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Switch me, witch!	By : KBowman Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13379 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rating � NC-17

Characters � Hermione/Draco

Summary � Hermione tries to �switch� Draco�s personality for
a nicer one, but accidentally switches him with herself.

Disclr � r � I don�t own anything here except the plot.
Everything Harry Potter related belongs to J.K.Rowling and associates.

Author Note � The
second instalment as asked for� Hermione wakes up and of course things start to
go downhill from there.

Switch me, witch!

Chapter two �
Cauldron Bubble

In Draco Malfoy�s room in the Slytherin dormitory, Hermione
Granger stirred and turned over in her sleep, unaware that the body she was
sleeping in was tall, blond, and very obviously male. Frowning in her sleep,
her eyelids flickered� and then remained closed. She slept on, until a hand
reached out and stifled the alarm clock about to ring next to her head, and she
woke to find herself looking into her own eyes.

�AAARGH!� She screamed, and the person with her face jerked
back, startled, and then snapped forwards and grabbed her roughly, forcing
their hand over her mouth and making her swallow the scream.

�Granger! Shut up!�
A familiar voice insisted and she stopped in spite of herself. She stared up at
the person who was her and nodded slowly. The person who was her looked at her
for a moment and then took their hand away. When she didn�t scream again they
backed off and sat on the end of her bed.

Only it wasn�t her bed. Hermione suddenly realised that the
curtains around the bed were green, not red like hers, and this wasn�t her bed
either. There was only one pillow, though it was large, and looking down she
saw�

�AARGH! OH MY GOD!�
She screamed suddenly, and the person who bore more than passing resemblance to
her leaped forwards again and hovered with their hand threateningly over her
mouth.

�I�m warning you Granger. I can understand your reaction but
I managed not to scream the castle down so let�s see if you can too, hm? I
don�t want to have to curse you.�

Hermione stared down at herself. Only it wasn�t herself. Her
skin wasn�t this pale, and she didn�t have so many sleek muscles, and� and� she
hadn�t been male when she�d got into bed last night either!

�Got over yourself yet?� The person enquired. She didn�t
answer at first. �Granger? Well?� Then she looked up, and hissed under her
breath. The person who looked like her was like that for a good reason. It was her. Hermione Granger was sitting
opposite her, looking slightly bored. She looked down at herself again, and
then at the curtains. Something dawned on her.

��Malfoy?� She ventured. The person in her body rolled her
eyes.

�The one and only. Although I�m not feeling myself at the
moment�� Malfoy swung his legs onto the bed and crawled up next to Hermione so
he was kneeling beside her. �I wonder if you could explain why that might be.�
He drawled, and Hermione was surprised by how much he could still sound like
Malfoy using her vocal cords and her lips. She licked her own lips and glanced
down again. She was naked. Well, Malfoy was naked, and she was currently Malfoy
it seemed, so� She blushed as she realised Malfoy had seen her look down and
she grabbed at the bed sheet, tugging it up over her. Malfoy laughed softly and
sat, cross-legged beside her, letting what she now saw was her dressing gown
fall open, exposing her breasts. She stared at him, appalled.

�Come on Granger, this is your body, you should know what it
looks like. And there�s little point in covering yourself up. I�ve already
explored my own body, thanks.� He grinned at her and she smiled weakly. �You�ve
been terribly silent. Someg wrg wrong?� He asked, mock-sincerely. Her smile
vanished.

�Malfoy, we�re in each others bodies. This� this isn�t
right� I didn�t mean to��

�Didn�t mean to?� He said swiftly. �Didn�t mean to what,
Granger? So this is youult ult after all?�

�Well, yes� but no� I��

�Spit it out, Granger.� He said, sounding bored again. She
glared at him, hating hir lor lounging there, obviously enjoying the situation.
The bloody pervert, she thought, he�s probably already done some exploring of
his own�

�I slipped you a potion.� She said loudly. He looked at her
with interest.

�Why? What was it for? Surely even you wouldn�t try and
poison me?� He laughed, and she bristled.

�No.� She said coldly. �I was trying to make you a little
nicer. Wilkins Personality Switch. Add sugar for preferred level of sweetness.�

Malfoy grinned.

�So it went wrong.�

�I don�t understand how. I� even if I mixed it slightly
wrong, I still would have had to drink some myself for us to switch bodies.�
Hermione said, trying to remember the previous night and not finding a
situation where� oh�. She glancp atp at Malfoy guiltily. He sighed.

�Go on. What happened?�

�I spilt some of the potion. It slipped out of my sleeve
when I got back to Gryffindor table. I guess some of it might have� oh! Harry
tried to stop me drinking from my cup but I did, and then went off before he
could� oh��

Malfoy looked at her face and burst out laughing again.
Hermione glared at him. She couldn�t see what was so funny. Draco, however,
fell back onto the bed, chest heaving with laughter. Hermione found herself
gazing at her own naked body, and was slightly heartened by the fact that she
was actually quite� pretty. She blushed, but didn�t look away; Draco had his
arm over his eyes and was still giggling. Hermione watched, fascinated as he
moved slightly and her thighs, now his, parted, letting her see the dark, wet
core. Of course she had seen her own pussy before, but it was still different to
see it from the outside. Now she was the one stifling giggles; Malfoy raised
his arm and grinned at her.

�Seeing the hilarity of it now, Granger?� He asked. Hermione
nodded, unable to speak, not noticing Draco had stopped laughing and was
looking at his body. He knew he was good-looking, most of the Slytherin�s
female quotient couldn�t be wrong, but he had never seen himself laugh like
Hermione was. He felt stupid then � of course he hadn�t. You didn�t see yourself laugh. Hermione finally saw
that he wasn�t laughing and was looking at her with the strangest look in his
eyes.

�What?� She asked, hiccupping slightly and giggling again.
He said nothing for a moment, only narrowed his eyes � her eyes � and then sat
up and gathered Hermione�s dressing gown around her body. Hermione stared at
him, confused by the sudden change in mood. She started to speak and he raised
a hand, quieting her, and she feel silent. After a moment he looked at her.

�What did you want?� He asked brusquely, and with none of
his previous smooth charm. Hermione stumbled over her answer.

�Do� do you have A Revised Edition of Spells for Saucy
Sorts?� She asked in a small voice. He gestured towards a shelf on the wall and
she got up, clutching the sheet around Draco�s body toga style, and padded over
to the wall. He watched her � himself � and cursed. This was wrong, all wrong.

Hermione was standing in front of the shelf, trying to focus
and finding her mind kept slipping. It was difficult, suddenly being in someone
else�s body, and she found she had muscles she didn�t previously know about.
Draco obviously worked out or something; she could feel the tense strength
under his smooth skin. It was�. Different though, being male. She rolled her
eyes at herself. Of course it was different.

And there was� it was� she shifted on Draco�s feet. The
biggest difference had to be the weird feeling of having a penis hanging
between her legs instead of having everything tucked away neatly. She almost
wished Draco wasn�t in the room so she could do some proper looking. It wasn�t
like she hadn�t seen a cock before� Ron and her had done some experimenting in
that department, but Ron had only been average size, and he hadn�t been all
that keen for her to spend a long time actually looking at him down there. Draco�s
cock� Hermione shifted again, wondering how on earth he managed to live with
it. Didn�t it get in the way? She made a disgruntled noise under her breath. If
this was how well-endowed guys had to walk around then she felt sorry for them.
She sneaked a look down the front of her makeshift toga-style sheet and
blushed. He was big. Definitely not average.

Draco sat on the edge of his bed and forced himself not to
look at his body, which Hermione was currently using to pluck a book off of his
shelf. He wanted out of her body. It had seemed fun, possibly even useful, when
he�d first discovered what had happened, but after looking at himself� he hated
to admit it, but he was turned on. By himself. By his own half-naked,
sheet-draped body.

He supposed it was natural, he was in a female body and he
knew he was attractive fully clothed, let alone half-naked, but that didn�t
stop him feeling angry that Hermione�s nipples had hardened almost painfully
beneath the dressing gown when he had spied his own smooth, bare chest before
Hermione had covered herself up, and that the tight space between her legs was
hot and probably soaking through the dressing gown, it felt so wet and slick.
He shifted a little, hoping she didn�t ask him to come over. There was probably
a sticky patch on the back of the gown if not on the bed covers he thought
angrily.

It was ironic, he thought. Normally he was happy to have a
young, attractive girl sitting on his bed, staining her clothes because she was
so turned on by him. Somehow though, when he was that girl? It lost a lot of
the novelty.

Not all though. He watched Hermione turn and walk back to
the bed, book in hand, and drew in his breath sharply when she sat next to him,
a little too close for him to handle. He glanced at the sheet she was still
holding around his body and was slightly disappointed that she didn�t have to
hide a tent in the front. If he was getting turned on then why wasn�t she?

Hermione sat down, closer than she meantnextnext to Draco,
and opened the book. She was about to turn to the chapter index when Draco took
the book from her hands and tossed it across the room carelessly. She turned to
him, still slightly dismayed to be looking at herself, but angry.

�What did you do that for?� She demanded. �This is no time to
be playing gamehe ahe antidote is in that book!� He looked at her for a long
moment, not answering, and then slowly leaned forwards and kissed her.

Hermione froze. It was like time had stopped. All she could
see was an extreme close-up of her own face, all she could feel was her own
lips pressing against the ones she was currently using, all she could smell was
her own scent. Then time sped up again and she shoved Draco away from her with
a cry.

�What the hell do you think you�re playing at Malfoy?� She yelled,
aware that in Draco�s body her voice was louder and� scarier perhaps. �Just
tell me, what the hell was that about? You think that just because you�re in my
body you can do that?�

Draco sat there for a moment, looking at her. Then he shook
his head, making Hermione�s bushy hair fly around her face.

�Dammit Granger, you�re so uptight.� He said, looking into
her eyes, his eyes, and then he leaned forwards, grasped both her hands with
his and kissed her properly; gliding his tongue over Hermione�s lips and
forcing her mouth open with his.

�Mmpf� Malfoy� no!� She succeeded in pushing him away,
wriggling her hands out of his. It wasn�t as hard as it should have been;
Draco�s hands as Hermione weren�t big enough to get a good grip on his own
hands. She stood quickly and towered over him, pink with anger and balling
Malfoy�s hands into fists. Draco sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back,
again letting Hermione�s gown slip to reveal naked skin. Hermione saw this and
glared at him.

�You can stop that as well.� She said roughly, but Draco
only grinned. He raised a hand and pulled the gown open completely so that she
was faced with herself, sitting naked on Draco Malfoy�s bed. She made to turn
away but then saw what he was up to. Draco slid his hand over her breasts and
fondled them, pinching the nipples and making her hiss as she watched. How did
he know she liked that? No way had he not already tried this, she thought, but
her anger was fading into curiosity. Draco made a satisfied noise under his
breath and his hand slid lower, over her stomach, and then he dipped a finger
quickly inside her. Hermione gasped and felt her pulse jump. He looked so
goddamn sexy, sitting there touching her
body with her fingers� and then she
realised something that almost made her faint with embarrassment. She was
turned on by this. When she had been herself this had been easy enough to hide,
but now she was male� She looked down surreptitiously and blushed even redder
when she saw the evidence of her arousal. Draco followed her eyes and she
expected some wisecrack, but his lips parted slightly and he ran his tongue
over the bottom lip, looking into her eyes and practically smouldering with
insinuation. He stood suddenly and she realised he was too close, this wasn�t�
and then han hand was pressing the erection all too visible under the sheet and
her hips rocked forwards, trying to increase the pressure, and she bent her
head, nuzzling his neck and moaning as his talented hand teased her and rubbed
her until she thought she might just� Then that amazing hand was gone and she
felt him move away. Wanting more, hating herself for it but needing more, she opened her eyes and
saw he had let the gown fall to the floor. Without thng sng she let the sheet
drop and they surveyed each other for a long moment. Finally Malfoy spoke.

�I want you Granger.� He said huskily, and she shivered,
delighted. He stepped forwards and pressed himself against her, rubbing
Hermione�s breasts against his own chest and thrusting his hips gently against
hers. She responded instantly, moving forwards and bending her head to meet
his. They kissed long and hard, tongues meeting and wending into each others
mouths, hands roaming over smooth skin, fingers playing in long hair. Finally
they came up for air, panting and looking into each others eyes and Hermione
stepped back so suddenly that Draco almost lost his balance.

�What�� He began, but she was already picking up the book he
had thrown away and was leafing through it.

�I want this, Draco.� She said, blushing and looking up at
him, her eyes hazy with lust. �But I�m not going to make love to myself. It
feels wrong. I want my own body back.�

She expected him to protest but instead he nodded and sat
back down. She noticed he was breathing hard and knew how he felt. If she
hadn�t stopped then�She found what she was looking for and went back to him to
show him.

�Here. We can use a spell instead of another potion. The
potion has a higher guarantee of success but the spell can be done now. I don�t
know about you, but I don�t have any Momerath shell or Jitterbug feet in my
potion kit.� He shook his head, looking thoughtful.

�What�s the chance of success for the spell then?�

�Eighty-five percent.� She said, looking around. �Did you
bring my wand?�

�Yeah, in the gown pocket.� He said distractedly, looking
down at the spell as it was written. �Why don�t you let me do it?�

�No offence Malfoy, but I�m a better witch than you.�
Hermione said, retrieving her wand and checking it quickly for damage. �Here,
let me have the book.� She peered at the inscription, muttering it to herself
until she thought she had it. �Ah� well, we both have to say it anyway, so get
your wand.� Draco picked his up, and she held the book out.

�What do I have to do?� He asked. Hermione was surprised
that there was no sign of sarcasm behind his voice. She didn�t mention it
though.

�Point your wand at me and say the incantation. It�s simple
enough.� They pointed their wands at each other and on Hermione�s count began
to read.

�Reversi, concoctus, persona. Reversi, persona, alteri.
Reversi, concoctus, persona.�

On the last word their wands shivered and as they watched a
coloured strand wove out of the end of each; green out of Draco�s and gold out
of Hermione�s. The strands slid noiselessly through the air and wound
themselves around their hands, then looped around so that both of them were
entwined together with green and gold. They met each others eyes and Draco gave
Hermione a small smile before looking back at his wand. Hermione looked down
also, her head spinning with confusion. Why was he being so damn nice? This
entire morning was messed up.

Then the gold and green thread suddenly turned to smoke and
started to melt into their skins. Hermione gasped at the brief heat and saw
Draco wince beside her. She turned her head, meaning to smile at him, reassure
him, but then the room started to spin and she reached out with her free hand
and grabbed the bedpost, suddenly certain she was going to up-chuck all last
night�s meal. Beside her Draco did the same, feeling his head swim and his
stomach swirl. The room tipped and both of them lurched sideways, shoulders
rubbing briefly. Then the candles flickered and exploded, shattering into a
million pieces of wax, and the gold and green threads disappeared into their
arms completely, leaving them in total darkness.

Slowly the spinning feeling in their heads stopped and their
hands met in the darkness, groping for each other blindly. Then Draco�s voice
broke through the silence.

�Did it work?�

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Author Note �
There you go! Please review and tell me whether you think a) it was good and b)
they switched again. I haven�t decided if the spell has or hasn�t worked yet�
but if enough people want it one way I guess that�s where I�ll go!
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