Pass It On

Author: H.Puckle

Disclaimer: I own Nothing. J.K rules the Potter fandom

Distribution: Take please! Only get permission if you do (i aint gonna object!)

Rating: No smut but a fairly safe NC-17 (or 18 for us Brits)

Characters: Draco and Hermione.

'Ship: Its Het. Go figure

Plot: Hermione and Draco wakeup and realise something is wrong....REALLY WRONG!!

Authors Notes: Its lengthy and involved with loads of sex too! If your offended by it then you don't have to read (though u don't know what you'd be missing!!)
If you don't like it then tell me...i need the feedback on making it better!!
THANKS!!



@-,--'-- Pass It On --'--,-@

*When It's Done.
And All Of This is Gone.
Just Find The Feeling.
Pass It On.*




Chapter One :


I Am Colour Blind. Coffee Black and Egg White.
Take me out from inside.
I am Ready, I am Ready, I am Ready.
I Am.
-Counting Crows: Colour Blind


The Dismal sound of the rain spattering against the green-stained window woke her to her senses. It was earlier than her usual wakeup time, she was sure of that. There was no one she knew that would get up at (she stretched over and looked at the clock on the bed-side table) *6:30 am!* on a weekend!

She lay her head back on the pillows and sighed. She jumped slightly at the sound of her husky-morning voice, it was alot deeper than usual...she was probably getting a cold or something. She decided to snuggle deeper into the warm and inviting covers, pulling them upto her chin and burying herself deeper into the safe haven of her pillows.

This only served to cause her to stir from sleep more, as she smelt the scent of the air around her, and didn't recognise it as her own. She took in a big whiff of the covers she was sleeping in, and was horrified to realise that the covers weren't hers...and to make it worse, they smelt of mens cologne!

Hermione Jumped up from the matress as quickly as she could, now fully awake and completely panicked, thinking she had spent a night with a boy...and not just any boy! A boy in SLYTHERIN!

Everywhere she looked was green, from the bedcovers to the curtains, from the wallpaper to the carpet...she wrinkled her nose at the vulger picture above the bed, of a blond haired witch scantily clad in nothing but a Muggle thong, her pose was pornagrapgic as she was winking directly at Hermione...she felt disgusted.

She needed to find a way out...Head Girls did NOT wakeup in boys bedrooms like some prefect girls did (she could name a few...). She looked around her frantically, and ran for the doorknob. She could escape without anyone seeing her, afterall it was only early in the morning...she wouldn't be at all surprised if the Slytherin's slept in past noon.

Just as she was about to exit, her heart pounded furiously as she heard the toilet chain being pulled.

*SOMEONE'S IN THE BATHROOM!* she thought, with a panicked expression on her face.

But that someone would be the boy she spent the night with...the one she lost her virginity to (not that she knew she did...but what else would she be doing here?). She braced herself for the worst, and held her breath as the door to the bathroom opened, and through it stepped the one.

"Hey honey...your up early. I didn't wake you, did I?"


Hermione wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to run...but she also wanted to know what the HELL had happened!

"Pansy???" She asked, rooted to the spot. Shocked at the deep tone of her voice...obviously she had a cold coming on.

Pansy looked at her searchingly, she was wondering why there was a confused look on her face. Maybe Pansy was just as confused as Hermione was...but it still didn't help that she gave Hermione a sultry look and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

Pansy smiled sweetly, after a moment of silence. "Sweety, i think you need to go back to sleep...you look awfully ill" She then gave Hermione a very erotic grin. "Comeback to bed with me...I know the perfect way that'll help you sleep..." And she lay down on the bed and spread her legs, clearly wearing nothing underneath the skimpy nightgown.

Hermione wanted to be sick. "What the hell did you do to me? Did you drug me and bring me down here?" Her hand clung to the doorknob, she was scared AND absolutely terrified of even THINKING about what she had done.

Pansy's eyes held a confused glare. Did she not know what had happened either? She got up from the bed instantly and ran over to Hermione, before grabing her by the neck and bringing her lips forcefully down to meet her own.

Hermione blanched and attempted to pull away, but the no advail as Pansy's fingernails dug into Hermione's neck and caused her to almost yowl in pain everytime she tried to set herself loose. This was NOT, and this was not WHO Hermione thought she would be doing the first time she wokeup in a morning with her first lover.

*LOVER?* Her mind screamed at her. *PARKINSON IS NOT MY LOVER!* And with her final and most brutal attempt, she managed to set herself free from Pansy's grasp, and watched (slgithly dazed) as Pansy fell on her ass onto the stone cold floor.

Hermione wiped her lips hurridly, with a horrified look on her face, and without saying a word, she fled from the Slytherin room and managed to find her way into the dark common room. To her utter relief she found it empty, and immediately ran (almost out of breath at this time) to the stone doors that presently opened before her as she made her way out of the
Slytherin den.


@-,--'-- D&H --'--,-@


Whatever had happened, she needed to forget it. It was all in the past now, and that was all that mattered. Though she was not sure if Pansy would tell or not, seems as though she had a gob on her like Grawp, Hagrid's younger giantesque half-brother.

She ran along the corridors, only just noticing that she was wearing Slytherin pyjamas. She wore a horrified expression on her summer tanned face...how could she even WANT to wear such clothes?!
She also noticed -to her slight surprise- that her hair was not bouncing around her face as it normally would, but instead she was able to feel a cold breeze on the back of her head and neck, which caused her to curiously touch the area...which caused her alot more reason to panick, as she realised that her hair was gone.

"What the hell?!" she screamed loudly as she rounded the corner on her way to the Gryffindor tower, only she didn't see a hairy blur comming towards her, also looking as though it were in a panick. She also didn't realise that the hairy blur had knocked her off of her feet until she felt her back slam against the stone of the castle floor, a painful echoing sound erupting from around the walls and floor as they made impact with it.

Hermione closed her eyes and attempted to get her thoughts together. She rubbed her face with her hands and realised that the face she was touching was slightly more angular and colder than hers.

She heard a groan from ontop of her, and her eyes opened as she saw a girl lying there, her head on Hermiones chest...or lack of one.

*WHERE THE HELL ARE MY BREASTS?!* she thought miserably. What the hell was happening to her?!

"Watch where your going next time, dickhead" Came the angry voice from the girl (or what could of only been described as a moutain of hairy wasteland). Her head was still on Hermione's chest, but Hermione could feel the girls attempts to move.

"I'm not the one who needs to watch" Hermione was still a little confused by the tone of her voice. She thought she'd had a cold...but her nose would usually be sniffly and her throat would be sore...she didn't feel unwell at this moment in time.

Slowly the girl raised her head and looked at Hermione through her bushy hair. Her hazel brown eyes had grown very large, obviously the girl had just realised that Hermione was the head girl, and that the girl herself was probably in trouble for being up so early and not being dressed.

Hermione tried to smile at the girl, wanted to tell her that it would be ok, and that she wasn't going to tell...but instead all she could seem to manage was a smirk.

*hmmm...funny, i never usually smirk* She thought, when she saw the girl suddenly get extrememly angry, and lunge for her.

Hermione suddenly found herself fighting for breath as the girl straddled her suddenly and began to choke her, the darkness around the corridor shifting slightly as the laplights gaveway to the sunlight, and let the first flickers of sunrays spread thoughout the stone walls and floors.

"Get...off...me" Hermione gasped, and reached up for the girls neck. The girl flipped her hair back suddenly, and Hermione had a clear view of what she was grabbing onto.

Then Hermione's eyes met the girls...and suddenly she didn't want to choke her anymore.

She was staring at herself.

Hermione Screamed. The replica of herself let go and got to her feet, looking down at Hermione with furious eyes.

"Give me my body back!" The alien shouted loudly at her.

Hermione gave her a disgusted look. How DARE it make a replica of her own body, and then even dare to THINK that she would give up the fight willingly!

"NO! You've stolen a replica of me! I don't know what you are, or who sent you here, but you're not taking over me!" Hermione was suddenly on her feet, and stood in a fighting stance, her fists at the ready, her eyes closed and waiting for an attack.

She heard a dull echoing laughter from the imposter infront of her. It wasn't like her own laugh...it was almost evil.

"You have no clue, do you?" Said the replica.

When Hermione opened her eyes, she found that the image of her was leaning sideways against the stone walls, looking at her approvingly.

"What?" Hermione barked.

The imposter shook its head lightly, and then smiled. "I just didn't no i looked so good"

Hermione glared. "You are not, and you will never be, me!"

The replica rolled its eyes. "I think you need to take a look in a mirror"

Hermione raised her eyebrows, and at the same time wondered if her hair had always been that messy.

"Whats that supposed to mean?" She asked the intruder, still eyeing it warily. She had never noticed that her legs were so tanned...the self tanning lotion really had worked.

"Just take a look...i haven't got all day"

Hermione wrinkled her nose up at the icy tone of her own voice...though it obviously wasn't her voice if someone else was replicating her body.

Hermione looked around and found a window into a classroom at the other end of the corridor...but what looked back at her shook her to her core.

"Draco Malfoy?!"

"That's right, bitch. Looks like someone took April Fools day a little too far"

Hermione looked over at her own body in shock. The way he walked in her clothes was most unflattering, but that didn't really seem to register that well with Hermione, as she sank to the floor and looked at her hands...so cold and unforgiving.

"Don't bother asking me how, Mudblood. I don't KNOW how, but it sure as hell fucked my brain up and now all i want to do is change back into my strappingly handsome body and i can give this stench that i'm walking around in back to you...it sickens me to think how unclean this thing must be..." He sniffed the armpits and made a revolting look etch Hermione's features. "Do mudbloods not wash theirselves?"

Hermione didn't even want to look, nevermind answer. She was still in shock.

"What am i going to do?" She asked with wide eyes. "What are people going to think?"

Draco was looking around the corridor, up at the ceiling and squinting to the far end of the corridor. For some reason her eyesight was better than his...she could see far more than he could. Not that he would tell her that.

Hermione began to mumble as she got shakily to her feet. Everytime she closed her eyes she waited for the nightmare to end, and she would wake up in her Gryffindor room and see the familiar colours surround her.


"M-maybe we s-should go to a t-teacher now. They could s-sort it out for u-us" Hermione didn't really know what she was saying. She was staring into the window again seeing the long blond hair and grey eyes staring back at her. She noticed that the hair actually looked alot better than hers...it was longer too (although at the present time it was tied bak in a neat bun...the puff...) She wrinkled her nose, not liking boys with long hair.

"Do you really expect a teacher to get out of bed now and help us? ...and would they actually believe that we just woke up like this? You KNOW we'll get into ALOT of trouble for doing fuck all...afterall, your track record for meddling into spells isn't too successful, is it?" Hermione saw her own body smirk at her through the glass. She didn't like that look on her face, it was almost haunting.

"My track record?! YOU'RE the Slytherin, not me" Hermione said defensively, giving the boy in her body a scathing look.

"Yeah...but from where i'm standing, you're the trouble maker, not me" There was a menacing tone to her voice. But it was't HER voice was it? It was all the evilness coming from him.

What did he propose they did? Waited it out? Maybe they would change back tomorrow? Hermione laughed to herself, was he THAT stupid?

"Do YOU have any ideas?" Hermione turned around, silvery blond pieces of hair that hadn't made it into the bun whipping her in the face as she did so.

Malfoy was once again leaning menacingly against the wall. He'd done a great deal of thinking over the past three hours that he'd woken up in a repulsive Gryffindor room. He'd been in shock himself at first, but once he'd calmed down he had began to think. Not about much, but he could tell that someone had played a VERY BAD April fools on him.

He knew that the teachers wouldn't understand, and they themselves would take it as a joke, seems as though April Fools DAY seemed to carry on into April Fools WEEK at Hogwarts. Maybe he was best lying low for a week, and then going to Snape.

"We lay low" He said thoughtfully, unaware of how long he had been stood there staring at the wall opposite him.

Hermione's eyes widened in shock. "Excuse me?" Did he really just say that? 'lay low' ...in HER body?! ...Was he feeling ok?

But he was feeling fine. This would also possess the perfect opportunity to talk to Potter and Weasley and find out anything he could for his father...that would prove most pleasing to the older version of himself.

"We...lay...low" he said, as if talking to a small child. He folded the alien arms over the even stranger chest. There was no broadness...but there were mountains to replace that. It was an odd feeling, having breasts...very odd indeed.

"Are you completely mad?!" Hermione almost shouted too loudly. "We need help! I want my body back, i don't trust you with it!"

Malfoy managed to smirk again with Hermione's mouth...she hated that. "What's not to trust? And besides, its April Fools Week...whose going to trust ANYTHING that we tell anyone?...They'll think we've gone mad!"

"I think you already have..." She whispered under her breath. Though he was right, they would find it rather weird and probably laugh.

"And besides" He carried on, not noticing the dig she aimed at him. "Would you really want the whole student body discovering that we've swapped bodies? ... i mean, i know i wouldn't...ME in the body of a MUDBLOOD? ... if that got back to my father then-

"-Then it wouldn't bother him, because you were scum to begin with anyway" Hemione finished for him, her blood boiling.

Draco glared at her, but then rolled his eyes, far too tired to want to argue right now, he couldn't be assed, he just wanted to go to bed.

"So it's decided then? We can go to the teachers next week. We can look in the library for some hexes, but apart from that, we'll have to wait it out" He said airily. This was much too calm of an attitude for Hermione, she looked at him suspiciously.

"What are you upto, Malfoy?"

He looked at her innocently "Me? Nothing"

Hermione shook her head. "I know that look. I use that look with the teachers all the time, i know what that look means-

" -well it isn't what YOUR look means. It's my look now, and it doesn't mean anything that yours does" This was too good. Now he could do anything he wanted to...get away with everything.

"I swear" Came his own angry voice from infront of him. God he was handsome! "If you touch Harry or Ron, i'll -

"TOUCH them?!" He said in mock disgust. "I KNEW there was something strange about you three! ...i bet you take turns, don't you?" When he saw the scathing look on his own face, he smirked. God it was good to get himself wound up! ...or her...or whoever it was.

Hermione groaned. "I really don't like the idea of this...you in my body for a whole week. Talking to my friends...sleeping in my bed...taking showers in-

"Whoa whoa whoa!" He said in a shocked voice. "Who said anything about taking showers?! I am NOT letting you touch MY body with your grimy little-

"But they're YOUR grimy little-

"THAT'S not the point!" he obviously hadn't thought it ALL through.

Hermione rolled her- er...his eyes. She didn't like the idea any more than he did, but she wasn't going to go around stinking for a week...and her body was NOT going to go around stinking for a week, either!

"FINE" He said, giving up. He slumped against the wall and closed the eyes of the alien body that he had somehow woken up in. This was NOT good...she was going to see his... well... his PARTS. And he was going to see...what the hell was he going to see?....did mudbloods have the correct body parts? or were they a different species altogether?

"What do we do about sleeping arrangements?" She asked him, not that she really wanted to.

Draco opened one eye and stared at himself lazily. Why was this happening to HIM? Did he do something wrong in life? ....he looked up at the ceiling and felt like giving god the finger.

"Hello?? Earth to....well...me, i suppose" Hermione smirked to herself at the private joke, but then stopped smirking when she got a weird look from her own body sitting on the floor in a lump.

"I suppose i'm going to be sleeping in your room for a week then?" he asked her with a miserable tone to the voice that was not his.

Hermione screwed his face up. "And i take it i have to share with Pansy?"

Draco laughed evilly. "I take it you woke up with her sleeping next to you this morning?"

Hermione glared at him. "It was a little bit of a shock, but nothing i couldn't handle"

Draco shook the foreign head on the foreign shoulders. "Nah, you probably shit yourself"

This earned him another glare.

"Can we talk about this tomorrow? It's Hogsmede weekend, we can go somewhere and discuss it properly there, i don't want you drawing attention to us" He said, this time glaring at her, he knew she'd attempt to kick up a fuss.

Hermione sighed. she knew it was a lost cause...he'd get his way and go back to her bed, whilst she'd have to go back and share with Pansy...not a good thing.

She saw her own retreating back walk back towards the Gryffindor tower, and she slumped her shoulders in defeat. She had expected him to act alot more angrily towards her...and she knew that because of the fact that he didn't, that she'd have to watch him closely.

Life was a bitch. She knew that much.