A Change'll Do You Good

"DRAKEY-POOH!" an annoyingly familiar nasally voice filled the air and Draco's eyes widened in terror. No! Of all the people to recognize me! he thought. Pansy squealed with joy and raced at him and Draco prepared himself for the hug that he knew was coming.

But it never came.

Pansy raced passed him straight into the arms of...Draco Malfoy? Draco's eyes widened as he watched Pansy hugging him, then narrowed in anger.

Hermione was completely unprepared for the blonde to attack her. "Pansy...let...me...go!" she cried, holding the girl off before the blonde could kiss her.

"What's the matter, my darling?" Pansy asked.

"Everything!" Hermione squeaked.

"Pansy," a very familiar voice cut in. "I need to talk to...Draco."

"Well, Draco doesn't want to talk to you, Mudblood," Pansy sniffed.

"Oh, believe me, Draco does want to talk to you," Hermione said with a scowl as she examined herself. Pansy sent Hermione's body an Avada Kadavra glare and flounced off. Hermione grabbed Draco's -- her arm -- and dragged him in her body to the Head Car.

The two faced off silently for a while then spoke. "Who are you and what are you doing in my body?" Hermione and Draco cried at the same time. They sent death glares to each other. "Granger," Hermione's voice said.

"Malfoy," Draco's voice responded. "Give me my body back."

A smirk crossed the face that was Hermione's. "Actually, Granger, I find this body quite...comfortable," Draco stated.

"You--you ferret!" Hermione scowled.

"Is that the best you can come up with, Mudblood?" Draco asked.

Draco Malfoy's eyes narrowed as Hermione glared at her body. "We'll see...you do know that as long as you're in my body, I'm in yours," Hermione stated.

"Yeah, well, I know how much you must have wanted to see it, Granger," Draco stated.

Hermione shuddered in disgust at his comment. "And that means that everyone will think I'm you," Hermione answered. "No matter what I do." Hermione's shoulders shrugged. "Even if I kissed, oh say, Harry Potter?"

Draco smirked. "Always knew you had a thing for the Boy Who Just Wouldn't Die," he stated and then his eyes widened as he realized what Hermione had just said. "You'd touch my perfect lips to Potty's?"

Hermione smirked as she noted the high pitch that her voice had taken under the direction of Draco. "I would, Malfoy," she said. "So you'd better give me my body before I feel the need for slash-y goodness."

"'Slash-y goodness?'" Draco asked.

"Er...well...it's a Muggle term for homosexual urges," Hermione stated and Draco shuddered.

"I always knew you Muggles were twisted..." Draco stated and he frowned as he witnessed his body blush. "No, no blushing! Malfoys do not blush."

"Okay, fine, I won't blush," Hermione stated. "B--but you've got to be like me too."

"Oh, that's easy!" Draco scoffed. "'I like books because you can learn things and I love to learn things so I can be an annoying little know-it-all when I'm not part of a kinky little ménage a trois with the Weasel and Potty.'"

Hermione glared at him. "That's not even remotely true!" she proclaimed, blushing.

"You blush too easily," Draco scowled.

"I wouldn't blush so much if you didn't say so many blush-worthy things!" Hermione shot back.

"If you're going to survive in Slytherin, you'd better not blush as much," Draco stated crossing his arms over his chest.

Hermione scowled. "Am I just in time for the ritual sacrifice of fluffy bunnies?" she stated, scoffing.

Draco smirked; Hermione was having trouble dealing with Draco in her body, when he kept smirking in such a Draco-like way. "Ritual sacrifices are so passé. Blood never comes out of silk, you know," he stated.

Hermione sent him a death glare.