but he’ll be back to normal.”

Draco laughed to himself. Normal is an understatement.

Madam Pomfrey returned to her office, leaving Draco standing over Harry. He pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down.

“Come on, Harry. Don’t wuss out on me now,” Draco whispered. “We have to figure this out somehow.”

Draco bowed his head and closed his eyes. He couldn’t understand why he was still watching over Harry. He knew he was going to be fine, but a part of him had to make sure. The guilt was eating at him, even though he knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way. He knew it wasn’t his fault, but it still didn’t erase the fact that it happened. And now it’s possible they were going to be stuck this way forever. He shook his head as a tear rolled down his cheek, when he thought about the possibility of staying in Harry’s body forever.

“Harry?” a soft voice called out.

Draco quickly wiped his eyes and turned around and saw Hermione in the doorway. Not wanting her to see any remnants of tears, he turned back around and looked down at Harry, trying to dry his eyes as best he could.

Once Hermione came closer, Draco secretly watched her out of the corner of his eye. She lowered her head and quietly sighed, as she stared down at the body in the bed: his body. He was shocked to see her somewhat sad.

“Is he going to be alright?” she quietly asked, still staring down at the body.

“Why do you care?” he quickly responded. “It’s just Malfoy.”

“He’s still a human being, Harry. Even if he is a prat, I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to him.”

He raised his eyebrows a little, amazed at Hermione’s confession. He couldn’t believe that she actually cared about his well-being. “Well, um, Madam Pomfrey said he should be alright in a couple of days.”

She nodded. “That’s good. He should be really thankful that you brought him in here.”

Draco brushed the comment off. “He would’ve done the same for me.”

Hermione chuckled, which made him stare over at her. She shook her head and gently placed her hand on his shoulder, which he didn’t try to remove. “Wouldn’t it be great to actually believe that?”

He felt a rush of emptiness inside. Here she was saying that he would never do such a thing, when in reality he had done just that. “He really is cold-hearted, isn’t he?” he sighed.

Hermione shrugged. “I’d like to believe he isn’t, but the facts don’t lie.”





Over the next few days, Draco kept returning to the hospital wing to make sure Harry was doing all right. He also wanted to be there when Harry woke up, so that they could talk about their current situation.

During those days, Draco had received more pains in his scar and had even had a vivid dream, where a snake attacked this woman. It felt so real to him that he actually believed he was there; or worse, that he was actually the snake.

While walking to the hospital wing Friday afternoon, he saw a few of his Slytherin friends walking toward him. He stood up tall, feeling his arrogance take hold of him. He always acted superior when around them.

“Well, if it isn’t scar head,” Goyle sneered.

Draco slumped back down. He was no longer Draco Malfoy, a guy that everyone fears, but Harry Potter, a guy that all the Slytherins despise. He tried to ignore their taunts, but it didn’t work.

“Where’s your girlfriend, Potty?” Pansy shrieked.

“Shove it,” Draco growled. “All of you.”

The Slytherins laughed, excited that they were able to get a rise out of him.

He stormed up the stairs and into the hospital wing. To his surprise, he saw Blaise sitting by the bed. He smiled to himself, happy to know there was at least one person who cared enough to come see him in the hospital wing.

As he made his way over, he pulled out another chair and sat down next to Blaise. Blaise looked over at him and sighed. “I guess I should thank you,” Blaise mumbled.

“What for?”

“For helping Draco,” Blaise continued. “I mean, I was sitting right next to him and did nothing. He’s my best friend and I just sat and watched him.”

Draco could sense the guilt flowing through Blaise. He knew his friend cared about him, but he also knew that he was still a Slytherin. It’s hard for them to stick up for one another, since Slytherins are known for only watching out for themselves.

“I’m sure he’ll forgive you,” Draco answered.

“I know he will. We always do,” Blaise shrugged.

They both sat in silence. Blaise felt a little uncomfortable sitting next to him, but he didn’t move. He was not going to leave his best friend’s side. Draco watched Blaise shift from side to side, sensing the awkwardness.

“Why’d you do it?” Blaise suddenly asked. “I mean you hate him.”

Draco looked over at his friend and shrugged. He couldn’t tell him the truth. He couldn’t tell him the real reason, which has been plaguing him this whole time. He couldn’t tell him that the main, selfish reason he helped him was not because he cared about him, but because Harry was in his body; his body that he didn’t want anything bad to happen to.

Harry stirred a little, which saved Draco from having to answer Blaise’s question. Harry let out a low moan and lifted his hand to his forehead. Draco was relieved to see that Harry was waking up.

Harry slowly opened his eyes and saw the two boys watching him. It was weird for him to wake up in the hospital wing and not have his two best friends sitting next to him. What was even weirder was that two Slytherins had taken their place.

“What happen?” he said, hoarsely.

“You went into complete shock,” Blaise replied. “You blacked out.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. Right after Sluggy was talking about the effects of that Desiderium potion.”

Harry suddenly recalled everything from that day. He remembered the precise moment when his body began trembling, after looking over at Draco, knowing that they would be stuck in each other’s bodies forever. He took a big gulp and closed his eyes.

Draco knew Harry was thinking about the potion. He really wanted to talk to Harry, but knew he had to get Blaise out of there, first.

Pansy walked into the room and neared the three of them. “Oh, Drakey. You’re awake,” she cheered.

The boys, including Draco, rolled their eyes. Draco hated that nickname and cringed every time she said it. He sometimes never understood why he stuck around her for so long. He did love the attention she gave him, but lately he found their “relationship” growing stale. In fact, the real reason he told Harry not to go snogging Pansy was not because he loved her and would be jealous, but because he wanted to get away from her.

Pansy ran over to Harry and planted a very wet kiss on his lips. Draco turned away, not wanting to watch her kiss his own lips. Blaise shook his head and rolled his eyes. He never liked Pansy and hated that Draco and her were still somewhat of an item.

After Pansy broke free from his lips, Harry’s eyes darted toward Draco. He didn’t kiss her on purpose, but he was scared to know how Draco would react. Fortunately, he didn’t look at all upset, which made Harry feel more at ease.

“Drakey, when you get out of here, we have so much to catch up on,” she began. “I’ve been so lonely without you these past few nights.”

Draco laughed. He knew Pansy better than anyone. Ever since last year, she has never been alone a day in her life.

Pansy eyed Draco and put her hands on her hips. “What’s so funny, Potter?”

“Just thinking about what you said,” Draco replied.

“My lonely life is amusing to you?”

Draco laughed again, which made Pansy even more irritated.

“What are you even doing here?” she snapped.

“Hey, lay off him. Don’t forget that he was the one who rushed Draco here,” Blaise spoke up.

Harry immediately looked over at Draco, stunned. “You did?”

Draco shrugged.

Blaise looked from Draco to Harry. He thoughts that perhaps the two of them should be left alone, to talk. He stood up and commanded Pansy to leave with him.

“I’m not leaving my Drakey,” she firmly responded.

“Move it, Pansy,” he barked.

Pansy, a little turned on by Blaise’s forcefulness, happily obeyed. They left the hospital wing, leaving Draco and Harry alone to talk with one another.

“I still believe there’s a way,” Draco began.

“But, Slughorn said-”

“He said there was no known reverse,” Draco stressed. “True, no one has found it yet, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”

“Still. If no one has found it, then what makes you think we will?”

“You forget that we have something they didn’t,” Draco smirked.

Harry stared up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what Draco was referring to.

Draco rolled his eyes, knowing it would be too long before Harry finally understood. “Granger.”

Harry stared over at Draco. He couldn’t believe he didn’t think of her first, but what really shocked him was that Draco actually did. “Now you want her to help?”

“Our situation has changed, now. And as much as I hate to admit it, and I will deny it if you ever say anything to anyone, she’s the smartest person I’ve ever come across. If anyone can find a solution, it would be her.” 

Harry nodded. Hermione did know more things that even some of their professors didn’t even know about. If anyone would be able to help them switch back, it would definitely be her.

“So, when should we tell her?”

“Who said anything about telling her?” Draco asked.

Harry was a little taken aback. “You just said-”

“I said we can get her to help. I didn’t say anything about telling her,” Draco interrupted.

“But, wouldn’t it be easier to tell her everything? That way, she’ll have all the facts and be able to find something quicker.”

“I’ve already told you that I don’t want anyone knowing about our switch, Potter,” Draco explained. “Now, do you know if you can get her to help without actually telling her why?”

Harry nodded. “If I were to bring it up to her in some way, then possibly.”

“Good. Well, that’s a start.”

“One little problem, Malfoy.”

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, not able to see any real problems.

“I can’t ask her,” Harry stated.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m you, which means she won’t listen to me,” Harry explained.

Draco rolled his eyes. “Oh, right. So what are we going to do?”

Harry smirked at Draco.

“No. Uh-uh. No way. I won’t do it. I can’t do it. Malfoys never ask someone for help. Especially from a Mudblood,” Draco frantically stated.

“Fine. Then I’ll just tell her about the switch, so she knows I’m you, and then ask her to help.”

Draco, knowing he has been defeated, sighed. “Fine. I’ll talk to her.”

“I knew you’d change your mind,” Harry grinned.


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