- Rating:
- PG
- House:
- Riddikulus
- Genres:
- Humor General
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
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Published: 04/17/2004Updated: 04/29/2004Words: 3,898Chapters: 3Hits: 753
The Adventures of Scarhead Neville, ...
Lindsey and Cris
- Story Summary:
- It's quickly approaching NEWT exam time for the Hogwarts seventh years. Harry, Hermione, and Neville are taking Advanced Transfiguration with McGonagall, much to Neville's dismay. During a private practice lesson in the Room of Requirement, Neville casts a high level spell the wrong way, throwing the lives of a Head Girl, a Quidditch Captain, a Prefect, and himself out of order.
The Adventures of Scarhead Neville, ... 02
- Chapter Summary:
- Direct continuation of the first chapter. Hermione, Harry, Draco and Neville try their best to figure out just how in Hogwarts they've fallen into their current mess, and how they're going to fix it. But all that can be figured out in the morning. Well, Hermione can.
- Posted:
- 04/28/2004
- Hits:
- 226
- Author's Note:
- Quick note - while we were writing this, one of the hardest things we had to figure out was how to talk about the characters while switched (i.e. Do we use 'Draco' while talking about Hermione in his body? Or just 'Hermione'?) So, so as not to confuse you futher, here's how the switches brake down: Harry -> Neville; Neville -> Harry; Draco -> Hermione; Hermione -> Draco. So, when 'Draco' is mentioned, we mean 'Hermione in Draco's body'. Physical preference takes place, probably 'cause that's how others would still see them as. Sorry for any confusion ^^;;
Hermione (now trapped inside Draco Malfoy) and Harry (appropriately enough switched with Neville Longbottom) quickly rushed over to the book that Neville (now piloting The Boy Who Lived) had been looking at when the incident occurred.
Draco reached it first, slamming a hand down on the open page. Quickly, the book reacted, snapping its back cover down on Malfoy's hand. He held his hand there for a brief moment before the book spat it out.
The four of them stared at each other in disbelief.
"Nicely done, Granger," came Hermione's voice. Though it was Hermione's voice speaking, Draco had still managed for his drawl to seep through. "Looks like you gave Longbottom a Dark Arts book of Transfiguration."
"That's cracked," Draco muttered. "Why would there be a Dark Arts book in here?!"
Neville walked over to the bookshelf to examine a few of the other books. "Well, they are all on transfiguration. The room probably doesn't weed out the evil ones from the good ones.
"Semantics strikes again," moaned Potter as Neville rejoined the group.
"Hermione, er, Draco, whichever, do you think you could find out how to reverse it?" Neville inquired. "We do have a Quidditch match in a couple of days. I still need to take the team one more proper scrimmage."
Draco bit his bottom lip, an old habit of Hermione's. "I'll try, Harry, er, Neville, whoever. I'll go to the library first thing in the morning."
"So I have to be you for a whole evening, Granger?" Hermione spat at Draco. He looked down at Hermione's body. "My life's over, I'm a Mudblood." He ran his fingers through her hair with a repulsed look on his face. As he reached her neck, his face flashed in a flicker of inspiration. He regained his composure, hoping no one saw him break his poker face.
Draco glanced over at Hermione, and to his disgust, saw her hand sliding down the back of her robes. "Don't touch me, er, you--don't touch my body, Malfoy!" Draco finally managed to blurt out.
Neville grabbed Hermione by the collar, trying to forcibly restrain her. Hermione was laughing her head off. "Malfoy, if you weren't my best friend right now, I'd curse you so fast--"
"Harry!" Draco squealed. "I know this is probably the most insane of situations, but we have to try and keep our wits about us." He finished his sentence with a wickedly innocent smirk.
"Oh, right. Of course you're right, Hermione." Neville replied, letting go of Hermione.
Hermione was now perfectly silent, trying to guess where the unsaid conversation between the two was headed. Her face paled as soon as she came to the idea that made the two friends smirk like they had an inside joke.
"Granger, you wouldn't dare." Hermione declared.
Draco turned his back on Hermione, choosing his words carefully. He paced back and forth for a half of a minute before he spoke again. "Pain is temporary. Inconsequential, if you know the proper charm."
"Which she does," Neville chimed in. Hermione shot him a sideways smirk.
"Your future children, however, are currently in grave danger," Draco finished with a mischievous grin.
"Alright!" Hermione yelped, throwing her hands up in surrender. "You win, Granger. You'll get no 'bad touches' from me and my anatomy stays in tact."
Neville finally let out his howl of laughter that he had been holding back. Harry, just realizing what they had been alluding to gave a nervous chuckle. Draco beamed proudly. "It's a deal"
The room fell completely silent as Draco and Hermione's quibble settled. None of them needed to ask what anyone's thoughts were. They were all pondering how in the magical world this could have happened. It was Harry who finally spoke up. "We should be getting back now, it's nearly ten," he remarked.
They quietly and quickly left the Room of Requirement. They casually strolled out down the main corridor towards the entrance hall. None of them were really worried about being caught by Filch or a professor; that was the perk about half of their group being prefects, they could always claim they were coming back late from patrol.
Harry, Neville and Hermione were going up into the tower when Draco grabbed Hermione's arm.
"Malfoy, you need to tell me the password to Slytherin House."
"Why on earth would I tell you that, Granger?" Hermione said lazily.
"Because you stupid git, I have to be you until we fix this. How odd would it look for Draco Malfoy to be sleeping in the Gryffindor Tower?"
Hermione felt a bit stupid at not realizing this, but didn't let it show on her face. "Fine," she spat at Draco. "It's 'Hungarian Horntail'."
Draco looked amused, "I thought it would have been something like 'We like to drink the blood of our enemies'."
Hermione smirked at him. "That was last term's password, Granger."
Draco started his way down towards the Slytherin common room when he stopped, turned and said "Oh, by the way, Malfoy..."
Hermione turned again, Neville and Harry looking a bit apprehensive.
"I'm dating Ron," Draco smiled and gave a wave. "Have fun, boys."
Neville stood unfazed at Draco's parting comment. Harry's mouth hung slightly open while Hagrid could have used Hermione's shocked expression as a hiding place for Graap.
The three Gryffindors somberly marched back to their tower. Harry was still a bit perplexed and Neville felt a migraine coming on. It was several hallways before Hermione managed the courage to say, "You know, for a Head Girl, that Granger is bloody ruthless."