A Change'll Do You Good

Draco was in hell. That was the only possible answer to this. He was stuck as a girl, not even a pretty girl...but Hermione Granger. He shuddered. This was just...wrong on so many levels. He stared at the girl's reflection in the mirror as dread set in. He would have to look at Granger's pitiful, naked Mudblood self. This was definitely too much for a Malfoy to bear.

"Hermione, hurry up or you'll be late!" the woman's voice came from downstairs where she'd retreated.

"I'm hurrying!" Draco said. With a deep sigh, Draco clenched his eyes shut and took off Hermione's nightgown. He swallowed hard and fumbled for the dresser, he let out a muttered oath as he pawed at empty space. He prepared for the worst as he opened his eyes. The reflection greeting him wasn't bad...actually, it was quite...delectable. Who knew that Granger had a decent body under her uniform? Hell, he'd even date her if she weren't a Gryffindor...or a Mudblood for that matter.

That wasn't saying much considering his last girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson...he shuddered as he remembered the alcohol-induced one-night stand he'd had with Pansy in fourth year after the Yule Ball. He let out a low wolf-whistle as he admired Hermione's body in the mirror. "You know, if she actually wore something more revealing, she might actually get shagged," Draco said, scowling darkly at Hermione's voice. It was rather creepy to hear Hermione's voice narrating his thoughts.

"Hermione!" a male voice called. Draco scowled and dressed in Hermione's uniform. He shivered, he was wearing a skirt...he'd be the laughingstock of the entire Slytherin House...well, if they knew that it was actually him.

A wicked gleam entered Hermione Granger's eyes. No, they'd never think it was the Prince of Slytherin. The blonde was in Hermione's body, wasn't he? Draco Malfoy was now McGonagall's pet and Gryffindor's resident know-it-all. The sadistic glee filled Draco's new body and he chuckled darkly. He could do whatever he wanted and not get in trouble; he could ruin the girl's life.

Draco grabbed the trunk and struggled to move it an inch. What in the name of Salazar Slytherin did she have in that trunk!? He got a few feet before pulling too hard and falling flat on his bum...well, Hermione's bum anyway. Not that whose bum he'd fallen onto mattered much to Draco, it still bloody well hurt. He stood up, rubbing Hermione's rear. "Stupid Mudblood," he scowled.

His body protested as he attempted to lug the heavy trunk out of the girl's room. In anger, he threw open the trunk to examine its contents. His eyes widened as he examined the school supplies, school books, clothes and strange objects in the trunk. Draco frowned as he picked up one of the odd objects in the trunk.

The device was a circular...thing...with wires coming out of it; the thing had a slight gleam to it and felt smooth to the touch. At the ends of the wires were soft things that somewhat resembled earmuffs. There were strange buttons on the device and Draco pushed one, the earmuffs began to sing.

Draco's eyes widened and he carefully put the earmuffs on. His ears were immediately assailed by loud noises. The noises weren't unpleasant and not unlike the Weird Sisters. This was some kind of Muggle device that played music; he took out Hermione's satchel and carefully placed the device in it, making sure not to let anything happen to it to stop the song.

He then put all of the books unnecessary to school on the girl's bed and was relieved to find how much lighter the trunk was. He somehow managed to drag the trunk to the Muggle transportation thing. "I don't know if that trunk is going to fit into the car," the man said.

Draco examined the "car" curiously. So that's how Muggles got around without Apparating or broomsticks. The man winced as he lifted the trunk into the back of the "car" and the woman opened a door and sat down. Draco opened another door and sat in the back of the "car."

Draco's head bobbed to the music. The man got into the front seat and turned an object and the "car" roared. Draco yelped as the "car" began to move, he clenched his hands, his eyes wide with terror.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Hermione's mother asked and Draco nodded blankly. The "car" made its way through London and Draco had never been so glad to see King's Cross Station in his life. He stumbled out of the "car" and Mr. Granger placed the trunk on a cart. Draco directed the trunk to Platform 9 and escaped onto Platform 9 ¾.

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