A Change'll Do You Good

Part 2:
A Change of Scenery

Hermione Granger awakened in unfamiliar surroundings. Her eyes blinked several times and adjusting to the bright light streaming in between the royal blue velvet curtains. She stared at the huge bed that looked to be about as big as her entire bedroom. This bedroom, if one could call it a bedroom, had enough space to comfortably fit a family of four in it. The floor was made of highly-polished white marble with threads of blue going through it, the marble sea was broken by occasional islands of exquisite carpets each looking more expensive than Hermione's house, two doors were across from the bed flanking either side of an alabaster fireplace, above the fireplace was a large wizard portrait of the Malfoys. What is a portrait of the Malfoys doing here? Am I in Malfoy Manor? Oh, God I hope not...this is just what I needed! To end up Avada Kedavra'd by Lucius Malfoy! Hermione stepped out of the bed, shivering as her bare feet ended up on the cold floor.

"Are you up, honey?" a woman's voice came and Hermione ran as fast as she could into the nearest door, slamming it and locking it behind her. Hermione, calm down, think. You're in Malfoy Manor...it's not like you're in Voldemort's stronghold, she thought. She looked around the bathroom she'd entered. This room had green marble with silver threading through it for a floor. Typical Slytherin. There was a small pool with green water and various silver faucets running around it, a green toilet with a silver flush, on the opposite side of the bathroom was a row of cabinets covered with the same marble as the floor, various wizarding hair care supplies, and a green sink shaped like a seashell with green faucets over it. Above the sink was a mirror and Hermione stared in shock at the image in the mirror's silver depths. Draco Malfoy stared at her. Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs, a high-pitched scream that was not her scream. This is definitely not my dearest heart's desire!

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Draco Malfoy frowned as he woke up. He scowled and rolled over in an attempt to fall back asleep, only succeeding in falling off of the bed. His eyes snapped open as he assessed his surroundings. He hadn't landed on marble but soft carpet and his bed had become tiny. Draco glanced around the room, spying strange large photographs that did not move. Draco poked one of the photographs with a long finger and frowned as none of the people on it moved.

Draco continued his perusal of the strange room and frowned as he noticed a desk with something on it. He walked to the desk and stared at the thing...it was gray with a black glass-like area on it, before it was a strange contraption with buttons that had letters and numbers on it, a little oval-shaped object was beside the letter-covered thing. His eyes left the thing to turn to a vanity with a mirror above it. Stuffed in the mirror's frame were several wizarding photographs. Mostly of Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. I guess I've found Creevey's secret shrine, he mused, walking toward the mirror. His eyes widened as he spied the reflection in the mirror. Puffy brown hair framed a heart-shaped face with wide brown eyes. "NO!" he screamed.

The door was thrown open and a woman entered the room. "Hermione, are you okay?" the woman asked, her voice worried.

Draco wanted to shout, "You stupid bint, do I look okay to you? I'm a Mudblood!" but he settled for a meek, "Yes."

The woman didn't look entirely convinced but changed the subject. "You'd better get ready, you wouldn't want to miss the train, Head Girl," she said.

Draco almost laughed at the absurdity of it. He was going to be Head Girl...and his body was going to be Head Boy. His eyes narrowed. I'm going to find out who stole my body or I'm not Draco Lucian Malfoy, he thought. He stared at his reflection. That was a very stupid thought. "Oh, good, I just love school so much," he said, mimicking the Mudblood whose body he now inhabited. His voice came out as Hermione's and sent a shiver down his spine. I'm going to kill whoever did this to me.

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Hermione was thinking the same thing as she glared at Draco's reflection. The fortune-teller was as good as dead, Hermione wasn't a violent girl by nature but Draco Malfoy brought out the worst in her. Ever since they'd first met and especially after that kiss, Hermione had spent many a sleepless night over that kiss. A slow smirk curved her lips (not unlike the one Draco often wore) as she realized that she could finally get back at the ferret that had made her life miserable for the past six years. Hermione had the feeling that Year Seven at Hogwarts would be very...interesting.

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