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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.

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

Author Note � The
third instalment and we find out� did the spell work?

Switch me, witch!

Chapter three � Eye
of Newt

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?�

They both sat up and lit their wands. In the thin light they
stared at each other, and then Hermione blushed deep red and reached for the
bed cover that lay between them, meaning to cover herself. Draco was faster �
he pulled it away from her gently, holding his wand up so that the light played
over her naked skin. He drew in his breath in a hiss of appreciation and met
her eyes.

�Granger�� He started, and cleared his throat. �I�ve got to
say, you�re even more tempting from the outside.�

Hermione�s mouth fell open and she gaped at him, trying to
think of something to say to him. If she was honest with herself then� he
wasn�t at all bad himself. Seeing herself in his body had been entirely
different to this. Before, in his body, her posture had still been feminine and
nervous. Now he lay there, leaning back on his elbows, looking at her with no
look that Ron had ever given her. She had glanced down before she could help
herself and realised that he was half-hard, and he wasn�t trying to hide it
from her.

Draco saw the look she gave him and how she ran her eyes
over his body, and sighed inwardly. Good little Hermione Granger, can switch a
guy into her body and be okay walking around in his naked body, but can�t help
blushing when she sees that same body from the outside. He let her look a
moment longer and then decided was enough. He was already most of the way into
a pretty good erection and he didn�t want to waste it on stuttered explanations
and protests. He wanted Granger in his arms, writhing beneath him and saying
his name when she came. And from what she had said before deciding she wanted
her own body back first, he thought she wasn�t going to put up much of a fight
anyway.

He leaned forwards and was an inch from pressing his lips
against hers, seconds from deciding whether or not she�d let him tongue her
again, and then she drew back, startled, and shimmied out from under him.

�What� you said�� He began, but she shook her head violently.

�No. No, I don�t know what I was thinking but� no.� She got
up quickly, grabbed her gown and wand from the floor and ran before he could
stop her. She was out of the door and it was swinging closed before he was even
on his feet. He kicked the wall in frustration.

As he hopped in a circle clutching his foot he cursed
himself, his goddamn stupid ideas and Hermione Granger. Hermione Granger most
of all. He had had almost every Slytherin female that could be called
attractive, and some of the ones that couldn�t, so how had one prissy little
Gryffindor muggle managed to escape him? She had wanted him, he thought she
had� she had definitely said she wanted it when she was in his body, but then
when they changed back� was that all it had been? Had she just said it to get
him to let her change back?

He sat there musing this until Goyle came and told him
breakfast was almost gone and was he coming? He said he was, and Goyle left.
Draco sat on his bed a moment longer, trying to sort out everything that had happened.
He didn�t remember ever wanting Hermione Granger before. She was plain. She was
muggle born.

She had a great pair of breasts.

No!

He wasn�t going to think about her like that. Sure, they
were pretty great, but he�d seen plenty breasts that were bigger, rounder,
firmer� He sighed. But Hermione Granger had still managed to hide a truly
amazing pair for seven years, so maybe the best things came in unexpected
packages. It was true he was bored with Pansy�s breasts, and Sarah�s, and Gerta�s,
but that wasn�t really a problem. They still had them ready when he wanted to
have a little fun.

He stood up and got dressed quickly. Well, thank god that
little episode was over, he thought to himself. In fact, he was rather proud of
himself for handling it so well. Loads of other guys would have panicked and
started cursing everything in sight but no, he�d remained cool and calm.

He went down to breakfast, ate, and was on his way to class
when he began to feel dizzy. His head span and he reached for the wall, Goyle
and Crabbe suddenly rushing to his side, Pansy trying to take his arm and him
shaking her off� suddenly the room swam with colour and he keeled over,
unconscious before he ehit hit the floor.

Hermione watched Draco leave the Great Hall out of the
corner of her eye and breathed a sigh of relief when he left without trying to
talk to her. She was thoroughly embarrassed about the whole thing. Draco Malfoy
had seen her naked! And Harry wasn�t helping matters. He insisted on asking her
about the potion, and she had to lie and say nothing seemed to have happened.

�Lavender said you weren�t well this morning.� He said,
frowning slightly. �Are you sure you�re all right?�

�Yes! Yes, just� you know� girl stuff.� She mumbled. Harry
blushed hotly and started talking to Ron avidly. Hermione couldn�t help
grinning. Why were men so iffy about the time of the month, she asked herself.

They got up to go to Transfiguration and Harry was just
about to walk through the doors of the hall when e heard a muffled thump from
behind him and Ron yell. �Hermione!� He turned quickly and was in time to see
Ron bend to where Hermione had crumpled to the floor, and then the crowd
leaving the hall swept around them and he had to fight his way back to Ron,
elbowing a fifth year and not even noticing. As the surge of bodies parted
around Hermione, Ron and himself he took the chance to kneel beside Hermione.
She was lying in a heap of robes and books and her normally pink skin was pale,
her eyes closed and the lids starting to look blue and bruised. Ron was patting
her cheeks frantically, saying her name.

�Mione. Come on, wake up. Harry, what�s wrong with her?� Ron
asked desperately, looking up at Harry briefly. Harry shook his head, feeling
for a pulse but already knowing she had just fainted. Her eyelids were
flickering and�as Harry watched he thought he saw� it was stupid though. As she
laid there, Ron trying to shake some like into her, Harry thought he saw her
face flicker, like an old muggle
television. Then it was gone, and when Harry lifted her head slightly, gently,
she just slumped back into Ron�s arms. Between them they managed to lift her
and carry her as far as the entrance hall, where they met Professor McGonagall
and she immediately took over, levitating Hermione the rest of the way to the
medical wing, where Madam Pomfrey looked her over and reassured them.

�She�s just fainted. Probably overworking herself. She�s not
the first I�ve had in here when it gets near exam time. She�s starting early
but I suppose with Miss Granger�� Madam Pomfrey smiled at the boys and they
smiled back. �We all know how much she loves to push herself!�

When she had bustled off Ron told Harry he was going to go
back to the entrance hall.

�Hermione�s books and bag are down there. I better get them
before Malfoy swipes them.� He said darkly, and disappeared, leaving Harry to
sit beside Hermione and watch her breath. She looked like she was asleep, apart
from the bruising on her eyelids and her pale skin, which Harry supposed was
just from overwork. How had Ron and he not noticed? But� like Madam Pomfrey had
said, Hermione was always working harder than everyone else, and it was
probably just the added stress of being head girl that had pushed her over the
edge this time.

He looked up at a noise near the door. Crabbe and Goyle were
staggering in, holding Draco Malfoy between them. Harry sniggered. He wished
Ron were here; he�d be as pleased as Harry to see Malfoy obviously unconscious.
He must have finally picked the wrong fight Harry thought. He looked down at
Hermione. It�d probably cheer her up to hear about it when she woke up he
decided.

Draco was aware of sounds before he was aware of the light.
He could hear murmurings nearby, words he couldn�t make out, and he fought to
wake up properly so he could hear what was going on. As he swam through waves
of consciousness he started to see pinpricks of light beneath his eyelids, and then
sounds became louder and he could hear the nurse, Madam Pomfrey, talking.

�Just put him down there boys. Yes, that�s right. Another
case of overwork I suppose. Honestly, this is ridiculous�� Her voice faded
away. Draco wondered who they were talking about. The he heard Crabbe talking.

�Heh, heh! Draco, overworking!� He laughed, and Draco heard
Goyle laughing as well. Pair of trolls, he thought distractedly, because his
brain was taking it�s time catching up. If Crabbe and Goyle were talking about
him overworking, and Madam Pomfrey was around, then he must be in the hospital
wing. What had happened to him then? He remembered going to breakfast and
steadfastly ignoring looking at Granger, and then getting up, walking� and then
nothing. He was practically fully awake now, but he kept his eyes shut. Surely
he hadn�t fainted? That was more the sort of wussy thing Potter would do, he
thought to himself, smirking inside. No, Potter, or maybe that red haired
friend of his, had probably cursed him while his back was turned, and got a
lucky shot in. Sort of cowardly thing Potter would do as well, he thought. He
could hear more voices now, and� who was that? It sounded like� but why would he be here?

�Has she woken up yet Harry?� He heard. That was Weasley,
definitely. You could practically hear the poverty.

�No, nothing yet. Still, she probably just needs a good
sleep. You know what she�s like when it comes to work.� That was Potter, but�
what was he so close for? Draco started to wonder what exactly was up. Potter
here, possibly by his bedside if he was hearing right, and Crabbe and Goyle
over the other side of the room? He could still hear the two goons muttering.
If Potter were really trying to curse him again while he thought he was asleep
then they must have noticed. So why weren�t they doing anything about it?

He decided now was the right moment to find out what the hell
was going on. He opened his eyes, sat up, and found himself looking Harry
Potter in the face.

�Aha ha! I knew it! You can put that away Potter, you��
Draco started to say you coward,
glancing down at where he expected to see Potter�s wand. Instead, he saw
Potter�s empty hands gripping the
side of bed, and, on looking up, Potter staring at him in a frankly worried
way. But it got worse. Potter was looking at him as though he cared about him.

�Potter..?� He said, and then realised he�d somehow worsened
the situation. Both Potter and Weasley, who was standing at the end of the bed,
were looking at him as though he�d just spurted wings and invited them to join
him in claiming the skies.

�Are you feeling all right?� Weasley said slowly, staring at
Draco anxiously. Draco stared back at him. Since when was Weasley concerned
about him? What the hell had happened
here?

�I�� He started, and then clapped a hand over his mouth in
shock. His voice! He� it was� and then a sinking feeling started in his stomach
and he looked down, a process which seemed to take an age.

�Hermione?� Potter said, obviously directing the unasked
question at Draco. Draco stared down at himself and ignored Potter. Shit. He
definitely hadn�t had breasts or Gryffindor robes when he left the great hall
that morning. So unless this was some amazing prank that Potter and Weasley
were playing�

He looked up then and across at the bed opposite his. What
he saw didn�t surprise him; his body, lying there motionless and almost
certainly now inhabited by a one Hermione Granger. Draco let his eyes close and
sank back onto the pillow, putting his hands � Hermione�s hands � to his
forehead and kneading angrily at the skin. Not a-bloody-gain!

�Hermione?� Potter was saying again. Draco opened his eyes
and looked at him malevolently. Oh, what he wouldn�t give to smack the
pretentious git between the teeth right now� he�d never see it coming from what
he thought was Granger� But the wanker was still talking.

�You� why did you call me that?� He was asking, obviously
concerned, and Draco remembered that of course Granger and Potter were on first
name terms. He screwed up his forehead and tried to look tired.

�I�m sorry� Harry� I don�t know what�s going on.� This was
true at least. �Do you think you two could ask Madam Pomfrey for some water
please?� He asked, trying to smile and gritting his teeth at how high his voice
was. Potter and Weasley exchanged a look but walked off with only one backward
glance at him. Draco pushed himself up in the bed and looked over at himself.
Crabbe and Goyle were sitting nearby but he supposed in this form they�d be
less than welcoming if he tried to talk to them.

This is just perfect, he thought bitterly; once again I�m a
girl.

Author Note � How
was that then? I got a bit of a mixed response as to what should happen, so I
did a bit of both. How was it?!
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