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A mile in your shoes	By : NicolaeAnna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter One

                “Granger?”

                “Granger?” The voice repeated

                Hermione squeezed her eyes shut at the voice, which sounded oddly familiar.

                “Granger!” Hermione’s eyes snapped open, everything was blurry. The ache in her head was suddenly throbbing and she closed her eyes again. Groaning she lifted herself off the floor into a sitting position. Slowly, once the pain in her head started to subside, she opened her eyes. Strewn around in front of her were several empty bottles, and a cauldron that had brown goop that had dried in the inside. For a moment she sighed at the thought of how hard that was going to be to clean out.

                “Granger?” Hermione’s eyes snapped to the person who was speaking, fully intending to tell them to shut up, until she saw who it was.

                She was staring at herself. Clothes wrinkled, hair standing on end, a little pale, but herself nonetheless.

                “Hey.” Herself said. Hermione opened her mouth and let out a high pitched squeal.

                “Do. Not. Do. That.” Herself spat at her, Hermione scrambled away.

                “Who are you and why do you look in like me!”

                “You should look in the mirror, Granger. You don’t look much like yourself either.” Hermione’s stomach dropped as she looked down at her legs. Long legs, wearing slacks. Slacks weren’t a part of their school uniforms, not for the girls at least. Hesistating she stood up, and looked down, the ground seemed so much further away. She stumbled to the bathroom and froze when she caught her reflection.

                Draco Malfoy was staring back at her. She opened her mouth and let out a blood curdling scream.

                “Must you scream like that?” Herself said behind her. “It makes my face contort and look funny.” Hermione whipped around.

                “Draco?” Herself nodded.

                “Yeah.”

                “What in the bloody hell happened?” Hermione shrieked. Draco covered his- her- ears.

                “I don’t know! I was hoping you knew!”

                “This is all your fault!”

                “How is it my fault! I didn’t force you to drink that stuff!” Hermione whirled back to the mirror and started poking at her face.

                “Oh my god, I look like you!” She cried.

                “Yeah, exactly like me.”

                “How can you be so blasé about this!” Hermione asked, still prodding Draco’s face. He chuckled.               “Believe me, I freaked out quite a bit before I woke you up.” Hermione walked around Draco and stumbled to where the cauldron was. She glanced down at the book that was lying open. She scanned the page and looked back to Draco in shock.

                “We did this on purpose!”

                “Like hell we did!” Draco responded. “There is no way in hell that I would willingly swap bodies with you!”

                “Well, looks like we apparently did.” Hermione scanned the page and read the instructions to the potion, her spirits rising. “It said that the affects will wear off in as little as twelve hours, we should be ourselves in no time.”

                “Uh, Granger, I doubt that.”

                “how do you figure?” She snapped.

                “Well, I got back to the dormitory around 10 o’clock last night.”

                “So!” Hermione said

                “So, even if we didn’t finish the potion until 5 hours later, which is doubtful, we still would have been back to our original bodies. It’s nearly 3:00 pm.”

                “WHAT!?” Hermione screeched.

                “Must you continue doing that!?” Draco asked. Hermione stood and placed her hands on her hips.

                “And would you put your bloody hands down, you are making me look a little less than manly.”

                Hermione dropped to the ground and began rummaging through the bottles on the floor. She picked one up, the color draining from her face as she held an empty bottle up to Draco, who took it.

                A look of confusion crossed his face, well Hermione’s face.

                “What is this?” He asked.

                “It’s called Twi-Dust. It’s essentially dust from a meteor that fell at some precise moment of the summer solstice.”

                “Ok, and?”

                “It is usually used for making certain potions last a great deal longer. Usually used in medicine to create a longer barrier against certain cancers that cannot be kept from spreading with simple use of magic.” Hermione said, as usual sounding like she swallowed the textbook.

                “And your point is?”

                “My point is, Malfoy, that it wasn’t a part of the potion. It isn’t on the ingredient’s list anywhere.”

                “You mean we’re stuck like this?”

                “Yes.”

                “For how long?”

                “I don’t know.” Hermione muttered. “At least until we can create a potion that counteracts this one.”

                “And how do we do that?”

                “It’s complicated, but I think we can manage.” Hermione said quietly.

                “So we are stuck like this.”

                “I already answered that. Yes.”

                “Great, just bloody well great!” Draco threw his hands up in the air. “And what do you propose we do in the mean time? Huh? Parade around the school pretending to be eachother!?”

                “I don’t see much choice.”

                “Oh hell no! I am most definitely not going to be prancing around school wearing a skirt! I just won’t go to class!”

                “You can’t do that! Those are my grades that you will be messing up! You will go to class and you will enjoy it! I will not have my grades tarnished simply because you decide to get me drunk last night!”

                They plopped down on the couch and were silent until Hermione spoke.

“We are just going to have to be mature about all of this. Live it out for a short while until we can figure out what to do.” Draco stood, nodded to her.

                “Well, I need a shower.” He stood and started walking away.

                “Are you insane? You can’t shower!”

                “Excuse me?”

                “You cannot shower! You will see me naked!”

                “Yeah, and?”

                “I don’t want you to see me naked!” She shouted.

                “Well, Granger, we’re just going to have to be mature about all of this.” He said before slamming the door in her face and locking it.

                Hermione stared at the door in disbelief. He was right, there was no way around it, she couldn’t very well walk around smelling horribly until they figured this out. And eventually they were going to see each other’s bodies, using the bathroom or dressing.

                Hermione pounded on the door and shouted through it.

                “So help me god, Malfoy, if you do anything indecent with my body I am going to kill you!”

                “Oh, get over yourself Granger, it isn’t as though I’ve never seen a naked girl before!” He shouted back through the door.

                Hermione groaned. “yeah, but I’ve never seen a naked man before.” She muttered to herself before heading to Draco’s room.

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                Draco stood in front of the mirror wearing only a bra and panties.

                “Not bad, Granger, not bad at all.” He muttered, inspecting himself. “Who would have thought you would have all of that underneath your robes.” He chuckled to himself. Reaching behind himself he unclasped the bra, with little difficulty, and let it drop to the floor. His eyes widened at the sight of Hermione’s breasts. For some reason he was expecting very average breasts, nothing like this.

                He stepped closer to the mirror and stared, her breasts were perfect. While on the smaller side, they were definitely perfect. Milky white, with small pink nipples. He glanced behind him to make sure the door was locked and cupped one on his hand.

                He lifted the other hand and cupped the other one; he massaged both for a moment and smiled.

                “This could be fun.” Before stripping the panties off and glancing down at Hermione’s most private place. “Very fun.”

***

                Hermione stood in front of the bathroom with an armful of Draco’s clothes, when the door opened. Draco pranced out, with a smile on his face, in nothing but a towel. Hermione’s suspicions were instantly piqued.

                “What did you do?”

                “Eh, a little something.” He said.

                “What did you do, Draco Malfoy!” She said louder. Draco rolled his eyes. “You touched me! Didn’t you!”

                “Hey, only a little bit.” He said, smiling. He reached up and grabbed his chest, Hermione’s eyes widened.

                “You know, I don’t see how you can have breasts and not play with them all day!” Hermione shoved his hands away from his chest.

                “Leave them alone! And I have enough restraint not to play with myself all day, I would ask you to refrain as well.”

                “Sure, sure,” He muttered, waving his hand. “I didn’t touch your lower lady bits, if that makes you feel better.”

                “Well it doesn’t! Keep your filthy hands off!”

                “Well, they would be your filthy hands, wouldn’t they?”

                “Shut up, Malfoy. Just stop touching me!” She said as she noticed his hands start to travel to his chest region again.

                He snapped his hands down again, with reluctance, and turned on his heel towards Hermione’s bedroom.

                “I’m going to get dressed. Feel free to poke and prod me as much as you like.” He called over his shoulder. Hermione blushed and entered the bathroom, shutting the door tight behind her.
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