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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 Four

                The next morning Hermione woke to sunlight blazing through her window. She gave a guilty smile as she remembered what she had said to Draco the night before. Perhaps it wasn’t nice to goad him with the knowledge of getting her period. She felt it was worth it, for him being so horrible to her, not to mention she could see this as being a perk to being in Draco’s body. No period for two months. She was going to enjoy that, if nothing else.

                Hermione stood and walked from her room and noticed that Draco was still in his room. Probably still sleeping she thought snidely. Hermione plopped down on the couch and began researching as much as she could about counter potions as she could.

                She had been reading for only about a half an hour before Draco stumbled out of the bathroom, a brush in one hand.

                “Malfoy? How long have you been up?” She asked noting how the mass of hair on his head was even more unruly that normal.

                “Hours.” He said gruffly. “What in the bloody hell did I ever do that was so horrible?” He asked.

                “What do you mean?” Hermione said, a small smile on her lips, he looked ridiculous.

                “I woke up this morning being strangled by your hair.” He said.

                “Well, I usually plait it before I go to bed.”

                “Yes well, I went to the bathroom to attempt to tame this mane, and look at what happened! I look like a bloody banshee!” He screeched.

                “Yes and you sound like one too.” Hermione said childishly. Draco glared at her behind the mass of frizz.

                “Fine, I’ll fix it myself.” He sneered and turned around to the bathroom and slammed the door.

                “Good luck with that!” She said through the door.

                Draco stood in front of the mirror staring desperately into the cupboard that held numerous products, rifling through everything he noticed that nearly everything belonged to him. There was nothing wrong with that, he conceded, he liked to take care of his hair. Which was more than could be said about Granger.

                After sticking his head under the tap he wet his hair until it hung limply in front of his face, slathered a handful of goo into his hair(several kinds), and slowly point his wand at his head.

                Hermione chuckled to herself as she took more notes. She had barely read to the end of the chapter before she heard the door click open, as Draco stepped out her mouth dropped.

                “What did you do to my hair!” Hermione shouted. Draco stopped dead in his tracks and smoothed a hand over his hair, now frizz-less and shiny.

                “Controlled that beast.” He said smoothly, still slightly agitated.

                “Well, turn it back!” She said.

                “Excuse me?”

                “Turn my hair back.” She demanded.

                “Oh hell no, I won’t. I am not going to be walking around for two months feeling like I have a nest on the top of my head. I didn’t do anything wrong to it, a few simple charms and some product, so if you want to go back to looking like a damn member of the weird sisters, then by all means you can once you get your body back.” Draco said glaring at Hermione.

                “But it’s just easier to leave it alone.” Hermione said.

                “It’s easier to choke on your own hair, to try and peer through that forest of hair, than it is to spend ten minutes in the morning to do something about it?”

                “Yes!”

                “You make absolutely no sense! I had just assumed that you were like every other girl, you had tried everything in your power to make your damn hair settle. I just figured that you had given up because nothing had worked! Not that you didn’t care to do anything with it! What kind of girl are you!”

                “Just because I prefer to think about my intellect opposed to my physical appearance, does NOT mean that I am any less of a girl!”

                “Oh geez, Granger, yes it does!”

                “No it doesn’t!” She shrieked.

                “How doesn’t it! When was the last time you ever did anything girly? It’s pretty pathetic that the only time your body has been treated like a girl is when there is a guy in it!”

                “Go to hell, Draco!”

                “I will not! No wonder you are so serious!”

                “Excuse me?”

                “You are a bloody robot! You go to school, do your classwork, and be perfect for everyone besides yourself!” He shouted at her.

                “It’s not that easy!” She screamed back.

                “How isn’t it!?”

                “Because, everyone expects me to be perfect! No one sees me! They hear me, they read my papers, ask for my advice, but no one actually sees me!” She shouted. “I cannot neglect my studies for some kind of pipe dream of being pretty!” She stopped yelling, realizing she was breathing hard, glaring at Draco who had his hands on his hips.

                “You really think that?” Draco asked softly.

                “Yes. Because it’s true.”

                “No, you are just deluded into thinking that.”

                “Really? When was the last time you actually looked at me? Hmm? Prior to when you had no choice.” Draco contemplated that.

                “The day before the switch. You came out of your room and started studying.”

                “Exactly! The first thing you notice about me is that I’m studying, nothing else!”

                “Yes, you are right. But you should aspire to at least have someone notice you without seeing books first.”

                “I’m done talking about this.” Hermione said stiffly.

                “Well, I’m not, so you can just listen.”

                Hermione glared at him.

                “It’s unhealthy to spend so much time focusing on everything but yourself. You have zero confidence. You use those damn books as an excuse to hide. There is nothing wrong with just taking care of yourself besides sleeping and eating. When you get your body back you need to spend some time on you. Not Potter, not Weasley, no one but yourself. Trust me, you’d feel almost human.”

                “I didn’t know you cared.” Hermione said sarcastically.

                “Yeah well, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” Draco said before flopping down on the couch next to her and pulling one of the books towards him. He slowly began to make notes in his own notebook.

***

                After several hours later, with his eyes burning, Draco slammed his book shut.

                “I can’t do this forever. We’ve been at this for hours.”

                “Well, it’s necessary.” Hermione said. Rubbing her own eyes.

                “Yes, well I’m not you. I can’t pour over books for hours at a time and actually enjoy it. Listen I’m going to go get dinner. I already missed breakfast thanks to your hair, and all we had for lunch were the sandwiches those house elves delivered, and I’m starving.”

                “But I need your help!” Hermione said.

                “Fine, I’ll come back after I eat. I’m starving, understand? I just need to eat something. I can’t even concentrate.”

                “Fine.” Hermione snapped. “I’ll just do it all by myself.”

                “I didn’t say that! I’m just hungry.” Hermione refused to answer him and went back to reading her book with a vengeance. Draco stood, not willing to react to her attitude, rather he stood and walked from the portrait hole and towards the Great Hall, thoughts of a large bowl of French Onion soup on his mind.

                Hermione glared at his retreating back and went back to reading.

***

                Draco smiled as he noticed the Great Hall was practically empty, dinner hadn’t quite started yet. He started walking over to his usual seat at the Slytherin table before remembering that he wasn’t himself. He turned on his heel and headed over to the Gryffindor table. He settled on the bench, scooped himself a bowlful of French Onion soup, several rolls and began to eat.

                “Hey, Hermione!” Draco froze before slowly turning around in his seat and saw none other than Potter, Weasley, and Weaslette walking towards him.

                “Bloody hell.” Draco muttered to himself, he mentally prepared himself as the three of them joined her at the table.

                “Long time no see, Hermione, can’t even spare some time to visit your friends. Becoming Head Girl has really gone to your head. Speaking of heads, what happened to your hair?” Ron asked.

                “None of your business.” Draco snapped.

                “Excuse me,” Ron said in feigned annoyance. Ginny sat down next to Draco and took a glance at his plate.

                “Uh, Hermione? Everything ok? I thought you didn’t like French Onion.” Draco froze with his spoon halfway up to his mouth.

                “I-uh-just grabbed the first thing closest to me. It isn’t that bad.” Draco said, attempting to address Hermione’s friends as her. He looked up and noticed that the girl Weasley was staring at him strangely.

***

                “Aha!” Hermione said, excitedly. She read the passage she had just read a million times.

                “Got you, you little bugger,” she said before rushing from the common room in search for Draco.

***

                Draco sat there quietly while she listened to the two other boys talk around him. It took him several forced attempts not to comment on their stupidity aloud. Draco found himself staring at Weasley in disgust as he attempted to talk around a mouthful of food, there was more food waiting on his fork for as soon as he managed to swallow. Draco couldn’t resist anymore.

“Must you be so damn gross.”

                “There you are Hermione!” came a very forced voice from behind him. Draco slowly turned around and faced none other than the real Hermione.

                “Since when did you call her ‘Hermione’, Malfoy. Finally get sick of calling her mudblood?” Harry spat at who he believed was Malfoy. Draco saw Hermione flinch at Potter’s tone towards her. He rolled his eyes and jumped out of his seat.

                “What do you want, Malfoy” he said in his best Hermione imitation.

                “We-um-have to gather the rest of the prefects and come up with a rounds agenda for the week.” Hermione said in a rush.

                “Fine.” Draco stepped away from the table, glancing back at the three Gryffindor’s sitting at the table. Both Potter and Weasley were shooting death stared towards Hermione’s back, while Weaslette was staring at him with a look of confusion. Draco gave a noncommittal shrug towards Weaslette and followed Hermione out the door.

                Ginny turned to the two boys in front of her.

                “Hey guys? Did you notice anything weird about Hermione and Malfoy just now?” Both boys looked at her dumbly. She simply rolled her eyes, cast one more glance towards their backs before turning back towards her lunch.
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A mile in your shoes