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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
fifth episode and I was starting to feel a bit moody towards the end of the
last one so I�ve tried to make this one lighter! Its not so long I don�t think
and it ends somewhere I wouldn�t normally end it but I wanted to update sooner
rather than later. Review please, I�ll continue anyway
I know but its always pleasing to read what people think.

Switch me, witch!

Chapter three � Fire
burn

�Alohomora!�

�Oh my god!�

�Harry?�

�Malfoy?!�

�Oh shit��

Hermione blinked twice and her mouth dropped open. Blinking
in the sudden bright light and looking suitably shocked was Harry and her body,
currently occupied by one Draco Malfoy. For some reason something seemed
different, wrong. Then her eyes managed to forward the message to her brain and
she realised that what was odd about the situation was that both Harry and
�herself� were completely naked and Harry�s hand was shoved much further than
she thought was friendly between �her� legs. She gazed at them numbly for a
long moment and they gazed back, Draco�s mouth a startled �o� and Harry staring
at her. Then her heart began to thump and she suddenly felt tears welling up
and she fled, leaving the door swinging and Harry and Draco staring after her.

�Well, that was badly timed.� Draco said irritably. He was
adjusting Hermione�s robes and trying to make sure she looked decent and not
like she�d just been groped in a closet. Harry, pulling on a sock, looked up in
surprise.

�It wasn�t my idea!� He exclaimed. Draco shot him a look
that would have been much more effective if he hadn�t been trying to arrange
Hermione�s features around one of his own expressions. It came out more than a
little odd, and he looked down hastily when Harry cocked an eyebrow at him.

�Where are you going?� Harry asked as Draco pulled open the
door. Draco swung around and started to scowl but discovered he had a mouthful
of hair. Damn Granger, why can�t she tie it back? He thought angrily to
himself, spitting desperately to try and clear his mouth and clawing at
Hermione�s bushy locks until they were safely arranged over his shoulder. Her
shoulder. Whatever. He looked up and saw Harry staring at him, obviously
slightly freaked out. He tossed Hermione�s head defiantly, or in a way that he
hoped was defiant anyway, and glared at him.

�What?�

�Nothing.� Harry said. �Nothing. Are you sure you��

�I�m fine!� Draco snapped. He span around on Hermione�s
heel, very nearly losing his balance, and stalked out of the door and in the
direction Hermione had run off in with his body. He wanted a cock between his
legs and he wanted it right now.

Not like that.

Well.

Not like that at the moment anyway.

No! Not like that!

Hermione huddled herself up a little smaller on the toilet
seat in the girls bathroom and wished she�d had the foresight to remember which
body she was in relation to which bathroom she should be in. It was the break
between lessons and the mirrors were crammed with girls fixing their hair and
chattering inanely. Hermione pulled her feet farther up to hide the fact that
Draco�s feet poking out from under a bathroom stall were hardly a common sight
in a girl�s toilet and sighed inwardly. Somehow she�d never noticed when she
was in her body and could just walk out and participate in the chatter going
on, but girls didn�t half seem to go on. Why didn�t they just shut up and go to
their next lesson?! This was hardly the most comfortable position she�d ever
been in, she thought grumpily. Her knees were starting to ache because she was
hugging them too close to her chest to stop her feet slipping off the seat of
the toilet and her back was pressed uncomfortably against the cistern.

The door from the corridor and she sighed again irritably.
People just kept coming in! She needed everyone to leave so that she could
sneak out without causing uproar in her currently male body and she could
hardly do that if people kept coming�

�Hi Hermione!� She heard Parvarti chirp suddenly and she
looked up in shock, staring at the cubicle door... That cheeky� that blasted�
that fucking bastard! He was here!
He�d followed her! After she�d seen him� seen him� tears threatened to well up
again and she choked them back, desperate not to make a sound. If only Draco
would just leave with the others she could escape back to her bedroom, his
bedroom, any bedroom, and lock the door and lie down and just sleep until
everything had righted itself. He didn�t know she was here� One of her feet
slid forwards slightly and she nearly overbalanced, crying out before she could
stop herself. Instantly she froze, arms outstretched to the small walls of the
cubicle, one foot halfway off the seat, swaying slightly as she tried to right
herself and not move at the same time. She heard her own footsteps coming
towards the door and shivered despite herself. And then anger washed over her.
Why was she hiding in here, hiding from the person who�d done the wrong to her, not the other way around?! Glancing
down she could see the hem of her own robes and her sensible black shoes, and
suddenly she was very angry, very angry indeed, and she stood up suddenly and
threw back the bolt on the door with one large pale hand and jerked open the
door�

And was pushed back roughly by herself, pushed until she
stumbled and lost her balance and was forced to sit down very suddenly on the
toilet seat again. Draco in her body swung around, slammed the door shut and
bolted it before turning around and fixing Hermione with a glare that would
have been a lot more effective if the face he was wearing was made more for
scowling. Evidently he saw the look she gave him as he frowned even more and crossed
his arms.

�Don�t you have any suitable facial muscles at all, Granger?� He hissed petulantly. If
the circumstances had been less weird and she had felt less like bursting into
tears, Hermione would have giggled. She�d never realised she could look so much
like a disgruntled little girl but Draco was pulling it off to perfection,
although he evidently meant the pouted lips and furrowed brow to be menacing,
not hilarious. But anger was still bubbling up inside her chest she glared back
at him, enjoying how he visibly flinched. Draco�s face was obviously much
better made for looking foreboding she thought to herself bitterly.

�What the hell do you think you were doing Malfoy?� She
asked quietly, staring at him passively. He squirmed a little and suddenly
Hermione realised she was quite short really. There was an urge from the back
of her head to pick herself up. Somehow her own petite frame was making Draco�s
body feel overly protective. Very bloody typical � all she wanted to do was
wring his neck but the body she was in was broadcasting �I�ll comfort you�
signals.

�I was� I� well�� Draco stuttered over his words and
Hermione sat there, watching him, her feelings of despair mounting up and the
choking feeling in her throat coming back. He had no excuse. Had she even been
expecting a rational answer anyway? Some wonderful excuse that would explain
why she had just discovered herself
getting fingered by Harry Potter, one of her best friends, in a closet? How
completely stupid of her she thought.

Draco tried to think fast. He was using Hermione�s brain and
he was trying to use that to his advantage but it wasn�t working. All he could
concentrate on was the mounting feeling of unhappiness and guilt in his chest.
He didn�t normally feel like this. Not even when he did something much worse
compared to a little fooling around in a cupboard. But for some reason
Hermione�s body was throwing all sorts of emotions at him and although he tried
desperately to get a coherent sentence, he just couldn�t seem to get past the
whirling pool of hormones that wanted to claim him for their own. He struggled
visibly and had almost decided to give up when suddenly his head started to
spin and he had to reach out and put a hand on the wall to steady Hermione�s
body, but it didn�t seem to make any difference and he stumbled� his vision
blurred and he had time to register that Hermione had suddenly tried to stand
and then sunk to his knees when the
world went black and he keeled over.

�Granger�?�

�Malfoy.� Hermione opened her eyes and then groaned.
Instantly a hand moved over her mouth and choked the sound, pulling her
backwards at the same time until she was half lying, half sitting against a
broad chest. She tried to turn and another hand appeared on her thigh, keeping
her still. Now her vision was clearing and she realised she was still in the
bathroom cubicle. She was on the floor though, the toilet pressed uncomfortably
against her right leg and her other leg kept from stretching under the next
cubicle by the hand firmly grasping her thigh through her robes. Hands� her
heart skipped. The hands holding her, one covering her mouth also, were large,
pale, and male. And when she looked down at herself she was relieved to see she
was wearing Gryffindor robes and her own small white hands were curled up in
her own lap. Thank god.

�We changed back.� Draco whispered in her ear and she
started slightly, remembering it must be him who was holding her. Her heart
skipped another beat and she swallowed against his hand, not feeling the slight
movement he made at the feel of he lips moving against his palm.

�Mmpf?�

�You can�t make a sound Granger. You don�t know the trouble
I could get in for being in here, and now that I�m officially myself I�ll have
to suffer the punishment even though it�s your blasted fault we�re in here. So
you be quiet or I�ll hex you, all right? Okay?�

She nodded and he slowly removed his hand from her mouth.
She shook her head slightly to clear it and then twisted slightly so that she
could turn her head to look at him. It didn�t work � he�d moved his hand from
her mouth to his waist and was holding her hard against him to stop her moving
suddenly. She could only move so that her head was resting on his chest and her
hips were twisted around a little uncomfortably. Her head was still spinning
and so she lay for there a moment, trying to think of what to say. She wanted
to move, she�d never been quite so close to Draco Malfoy in her life, she felt
like she was practically melting into his skin, but at the same time it was
sort of� cosy. He wasn�t half as bony as he often looked to her, and the warmth
from him was seeping through her robes and protecting her from the chilly stone
floor. She felt rather than saw him move the hand he had curled around her
stomach, draw his wand and mutter a silencing charm around the small cubicle.
She started to turn, started to ask him what he was doing, and then he moved
the hand on her thigh slightly and her breath hitched in her throat. She tilted
her head slightly and then they were looking at each other, Hermione�s deep
brown eyes staring up into Draco�s stormy grey eyes. Her eyes flickered over
his, searching, and when he bent his head to hers and pressed his lips against
hers she made a soft noise in her throat and he groaned into her mouth, tossed
his wand into the corner and covered her throat with his hand, feeling her
pulse beating wildly under his fingers. He moved his hand down, over the neck
of her robes and then further down, cupping her left breast in his palm,
running his thumb over her nipple and being rewarded with another soft noise
from Hermione. She arched her back slightly, forcing him to touch her more
firmly and he moved his hand again, pushing her robes off her shoulder and
remembering suddenly that of course, he already knew that she was naked under
those robes didn�t he? She obviously hadn�t remembered though as she suddenly
jerked back at the feel of his hands on her skin and stared at him, mouth
slightly open. He wanted to kiss her again, badly, but the look on her face was
shocked and he cursed himself. Now she was going to storm off and he hadn�t
even managed to touch her when he was outside
her body�

Hermione suddenly stumbled to her feet; hands outstretched as
she groped at the wall and steadied herself, clutching her robes closed. Her
head was spinning even more from getting up so suddenly and black spots danced
in front of her eyes. She heard Draco stand up behind her and she mentally
kicked herself. What was she doing? Letting him kiss her, letting him touch her
when not five minutes ago he�d been� he�d been� the memory of seeing herself
and Harry in the closet came swimming back and she blinked back tears, gasping
in a breath. How could he? How far would he have gone if she hadn�t found them?
And now he was trying to do exactly the same thing to her, how could he have
the nerve�

She spun around fiercely and her hand swept through the air
and slapped against his cheek before he had time to register what had happened.
His head rocked back and for a moment he saw red and grabbed for her, snatching
at her wrists and pinning her back against the wall with her arms above her
head, their faces dangerously close again. This close Hermione was viciously
pleased to see that already a handprint was forming on his cheek and she
sneered at him, enjoying his shock and his anger.

�Bitch!� He hissed, and she laughed, glad of the silencing
charm.

�You deserved it. You deserve much worse Malfoy! How could
you fucking dare��

�How could you
fucking dare, you cunt?� He spat, and she recoiled from the word before she
could stop herself, but he didn�t even seem to notice. �It�s your fault we�re
stuck like this! Switching bodies! You think I�m enjoying this? I wanted to
hurt you, and I�ll hurt you some more before this is over for hitting me you
filthy mudblood slut, before this is over you�ll wish you were dead.� He was
close now, too close, his legs between hers, forcing them apart as he leaned
into her, shoving the words in her face, wanting to make her cry and beg and
plead for him to stop Malfoy, just stop� but then the bitch laughed at him
again and he felt his pulse rising. He knew he was hurting her, his fingers
digging into her wrists, his legs forcing her knees apart until he was sure if
he stepped back she would fall to the floor before she could catch herself, but
she was still laughing at him, and he noticed suddenly that she was crying as
well, tears dripping down her cheeks as she laughed, and suddenly he was
scared. Granger had never been like this. She was meant to beg him to let her
go and then scurry back to Gryffindor, not laugh like this, pressed against the
wall and not seeming to care, laughing into his face�

He did the only thing he could think of to shut her up and
stop her doing that horrible, scary, crying and laughing at the same time thing
she was doing. He leaned forwards and kissed her fiercely, crushing her lips,
forcing his tongue into her mouth and stifling her half sobs, half choked
laughter. He made the mistake of releasing her hands to grab her waist and pull
her against him hard and before he could register the mistake she had raked a
nail down his cheek, drawing blood. With a sudden hiss of pain he pulled off
her and before she could collapse at the shock of him suddenly not holding her
up anymore he had ripped open her robes and torn them off her shoulders,
leaving her naked and pressed against the cold stone in just her panties. She
crossed her arms over her breasts in shock and stared up at him, her cries
hushed completely, and he bent over her, his arms on either side of her on the
chilly stone to stop her reaching the lock on the door, breathing hard and very
aware that the sight of Hermione Granger pressed against a bathroom wall, her
full breasts barely contained by her desperate hands, was going a long way
towards explaining the throbbing erection that had appeared in his pants. He
leaned forward into her, pushing his hips against her, knowing that she would
be able to feel his cock clearly through his robes and loving the interesting
horror in her eyes when she realised what was pressing against her stomach. He
gazed down at her, nearly naked and perfect, untouched, shivering in his arms,
and he knew how he wanted to hurt her now.

�Come on Hermione.� He breathed against her neck and she
shuddered. �You want to learn about how people dare do you? Do you? I�ll show
you how far I dare. I�ll show you just what I dare, you filthy mudblood.�

�Don�t touch me.� She said quietly. He laughed softly and
whispered in her ear.

�Too late.�
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