Pass It On

Chapter Two :

Hello there, The Angel From My Nightmare,
The Shadow In The Background Of The Morgue.
The Unsuspecting Victim,
Of Darkness In The Valley,
We Can Live Like Jack And Sally,
If We Want.
- blink 182 : I Miss You


Getting out of bed that morning was quite a big ordeal for him. He'd had one whacked out dream, and needed to forget about it as quickly as possible. He leaned over to his side in an attempt to snuggle with the warm and womanly body at his side that WASN'T Hermione Granger...only to find no one there, and at the same time he found the ability to grope his own breasts...

*They weren't there last night* he thought, still slightly concussed by sleep. But when he did finally arouse from slumber, the only sound that could be heard was a high pitched and very girly scream coming from the head girls bedroom.


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*Could of been born on the milky way,
Why do i live for the world today?
Oh Lifes a bitch and then you die!*

Hermione found the most appropriate song to sing inside her head. Not only was it true, but it fit perfectly with how she felt. She looked into the mirror at herself...at him...she was appalled. How the hell did he get girlfriends with his hair like that? He looked like his father, and that wasn't a good thing! ...well...not to her, anyway.

She combed it reletlessly, she even thought about putting it up in piggy tails...then she'd see his reaction and gloat...the look on his face would see her through the whole day. Then again, there were other things she could do to cause him pain.

*Yeah, yeah.
DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY!*

Hermione's eyes widened...where the hell did that come from?


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*Yeah, yeah,
DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY!*

The little bitch was singing songs inside HIS body again! She'd been doing it for the past hour...not that she'd noticed that he knew that. It had been faint at first, but now it was much, MUCH clearer.

And what was THAT song supposed to mean anyway? ...the cheeky cow.

A grin began to etch his features..well, technically her features but-oh this was so confusing!

He'd thought of something absolutely delicious to get her back with.


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Hermione was quite relieved to find that upon her arrival at the Slytherin table at breakfast, not a single person noticed anything remotely different about the sharp featured body she was currently hosting.

She did however notice the nasty little side galnces that Pansy seemed to throw in her general direction...obviously she was still pissed off at the fact that Hermione had thrown a complete freaky at her...not that she knew any different then, she didn't realise whose body she was occupying at the time.

She took her seat besides Crabbe...or it could have been Goyle, she wasn't completely sure seems as though the both replicated a rather large garden slug. As she began to devour her breakfast hungrily, she noticed a few odd stares at her from the pupils sitting around her.

"What?" She asked as she gulped her food. Maybe they'd noticed something.

No one said anything...besides the gob on legs, obviously.

"Do you not have balls?" Asked Pansy loftily, looking at her with distaste.

Hermione was actually going to say 'No', but thought better of it. It would only cause more attention to be drawn to her.

"Why do you ask that?" Hermione asked her warily, taking a sip from her goblet.

Pansy smirked. "Aren't your balls hurting you, sitting like a girl?"

And sure enough, when Hermione looked down she noticed that her legs were crossed over eachother, and she resembled a homosexual.

She uncrossed her legs and sat instead with them open, she was sure that if there was any warm blood running through Malfoy's body, then the face of it would of gone red.

She just glared at Pansy, and then at anyone else who dared laugh. At once everyone put their heads down and pretended nothing had happened.

*Well* Hermione thought. *That was new...i didn't know a horrible little ferret like him had so much authority*

Hermione smiled to herself...well, that was a perk.

Hermione ate the rest of her breakfast in silence, listening to odd bits of conversation here and there, it was horribly different than that of the Gryffindor table. She then heard the conversation stop altogether, and as she looked up she saw Goyle...or Crabbe oppsite her looking-amazed- over at the Gryffindor table.

Hermione picked up her goblet to take another sip of punpkin juice...and presently choked on it at the sight before her horror struck eyes.


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He knew he'd done something amazing as soon as he walked through the doors. He was never one to go with the crowd...everything had to be original.

And he knew it was this time.

As he walked, he got stares from many of the males of the hall, all of them looking all over the Mudblood's body. THIS was what it was like from a females point of view? ... Why the hell didn't they walk around naked instead of hiding in dumpy robes?!

As he looked around for the Weasel and the Pothead, he noticed that even his own house were staring at him in shock...but he knew that he looked gooooooooood.

The hair was in curls, cascading down the back of the body, which was completely bare, only a scrap of yellow cloth hiding the front of the body...apparently it was called a 'Halter-neck', or atleast thats what the mirror had called it when it complimented him. It came just above the navel of the stomach, which was also tanned (he'd added a tanning charm, one he'd seen his fath-er-mother do once when he sneaked a peak at him-er-her in the livingroom when he-she thought he-she was alone) and toned.

On the bottom was hipster jeans, which barely covered the crack of the ass, and he had also placed a small tattooing charm on the small of the back, which was a small green dragon...that would piss her off thoughroughly.

He sat down besides Ron and Harry, and tried to smile...although he was getting a slight pain the neck, which instantly arrived as soon as he sat down next to Pothead.

He also noticed that he was getting a rather hormone-induced stare from Weasley, which caused Draco to face him and give him a sultry look...and then wanted to vomit as soon as Weasley returned the look.

"Hermione" Harry said approvingly. "You look different today..." His eyes were also swooping down her figure.

"I know" Draco said, looking over the food, and deciding on a croissant...well, he had to watch the figure now, didn't he?

He felt a stare coming from the otherside of the hall, and as he looked up he noticed himself staring back at him. He smiled in victory, whilst Hermione glared furiously.

THAT was the kind of reaction he wanted from her.

"What are you doing in Hogsmeade?" Rons thick london accent came into his ears.

Draco thought fast. "I was thinking about going on my own...do some girly shopping. I need some time to think, i don't want my body guards looking after me today, thankyou very much"

Harry looked at her with a glare. Ron was still staring -transfixed- at her bosom.

"We were going to go to The Three Broomsticks, actually" Harry said rather defensively. "We were gonna have a relaxing day withoout any interruptions from any of the Slytherins...I think Malfoy's been planing something"

Draco lifted his head from buttering his croissant with low fat badger-butter. He looked at Harry with a grin on his face.

"Malfoy? Innocent little Malfoy? ...he isn't upto anything, he's being a nice well mannered child and is keeping himself to himself. He's eighteen now, he has no buisness with us mere-mortals anymore" His head went back to buttering, completely missing the completely confused look on Harry's face.

Harry retorted with "How do you-

"People on their way to Hogsmeade, please pair off and line up at the doors of the great hall"

He was cut short as Dumbledore's voice echoed through the hall, and Draco got up from his seat and walked over to a rather nice looking Ravenclaw girl who was also looking at him with hungry eyes....obviously he could tell her prefered type of 'meat'.

"Be my partner?" He asked her, fluttering his eyelashes at her.

The girl nodded eagerly, and grabbed him by the arm and walked with him to the line. As he passed the Slytherin table, he saw himself glaring at him. Hermione scraped her finger across her neck, in a 'cut-throat' sign.

Malfoy smirked. This was too much fun...he should of done it ages ago.



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She walked closely behind him for the whole trip, Pansy walking besides her, telling her to slow down, to do this, to do that...she didn't pay any attention. She was only interesting in the horrifying antics that the meddling little bastard was getting upto in HER body!

She felt revolted. He was making her feel sick....and he KNEW she was behind him, which made her anger deepen.

She wanted her body back. The body that he'd taken over and turned into a complete and utter hoe-bag over night! ...well, not really a hoe-bag, but it was alot less casual than her usual wear for school. The clothes he had put on her body were what she would usually wear in the summer holiday's when no body could view her.

She had to admit though, he'd done a good job on the hair...atleast now it looked glossy and styled, usually she couldn't be bothered with it.

As they entered Hogsmeade, she saw him turn around and glance at her, before putting three fingers up and mouthing 'Hogs head'.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Four more hours with Pansy?!

"...And although i can forgive you for doing that to me, i really feel like punishing you...something really nasty that would make you beg for forgiveness" Pansy put her hand into the silvery-blond hair and messed it up, she knew he HATED that.

But Hermione suddenly became aware of what Pansy was saying...and she liked the idea that crept into her mind.



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It was five past three. He knew her, she was NEVER late for anything. Then again, she was a spiteful cow, so he could se her doing it just to get his back up.

The red-head he'd been spending the day with seemed nice at first...until she started to whine about wanting to sit down and 'talk' ...then she wanted to know if this meant anything, or if she would ever be anything to him...or, her.

In the end they went their separte ways...in other words, he'd escaped from the Three Broom Sticks through the window of the girls lavatory as soon as he saw Harry and Ron approaching him.

So he'd spent the past hour looking in the shops for anything he could take with him back to Hogwarts...he was actually tempted to buy a Nimbus 6754 ...but thought better of it when he found people from Gryffindor staring at him oddly.

And NOW he was getting stares from the occupants at their tables...some of them looking at him/her curiously...some of them licking their lips and giving him the odd wink.

The door to the cavern opened and Draco looked around as the sun swept along the grim stone floor. It looked almost eery.

Draco's eyes widened in fury when Hermione finally did show up, as she plonked herself down at the table and shouted over to the seedy barman that she wanted a butterbeer.

"My Hair!" Draco shouted, his hand over his mouth, pointing at his own head, which now did not have the long mane that it used to own. In its place was short hair that was slightly spiked up at the front, giving him a look tha muggle boys owned.

Hermione smirked. "Payback." she said simply.

Draco glared. "My father'll KILL me! The hair was a sign of lyalty!"

Hermione shrugged. "Really? ... i thought it was a sign of bad taste"

"Shut up"

"Now" She said, ignoring his last comment completely. "What do we have to disguss?"

"How about rules?" He said glumly. He was very pissed off that that moment in time.

"Ok...how about we do nothing else to eachother, as the results at the end may be consequential?" Hermione had thought about that alot all day...but she didn't regret cutting his hair, it did really need it, afterall.

Draco nodded simply.

She forgot what he was about. Did she really think that anything she was going to say, he'd take in? No, she had alot to learn about Draco Malfoy. Malfoy's didn't take anything lightly, and knowing that he was just like his father, he would go to great lengths to get or do what he wanted.

Actually...now that he thought about it...his father did want more insight into the life of Hermione Granger. He'd been very interested when he'd heard that she'd become Head Girl...maybe if Draco pretended to befriend her, he could get information out of her. No one needed to know, he just needed to make her trust him, make her think that they would become closer through these very personal experiences.

*There's gotta Be more to life,
than chasing down every temporary high,
to satisfy me...*

"For christ sakes woman! Will you stop singing?! You were doing that this morning and it woke me up!" Draco looked at himself, and then noticed that quite a few people could hear him...they would of thought it strange to hear a man being called a woman.

Hermione looked at him curiously. "You just heard me singing?"

Draco nodded "I heard you this morning aswell...you sounded like a niffler being put in a bag and hit against a wall"

She gave him a dirty look. "Well how come i can't hear you?"

Draco shrugged again. "Maybe you can...it just isn't as loud as your cat-like singing"

"Like you could do any better" she said under her breath. "Ok, say something in your mind...lets see"

Draco agreed and started shoutings swear words at her very loudly inside his head.

Hermione's eyebrows we creased.

"Would you not look like that, please" Draco asked her disapprovingly. "It makes me look like i'm constapated"

Hermione shook her head, trying to clear herself of thoughts. There WAS something there, although it was slightly hazy...

"Well?" He asked her impatiently.

Hermione glared at him. "Your putting me off"

Draco drank the rest of his butter-beer, and then reached into his bag and brought out a small pile of books.

"They're on loan from the library down the road...in your name" he told her, flipping hair back behind his neck. He then looked longingly at his own blonde hair. It was a great pitty...and she was a complete and utter cow for having chopped off, it had taken him seven whole years to grow it. His father would kill him for it...but then again he could tell his father what happened, and he wouldn't be as pissed off.

At that his spirits rose slightly higher.

"What are you giving me these for?" She asked him judgingly. Her hands felt over them, as if just doing that would give her all the information she needed.

"Because...i don't want to do all the research" he told her with a wave of his hand, as if expecting her to understand.

Hermione glared. "And you think i do?"

"Your Hermione Granger...enough said"

A grin rose to her lips "Well...technically I'm Draco Malfoy. Hermione Granger does all the research, and at the moment i'm not her..." She pushed the books back at him.

"I am NOT going to the library! I wouldn't be seen dead in there!"

"No...but Hermione would" She sighed. "We have to act as much like ourselves as possible, which means you have to be NICE to my friends and do everything you think i would do...keeping in mind that i'm a very level headed person"

Draco snorted. "Ok...well i'm a trouble maker and i have no regard for the rules-"

"- i know" she cut in.

" -and i have a girlfriend who expects 'relief' atleast three times a week" at this his eyes glittered evilly.

"-I'm aware of that" Hermione said miserably.

"-and i also have friends who -although i don't respect very much- i still need because we're nearly finishing school and i'd like to think that i can atleast keep incontact with them if i get bored"

"Fine" Hermione said. She then looked at her watch and realised the time. "Look, we have to get back now, so i'll leave, and then you leave about five minutes later. I'll see you tomorrow in the Libr-

"No, you'll be on the Quidditch field, practicing for the game on Wednesday against-

"WHAT?!"

Draco also thought about this, too. And he realised what he had said. His eyes windened as much as hers did, and he swore.

She was going to have to be him...playing the Quidditch Seeker against Gryffindor.

Against Harry Potter.