Harry Potter and the Adventure He Affectionately Calls Life

"I'm sorry!" he yelled.

"You should be!" she yelled back from the bathroom. "You should be! If Harry found out, he'd be furious."

"It's always about him, isn't it?" Draco asked bitterly.

"It should be," Lana insisted. "He's my boyfriend, Draco, and I love him. And you have Ginny now, so get over this little crush you have on me, or end it with her because I don't want to see her hurt."

It's not a crush, Draco felt like telling her. Dammit, Lana Weasley, I love you. If I had had things my way, that towel you were wearing before would be lying on the floor, and you would have been in my arms on that bed of yours. "Look," Draco said, taking sorry. I didn't know you were wearing a towel."

She came out wearing a slimming pair of blue jeans and a black Hogwarts sweatshirt, her hair leaving wet stains on it. "I know. Sorry I snapped." She narrowed her eyes. "How long were you there for?"

"I heard you singing."

"Oh. Lovely."

In spite of everything, Draco laughed. "You got better," he said honestly. "You're sure as hell no Blaise or Granger, but you got better."

"It's the shower," Lana said, sighing dramatically. "It makes me talented." She flopped on her bed, her hair now leaving wet stains on the comforter. "Oh well. Hermione really is amazing."

"Alright?" Lana echoed. "Draco... she's brilliant."

"So she can sing." He shrugged. "Big whoop." He sat down next to her and sighed.

"What's the matter?" she asked him, sitting up and looking at him, concerned.

"Nothing."

"Are you sure?"

Draco nodded. He looked at her looking up at him, genuinely concerned about his well being. He leaned down to kiss her.

"Draco..." she warned. "Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you, but I meant what I said."

How does she not see it? He asked himself, his heart breaking in two. She thinks its a little school crush. "Sorry," he said smiling sadly. He stood up and picked up his broom. "I'll see you later."

"Okay," Lana said cheerfully. "Later."

Draco was about to fly off when she stopped him. "What?"

Las shower thing be our secret." She grinned again, laughing.

Draco nodded, not having any intention of telling Potter he saw his girlfriend almost naked.

"Now get out of my room," Lana said, laughing. "You're letting all the steam out."

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After leaving Lana's room, Draco knew there was only one place he had to go: Diagon Alley. He grabbed a small sack of Floo Powder from under his mattress and stepped into the fireplace. "Diagon Alley," he said clearly before scattering the powder. He arrived a few minutes later in Diagon Alley, looking around to find his bearings. Then he walked in the direction of Fred and George's joke shop.

The little bed cheerfully as he walked in. "Can I help you?" one of the twins said to his back. He turned around. "Malfoy!" the red-headed boy said, his voice registering surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I need some InstaChange."

"You're going to turn into Ron and break up with Hermione, aren't you?"

"No."

"You're going to turn into Harry and do something to Lana," the other twin accused, coming out of the storage room.

Draco wondered briefly if it was that obvious. "No," he lied.

"Then what do you want our InstaChange for?"

"Do you drill all your customers like this?"

"That's our business."

"Which twin are you, anyway?" he asked the twin wearing a blue shirt.

"Fred."

He pointed to George, dressed in green. "Okay, Weasley, listen to me."

"Why did you ask our names if you're calling to call us Weasley?"

"SHUT UP. I'll pay you four times the charge if you just give me the damned InstaChange without any more hassle."

The twins looked at each other. "How many, Mr. Malfoy? And what flavor?"

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Harry was sitting in the library when Draco walked in. "Good day, Malfoy," he said cheerfully.

"Don't talk to me," Draco said grumpily.

"Touchy, touchy. What's wrong?"

"YOU!" Draco snapped. "Look at you."

Harry caught a glimpse of himself in the window. "What?"

"You're untidy, you're ungroomed, and your hair is a mess."

Harry frowned. "So? I'm not dressing to impress anyone."

Draco sighed heavily. "What does Lana see in you, Potter?" he wondered aloud.

Harry laughed. "I'm not sure. I must have done something right to deserve her." He sighed contentedly, putting Quidditch Through the Ages down.

"Potter... could I give you a haircut?"

Harry covered his hair with his hands protectively. "No!"

"Oh, come on, what's the worst that can happen?"

"I look like a complete jackass?" Harry guessed.

"No comment."

Harry glared at him. "You of all people, Malfoy... I don't know..."

"What happened to the trusting Gryffindor?"

"You expect a Gryffindor to trust a Slytherin?"

"Yes," Draco said matter of factly.

Harry sighed. "Oh, go on then. But you're stopping the second I tell you to."

Draco grinned. "Agreed."

Harry didn't like that grin. Malfoy was up to something. Oh well, he'd let him cut one little bit and then stop him. Draco already had removed a pair of scissors from his bag. "Wait a minute! Why the hell do you have scissors in your bag?"

"Oh." He closed his eyes as Draco brought the huge scissors closer to his hair. He heard it cut and felt a lock of hair tickle his neck. "Stop."

"I knew it," Draco said, shaking his head at him. "You're so damn predictable. You're such a fucking Gryffindor. Fine, I'll go."

Harry stared at him in surprise. "You're actually going to listen to me?"

Draco shrugged. "Who appreciates grooming more than me?"

It wasn't until about an hour or so later than Harry realized the hair was missing. Maybe Draco threw it out.

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Draco refused to wait twenty-four hours for the potion to be ready. He set the InstaChange to chill before going to get Harry's hair, then added it into the potion. He took his clothes off and changed into the Gryffindor robes he had swiped for the Quidditch locker room. He put the spare glasses he had ordered from a catalouge on the dresser. Draco didn't need glasses, but Harry had them and he had to look just like Harry. When all that remained was the glasses, he drank the InstaChange. The Weasleys were right; it did taste like strawberries. Draco chugged it down eagerly. Almost immediately, he looked like Harry. I look ugly, he thought, depressed, as he walked to the Gryffindor tower.

"Harry?"

Draco whirled around. "Yes m-" He couldn't call her 'mudblood'! "Yes, 'Mione?"

"Where are you going?"

"Gryffindor Tower. You?"

"Same. I'm meeting Ron soon."

"Right." Draco didn't know what to say, so he looked at Hermione instead.

"What?" she asked, looking at him.

"Nothing," he said.

"You're awfully quiet."

"I have some stuff on my mind."

"Need to talk?"

She just offered her services so easily! Draco thought in marvel. "No. I'm okay." They stood in front of the Big Ugly Lady Dressed in a Really Ugly, Ruffled Pink Dress. "You want to do the honors?" he asked Hermione.

"Courage," she said.

They changed the password, he thought. But I could have gotten in through the window. "Hey, Hermione?" he called to her as she headed towards the girls dormitory. "Could you send Lana down? I need to talk to her."

Lana came down a minute later, her eyes shining at the sight of him. "Lana, my love, I have to tell you something, and it's so important, it can't wait another second."

Lana looked concerned. "What's up?"

"Not here," he said, taking her hand. "Upstairs." He pulled her to him and carried her to Harry's room. Thankfully Weasley wasn't there. He set her down on Harry's bed and looked at her.

"What?" she asked, looking at him strangely. "What?"

"Lana." He took her hand and kissed it. "I love you."

Lana's face melted into a loving smile. "I love you, too, Harry. You know that." She kissed him and it was pure heaven. Draco concentrated on nothing else except kissing her back. So what if she loved him as Harry and not himself? "But what was it you had to tell me?" she asked when the kiss was over.

Draco tried to remember. "I forgot."

Lana giggled. "Smart one, Potter."

"It's your fault, Lana," Draco whined. "You make me unfocused."

"Mission accomplished, then," she said, grinning as her lips found his. "Hmm... there's something different about you today, Harry Potter," she said, trying to figure it out. "But I can't put my finger on it."

"Don't worry about it," Draco said, kissing her hungrily. "Don't worry about anything." Draco opened his eyes and glanced for a second at the clock. He had roughly twenty minutes before he would start changing back. And he knew exactly what he wanted to do with his time. "Lana," he moaned, running his lips down her neck. She shivered with pleasure, and Draco grinned at what his touch could do to her. What Harry's touch could do to her. What Harry's touch as Draco could do to her. He left a fiery trail of kisses across her neck and the sides of her face. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" he whispered into her ear.

"No, she whispered back. "Tell me again."

Draco kissed her again, seeing that he now only had ten minutes. He kissed her long and hard, then reluctantly pulled away, smiling at Lana, her hair tousled and her lips bruised. He kissed her quickly, not wanting to be sucked into a kiss that would make him lose track of time. "I really have to go back to the library. I was studying before I thought of you."

ot; Lana teased. "You were reading Quidditch Through the Ages."

"That, too," Draco (as Harry) said, grinning sheepishly. "But I have to get back. It's the good chapter."

Lana rolled her eyes. "The whole book is the good chapter, Harry." She kissed him quickly. "Now buzz off before I make you stay here."

Reluctantly, Draco straightened his bed and walked out. He could already see his hands starting to transform. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and raced into the boys bathroom on the seventh floor. A few minutes later, Draco Malfoy walked out wearing Gryffindor robes. No one noticed, though, and he changed back into the Slytherin robes. He looked at the spare cans of InstaChange and the spare strands of hair. Soon, he promised Lana. Soon.