Identities

Harry woke with a start. He had been having a dream. It had been a very strange dream. The dream was strange because it had been about him. Harry sat up and looked to his left to see if Ron was awake. The person he saw wasn't Ron, though.

"Lavender?"

"What Hermione?" Harry was about to say that he wasn't Hermione, but he looked down. He was wearing a nightgown. It was a frilly nightgown.

"Nothing." Harry went back to sleep, hoping that he was dreaming.

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Meanwhile Hermione woke up. She had been having a dream about Cho. Yech! I was actually enjoying that dream, too. I hate Cho. I don't know what Harry sees in her. Hermione sat up and was going to get Hogwarts: A History off her bedside table for some late-night reading, but it wasn't there.

"Lavender, this isn't funny. Give me my book back." Ron rolled over.

"Harry, did you just call me Lavender? I thought you liked Cho."

"I'm not Harry! What are you doing in Lavender's bed?"

"Lavender's bed? This is my bed! Wait, what do you mean you're not Harry?"

"I'm Hermione, Ron. Don't be an idiot."

"You're Harry. Now let me go back to bed."

"I'm not Harry!"

"What's going on? I'm trying to sleep." Dean Thomas had woken up.

"Harry says he's Hermione." it didn't matter what Ron had just said. Dean had fallen back asleep.

"Harry-"

"Hermione."

"Hermione, just go back to sleep."

Oliver Wood *sigh* barged in the room. "HARRY!! QUIDDITCH PRACTICE!!" Hermione figured she might as well play along with it.

"But it's three in the morning."

"Exactly! We're going to beat Slytherin this year!"

"It's Monday. I have Potions in a few hours."

"Exactly! Um, The Slytherins won't be practicing!"

"How did you reach that conclusion?"

"I have no idea. Come on, get up!"

"I don't feel well." Hermione was getting desperate.

"The Slytherins will think you won't play well. That way they won't practice hard. Now GET UP!"

"Why can't you practice without me?"

"Because it's up to you to win the game. GET UP!!!!"

"I need to finish my Potions homework."

"I GIVE UP!!!!" Oliver *sigh* stormed out of the room. *NO!* Hermione fell back asleep.

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Harry woke up to the sound of an alarm clock. Ok. he thought I'm not Hermione. I'm Harry. I'm lying in bed without a frilly nightgown. Somebody shut the alarm clock off. See, Ron just shut off Neville's alarm clock. I. Am. Not. Hermione. I'm Harry. He opened his eyes and looked down. No, frilly nightgown. I'm Hermione. Harry got out of the bed and suddenly realised something. Oh great. I have to wear a bra. So delightful. I'm so thrilled that I have been chosen to have this experience. Harry got dressed. *stop and think about this for a second* Then he headed down to the Great Hall. The first person he saw was himself.

"Hermione?"

"Harry?"

"You weren't lying last night, were you Harry- I mean Hermione?" They hadn't noticed Ron.

"No I wasn't lying!"

"Hello." Draco Malfoy had walked over to the Gryffindor table.

"Hello Ferret Boy," said Hermione. Being Harry has advantages.

"You shut your mouth, Mudblood," he whispered. Hermione was going to ask him what he meant, but all she had to do was look at him. He knows. Malfoy walked off.