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Chapter 11 : The Switch
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What had he wanted to say? Why didn't I stay to hear him finish it? Why had I been woken up? I mused while walking to Potions class with Ron. Harry had ran off with Fred and George, claiming that he had some Quidditch matter to take care of.
I wasn't aware that Ron was staring at me. Here I was wondering about my dream of Draco and there he was, being annoyed that I was acting like I didn't notice him there.
"'Mione! Where are you going?" Ron asked, bewildered that I was still walking. "We've reached the dungeons, 'Mione."
I knew my face was turning red, so I kept my head low, blushing as I walked back after muttering a "sorry". Ron shrugged it off and we went in.
When we were in there, Professor Snape wasn't there. Neither was Harry. Or Draco. Not that I care or anything.
I was, though, a little worried. For, uh, HARRY. Where was he?
Don't worry, Hermione. A voice said in my head. A voice that sounded suspiciously like Draco.
My eyes widening, I whipped around and looked frantically for him.
"Hermione? Hermione, are you alright?" Ron asked, touching my shoulder.
I spun back and tried to look as innocent as I could. "Huh? What?"
He cocked his head, as if thinking about something. "Harry did say it was important Quidditch matter..."
"You think so?" I asked. Not that I don't believe Harry... but I felt that he had purposely on accident ((opposite =P)) left us so that Ron could "talk to me".
"I guess so..." he said, thinking hard. "He's gonna miss Potions huh? Lucky guy," Ron muttered.
I managed a smile despite the jumbled up feelings in my heart.
"Hermione..." Ron's voice turned serious. Which is NOT a good thing for me. I can practically guess what he wants to say.
"Will you think about what I said before?" Ron asked, his eyes begging me.
I gulped inwardly and was extremely glad when Professor Snape was here to "save" me.
He cleared his throat and glared at the class. "I was only gone for a MINUTE! And all of you are screaming like Howlers," he roared, causing the whole class to tremble.
He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves down.
What was wrong with him?
I looked at Ron, confused and bewildered, and his expression mirrored mine.
Professor Snape had started explaining a new potion and I caught most of it. Something about switching bodies. Puh-lease. Been there, done that in Year Two.
I was paired up with Lavender while poor Ron was paired up with Draco. My heart nearly stopped when I heard that. What if Draco told him...?
At that moment, Draco and Harry burst in through the doors.
"Malfoy, Weasley. Potter, Finnigan." Snape said, without an explanation. I guess he figured the partners could fill them in.
When Draco heard that he was paired with Ron, he glanced at me. I was disgusted at myself for turning away, blushing under his gaze. He knew I was frightened.
A switching spell. Interesting. But switch to Ron? Er, no thanks. I'd rather be a ferret.
Weasley was glaring at me, like it was my fault that we got paired together. "What?!" I asked, irritated.
"Don't think I don't know." He continued glaring at me.
I was sick of getting blamed for something I didn't know I did. "WHAT?" I shouted.
"Keep your voice down, Malfoy." Snape said, narrowing his eyes at me.
"You are bullying Hermione," he said seriously, mixing his potion with sudden great care.
"What?" I repeated in disbelief.
"Do you know any other words?" Weasley asked, annoyed. "I guess that shouldn't surprise me since it came from you."
I rolled my eyes at him and pushed him away. "I'll do the potion. You'll just mess it up." Noticing his anger, I smirked and said, "After all I'm best at Potions."
He opened his mouth to argue, but then thought better of it and closed his mouth. He shoved me back and did his own potion.
"Give me your hair," I said gruffly.
He groaned. "Must I?"
I smirked. "Why not? You get to become me."
Weasley gave me a look and groaned again. "That's the reason."
Rolling my eyes, I dropped my hair into his beaker and reached out and pulled his fiery red hair.
He gaped at me, furious. Shrugging, I swallowed down the potion with the rest of the class.
Professor Snape walked down the rows, shaking his head. "Atrocious! Nobody did it correctly! Utterly disgusting! All of you fail!"
I smirked. Sure, all of us, with the exception of Slytherins, will fail. Don't you just love that cuddly guy?
All of a sudden, my stomach gave a lurch. I haven't been carsick for years, but I certainly remembered the feeling.
The bell rung and I quickly disappeared down the hall, hurrying to the lavatory.
Something threatened to come out of my mouth and I practically raced to the sink. How embarrassing, looking so desperate. Thank God, nobody was there.
After I, er, did my stuff, I washed up my face and was starting to tidy my hair when I noticed that it was red in colour. I looked up at the mirror in horror.
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