Pass It On

Chapter Three :

*And Then I See You Standing There
Wanting More From Me
And All I Can Do Is Try *
- Nelly Fortado : Try

Sleep didn't want to come that night. She tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, and then gave up when she saw a feint trickle of light protrude through the dull green window to the bedroom she was now occupying.

It was around 3.30am in the morning...way too early to get up, and way too late to actually get a decent nights sleep. She rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed, looking properly around the room.

The bed she slept in seemed larger than her own, but maybe that was because this one was alien, she did not really know it. She was glad of the fact that she wasn't occupying it with someone else...someone whose pug-like features would have the ability to put her off ever having a pig for a pet for life. She hadn't been in the room since last night, and last night was the night she had woken up there.

Hermione snapped her head to the door, hearing it open. She pushed her body back to a lying position on the bed, hoping that Pansy would realise that she was 'asleep' and unale to do anything remotely sexual.

"Relax...its me" came her own voice from the door. She heard it shut behind him and was also able to hear the foot prints echoing towards the bed.

Hermione sat up in the bed. She scowled at him.

"Your not supposed to enter a ladies dormatory...its against the rules" she folded her arms against her well defined chest.

Draco laughed. "Well at the moment, i aint exactly a boy, am I ?" then he grinned mischeviously. "Although...i don't really know WHAT is hidden under you robes, do i ?"

Hermione threw a pillow at him. "Get out. At the moment i'd like to have a peaceful sleep, without any interruptions from you"

Draco shook his head at her, the long curly hair falling over his shoulders. "You can't sleep anymore than i can...your worried about the match, and i'm worried about my reputation"

Hermione rolled her eyes. Ok, so that WAS why she couldn't sleep...but he didn't have anything to worry about because HE wasn't the one doing it, was he ?

"Well" She said, looking at him with a blank expression on her face " I have a right to be nervous...not only have i NEVER played Quidditch before, but the fact that the bloody game drives me bannanas is just...well...." She couldn't think of anything to say to finish the sentence.

Draco was smirking.

"And wipe that look from my face! ... its horrid" Hermione puffed.

She saw him walk to the end of the bed and open the small draw underneath it. He then pulled out his broom, and looked at Hermione expectantly.

"Come on" He said, walking out of the door. "i'm going to teach you how to play the Seeker. And your going to WIN this one, Mudblood"




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Hermione was soaring through the clouds, stretching her hands out to her sides, the lack of hair ontop of her head making her cranium feel cold. At times like this she knew why he'd grown it long. She looked down below her and saw that she was flying over the forbidden forest, dipping down closer to the trees.

Hermione looked infront of her, to see her own body with its eyes closed in pleasure. Her own hair was whipping around in the wind, the short nightgown that Draco had chosen to wear that night (much to Hermione's own displeasure) was riding up over the hips, the tanned legs in full view.

"You need to learn how to actually fly this thing" he told her informatively.

Hermione scowled. Did he actually think she didn't know how to actually PLAY Quidditch? She smirked to herself...well, he was going to be pleasantly surprised.

Draco landed the broom and got off it, and then looked at her expectantly. "Try it"

Hermione smirked. "Make me"

"Alright...i can tell your friends some really nasty shit if i wanted to" he said this evilly. He meant it too, he could tell them anything.

Hermione thought about this. She knew he was telling the truth, but then thought she might have the better of him. "You've got nothing on me, Malfoy"

"Except for me" He said warningly.

Hermione gave him a dirty look. What did he mean...him?

"I could easily tell them things about...oh...i don't know...us" His grin was back in place now. "How we spend hot, sweaty nights in eachothers beds until the early hours of the morning...your a real screamer"

He laughed at her when she shivered. Hermione gave up her attempts of trying to get out of the battle, and suddely swooped up into the air, leaving a gobsacked Malfoy in her wake.

She did a series of impressive moves, hearing a series of "what the hell" and "Bugger me backwards" from the Slytherin down below, obviously he was impressed. She didn't learn nothing from Harry and Ron...although they learned more from her, obviously.

When she landed, she looked and him and pissed herself laughing when she saw the expression on her own face.

"I look like i'm trying to pass a bowling ball" Hermione said, a huge grin on her face.

Draco attempted to sneer. He didn't want to show that he was impressed...but it had clearly come as a shock to him, as he didn't know that 'prissy-knickers-mudblood-Granger' knew how to fly, let alone do any moves.

"I take it Pothead tought you those moves, then?" he said as he folded his arms and looked at her grudgingly.

Hermione smirked. "Oh come on, you were impressed..you know you were"

Draco shrugged.

He didn't want to say anything. On one hand he knew that she would do alright for herself on the pitch, with her ability to do moves that he couldn't even do. On the other hand she could actually get the snitch...and that was bad. Well no, it wasn't bad, because then it would be a first...but it wasn't his first, was it? He wasn't the one that would catch it.

All they had to do was practice today, and wait for Tuesday to arrive. With any luck Potter would fall off his broom and die...and Hermione would have to catch the snitch.

He shook his head. Yeah, like that'll actually happen.




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"You jammy bitch!" Draco shouted. He was walking around the room of requirement. He felt numb, although at the same time he was actually quite extatic.

Tuesday had arrived and so had the rather large brick that seemed to bury itself within Hermione's stomach, and it made her unable to eat anything.

Being on the Quidditch pitch hadn't been that much of a shock...apart from the fact that she was rather pissed off at Harry, who'd taken every chance to make nasty comments. She was trying her best to make it friendly between them, but once Harry had told her to fuck off and get her shit-flying arse off the pitch, she grew very angry and more determined to catch the snitch.

As she flew around the stands she could see people looking at her, people in the Slytherin team smiling at her...it was an odd experience. She went over to the Gryffindor side, and was met with many 'boos' being thrown her way. Angry faces telling her of their clear dislike.

Now she knew what it was like...being on the side of the enemy...being the enemy.

She did, however, see one face smiling at her in the Gryffindor side. Herself.

The grin was unmistakeable, as he'd been using it alot. He seemed surrounded by boys who were staring at him, looking him up and down..well, they were staring HER body up and down...but he'd made it happen.

People were so vain.


Hermione saw it first, gold glittering in the crisp sunlight. She looked over at Harry, who -although usually the first to spot it- was still searching the grounds for it.

She had waited until he was at the far end of the pitch before she dived, the wind blowing her Quidditch robes out behind her. People began screaming, and suddenly she felt his presence behind her. She knew he was better than her, but after calling her all those names before, she felt hot anger towards him and was probably more determined than Harry was to get the snitch.

She bent lower on her broom to get her better leverage as she gained on the snitch, stretching her hand out...she was almost there.

Draco looked over at her as she sat on the comfy chair, feeling completely pampered as she ate the strawberry's that were beside the soft leather chair, there was cream too.

"How in christ's name.." he said more to himself than to her. She was good on the pitch, he'd give her that. "But...Pothead, i mean...he's your mate...i thought you would of given it to him" he sat in the chair opposite, looking at himself.

Hermione glared for a minute, as if he'd just said something she didn't like. "He said some not vey nice things to me"

"Don't you mean me?" He smirked. So THAT'S what the problem was. "I say horrible things to you...but you pay no attention"

Hermione looked at him seriously. "That's YOU. I personally couldn't give a tiny rats ass what you say to me...because you don't matter to me" She took another strawberry. "But Harry...its...well, its Harry...he's my friend"

Draco didn't look offended. He didn't feel it either, he knew exactly what she was talking about. He didn't take the things she said to him personally, because she didn't know him...no one really knew him. But if it were Pansy or Blaise that said anything to him, he'd take it to heart, because he cared about them.

"He was saying it to me, though. Not you, he doesn't know your in my body" Draco said, taking a strawberry and eating it whole.

Hermione knew that was true, but it didn't make it hurt any less. She guessed it was because it was HER flying that he was calling 'shit'. She didn't like the fact that Harry actually spoke like that, although over the past three years she'd seen his temper get alot worse than what it had been.

And anyway, what was Draco Malfoy trying to make HER feel better for? ...if anything he usually made her feel worse.

"Had sex with Pansy yet?" She knew that was coming.

Hermione rolled her eyes. She hadn't seen Pansy since that night...well, not in her bed anyway. But she'd talked to her a little around Hogwarts, although Hermione tried to keep her distance.

"No i haven't, and no i will not be having ANY type of relations with Pansy Parkinson" Hermione said defensively.

Draco rolled his eyes. "If she dumps me...i'll kill you"

Hermione knew that was true. Malfoy and Pansy had been together for years...although she was sure that they weren't always on the best of terms during some of those times.

"She looked rather pleased when i caught the snitch, today" Hermione thought idly.

She heard him snigger.

"Then you know what reward you'll be getting for such a triumph"

Hermione suddenly wished she hadn't caught anything.




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Hermione ran along the corridor to the room of requirement. She KNEW Pansy was waiting in her room, she could feel it. So once she got there, imagine her surprise when she saw a naked Pansy lying on the bed in what should of been a 'seductive' pose...it made Hermione's stomach churn.

She fled from the room once again, and ran straight for the room of requirement, she'd have to spend the night in there instead. She also needed a way to contact Malfoy, she needed to tell him that she couldn't do it. But then again, why should she be bothered what he thought? At this moment in time he wasn't in HIS body, he was in HERS.

Hermione entered the room, and her eyes lit up when she saw the most beautiful bed she had ever seen. She looked around in awe, and the immediately jumped on to the bed and slipped beneath its silk covers.

*never mind* she thought, closing her eyes. *I can talk to Malfoy tomorrow, he'll probably be-

*Talk to me about what?* Came a male voice in her head

Hermione shrieked. What the bloody hell was that?

*YOU were the one who woke me up...so come on, what did you want to talk to me about?* came the voice again. The all too familiar voice.

Hermione smirked. *So i CAN hear what he's thinking*

*That's right...wow, your really on a roll here* He said sarcastically *now what the fuck did you want? ...i was dreaming about Hannah Abbot being naked and running through a field of poppy's* came Malfoy's voice almost dreamily.

Hermione rolled her eyes. *It was nothing, just that i'm in the room of requirement, and i'm sleeping here*

*Why? Did you bump into Pansy?* he asked her questioningly.

*Yeah, bump is the right term for it* she said tiredly. *She wanted us to bump uglies, so i ran*

She heard him sigh. *Your going to get me dumped...and if that happens your going to have ALOT of making up to do...she's not easily persuaded to go back out with me, she needs winning over*

Hermione laughed. *Like anyone else would have her*

*Hey!* He said defensively. *She's great. She's warm, inviting, funny, able to make me moan-

*Ever heard of being told too much information?* Hermione asked him with a grossed out look on her face...not that he'd see it, mind you.

She heard him laugh. *Can you turn yourself off now, please? I want some sleep...its double potions tomorrow and i'm not looking forward to it one little bit....for once*

A smile suddenly rose up on Hermione's face. Tomorrow WAS potions...and seems as though she was in a 'mischevious' body...

*Don't even think about it!* came Malfoy's angry voice.

*I'm not!* Hermione said defensively.

*Yes you are! I HEARD you think it, you stupid bint!*

Hermione huffed. *How do i switch off? I don't want to talk to you anymore*

On the other side of the castle, Draco smirked. *The only way to switch off is to sleep. We're gonna be like this for along time now, Granger. Unless we get out of this mess, i'm gonna be hearing you talking to yourself about how much you like Ron for the rest of your pitiful little life*

Hermione was sure that if he was there, she would of punched him by now. How come he was alright sometimes, and a complete and utter twat the rest of the time?

*I'm a twisted bastard, thats why* Came his voice with an informative tone.

*How does it trigger off?* She asked him. *is there a way that you can't hear me speaking to myself?*

*Yeah* he said, sounding like he was yawning. *You can try talking to yourself alot more quietly*

*Sod off, Malfoy* She said defensively.

He laughed. *Nah, we can only hear eachother if we WANT to. If we want to contact eachother our brains send signals to eachother. We can also ask our brains to Listen in to what the other is thinking, which means that we both don't know if the other is listening. It deffinately has something to do with the fact that we swapped bodies, i know that much*

Hermione got a little worried at that. That would mean that she had no privacy.

*You won't actually do that, will you?* she asked him anxiously.

*Not if you won't* He said rather seriously.

*Well i know I won't...but can i trust you?* she asked him curiously.

Draco smirked from the Gryffindor tower. *Your going to have to, darlin'*

Hermione was shocked at his choice of word.

*Right* he said, obviously yawning again. *I'm going to sign off...i need the sleep*

And with that, there were no more words said. Hermione listened for another five minutes, just to makesure that he was infact gone, like he said he was.

Sleep then consumed her, and the only thing that she dreamed about was a terrified little boy sat in the corner of a dimply lit room, cowering in defence as his father beat up his mother agressively throughout the room.