Pass It On

Chapter Four :

*These wounds won't seem to heal
This Pain Is Just Too Real
There's Just Too Much That Time Cannot Erase
-Evenescense : My Immortal


He was so happy. They were all playing; scattered around him, laughter and songs calling him from every corner. There were so many of them, all there to love him, to care for him and protect him.

The garden was full of love, and every inch of it consumed him as he sat under the tree with a book in his hand...some Muggle scripture about a Lion, a witch and a wardrobe...nothing that he really conerned himself with.

The sun was beaming in the sky, other children in their bathing costumes, running in and out of the small paddling pool, splashing eachother happily.

Then suddenly there was a horrific scream from inside the old house in which the garden was situated outside...something had happened. He got up and left his book under the tree, and ran for the doors that connected the garden to the house. When he pushed the door open, he kept running straight for the sound of the scream.

When he reached it, he wanted to turn back.

There, lying at the bottom of the stairs, was a motionless child...lifeless. Eyes open, looking straight at him, into his soul.

From somewhere inside the house, someone started to scream again.




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Draco woke with a start, cold sweat covering his body. His own scream waking him.

That was one pretty fucked up dream, he was sure of that. He'd never seen the garden, the house or the child before in his life. It chilled him to the bone to think that things like that actually happened.

He looked around the room to find that it was daylight. This caused him to look at the clock and realise that once again he'd woken up at 6.30am.

*Better get a shower before i get dressed this time...* he thought idly as he got out of bed. Then he looked at the side-cabinet mirror and groaned. He'd forgotten who he was now.

He shuddered...he'd have to wash HER body...have to look down to see where the soap was going.

*Wonder if it gets sore if you get soap in your hole...* he thought curiously. He then shuck the images from his head, completely grossed out about the fact that he'd thought them.

Carefully he stripped the alien body of clothing, and walked -with his towel- into the bathroom. He turned on the taps to the rather large pool-like bath situated in the middle of the room. He never got anything like that! And he was a headboy!

The bath filled up quickly, the lilac bubbles popping and giving off a distinct smell of vanilla. Draco smiled in approval...he would only EVER pamper himself if he was a girl.

He stepped into the bath, the bubbles hiding him from the exposed body under the water. So far he hadn't looked at it, but he knew he couldn't put it off for long.

He caught the silky strawberry smelling soap between his fingers, and brought one leg up into the air. He examined it...it wasn't that bad actually...quite toned, if he was honest. He hadn't expected her to have any kind of tone to her body, because she was unclean. she was a Mudblood, and Mudbloods just weren't...well, to Purebloods they were almost like 'untouchables'.

Next was the arms, and as before he noticed that they were also nicely toned, well defined...she had a rather nice shape for a Mudblood, he'd give her that. Not that he'd never looked before, that is. Afterall, he was only male...and he was a teenager, and it was only right to look at girls and imagine what they'd look like without clothes on. Well...he'd never actually imagined Granger in that way...but now he didn't have to, did he?

His head slowly slipped beneath the surface of the water, and he muttered a spell beneath his breath as he sank below the surface, and he was suddenly able to breath underwater.

*Forget gillyweed* He said, smirking beneath the bubbles. *The Oxtranamous spell is like...ten times better*

He didn't grow fins, he didn't grow gils...he just simply didn't need to breath. If only Pothead had found out about this sooner...he would of saved the day from the mer-people, once again.

As Draco looked around him, everything was a coral colour, with cloud-like bubbles above him, hiding him from the surface. He could swim in this pool, he was sure of it, and so he did a few strokes from one end to the other, all the while admiring how the curly hair seemed to give him a mermaid appearance.

Draco hadn't met any merfolk before. The only one he was familiar with was Ariel from a muggle film his Mother had let him watch when he was a child, when his father was not home. 'The Little Mermaid'. Good flick. Draco still kept hoping that Ariel's shells would get washed away by a strong wave.


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Hermione sat there staring infront of her. She couldn't look over and see them, she knew that if she did that she'd want to go over and talk to them. It had almost been a week since she'd changed with Malfoy, and she was missing her friends dearly. She had to sit there everyday and watch him socialising with them...mostly insulting them without them actually knowing it, and there was nothing that she could do.

Crabbe and Goyle were...well...Crabbe and Goyle. Big boulders that Hermione found no use for, and had run from on several occasions when she saw them approaching. Now she knew why she always saw Malfoy giving them looks of the utter most loathing.

Speaking of the extremely annoying little Tit, he had just walked into the classroom -with his swagger being replaced by a swing of the hips- and sat down right besides Harry. He got his quills out, and then turned to look at Snape, who was staring angrily at Malfoy.
Hermione wanted to kill him...he was causing disruption in HER body!

She heard a hard-breathing voice beside her, whispering to Goyle.

"I don't care if she is Hermione Granger...i'd still shag her looking like that"
Hermione looked over at him, utterly disgusted. But then she let it drop, she couldn't really be bothered causing an argument.

"Today we're going to attempt to try making Treblexunox" Came Snapes voice finally, from the front of the class. "And seems as though Miss Granger was so...obliging for finally gracing us with her presence...maybe she would like to tell us what the potion consists of...?" Snape trailed off, sneering at Harry's table.

Draco looked up at Snape, more than a little confused. "Treblexunox?" He asked politely. "That wasn't in our notes, sir"

Snape smirked evilly at him. "Yes indeed...but seems as though your the one who seems to give the class most of their notes, maybe you can tell them some information about this potion. Afterall...you know everything else"
At this Draco laughed out loud, and then realised that he was getting odd stares from people who were looking at him expectantly. They expected him to know, and he didn't.

*For christ's sakes* Came a voice in his head angrily.
*The ingredients of the potions are-

"Rats liver, followed by boomslang skin" Draco shouted to Snape triumphantly. "The potion is a mixture of depression and high-spirits. The person who drinks will instantly feel either one of these feelings"

Snape sneered. "The instructions are on the board, do as the instructions say, and DO NOT, i repeat, DO NOT put in one ingredient before the other has completely disappeared.

*I saved your ass there, and you know it* Hermione said tauntingly.

Draco looked around at her, and stuck his finger up at her. Hermione put two up, and then saw Harry and Ron scowl at her. Hermione looked back down, not wanting Ron and Harry to say anything.

"Whats the matter, Malfoy? Worried what Me and Ron will do to you if you even attempt to look at Hermione in the wrong way again?" Harry glared, and then crushed the Boomslang skin in his hands, trying to exaggurate his point.

Malfoy turned around to her and gave her another smirk. This was TOO good!

Hermione gave Malfoy a dirty look, and then went back to her work, as if she hadn't heard Harry. Inside she was just formulating a plan...a plan of BIG payback. She had a whole double lesson to do it...oh what fun it would be.

"What was that you were saying before, Crabbe?" Hermione said loud enough to be heard on the other side of the room, where Malfoy was. "You said before that you'd shag Granger. Well...i would too" And she saw Malfoy's head snap around angrily, and Hermione did her best to stare her own body up and down, trying to give Malfoy a sultry glance. "She's hot..yeah, i'd do her anyday. Well you know...if she'd give me the time of day" Most of the members of the class looked around at her.

At that she smiled.

"Actually, it was me" Said Goyle looking confused.
Like Hermione knew which one was which...they were both ugly cunts.

Draco was still glaring at her, and then turned around to Harry. "I have something to tell you..." he put on his best acting abilities, making his face become sad and depressed. "I've been sleeping with Malfoy...and i love it"

Hermione was livid, and when she saw Malfoy turn around and give her a big grin, she almost lost it.
"You've been...what? ... Did i just hear that... What?" Harry said, sputtering. Ron was stood behind him, pouring a little more Boomslang skin into the cauldren than was really sufficient.

"Yep" Draco said smiling. "Hot, sweaty, biiiiig sex"

"It's just a pitty that i have an erectile disfunction" Hermione said loudly, and then added an 'oops' onto the end of it, when she 'realised' that she'd said it out loud.

Daco wanted to scream at her. She was driving him around the bend.

"Yeah" He said glaring at her. "But then again i think thats kind of my fault...what with me having crabs...i mean, its enough to put off any man, isn't it?" He looked at Harry, who was staring at him with wide eyes.
Ron blushed bright red.

"Not any man...I don't care what it is. As long as it has a pulse and a 'hoe' sign above its head, i'll fuck it. I mean...look at Pansy" Hermione smiled at Pansy, and then looked back over at Malfoy, who looked fit to burst.

"Shut your mouth, you filthy little Mudblood"
Everyone gasped, even Hermione herself. That was low...even by his standards.

It did look a little parculiar though, especially since it was 'Hermione' who had said it. But as the class recovered from the shock, some of the Gryffindors started congradulating Draco, patting him on the back and smiling at him, telling him it was about time 'Malfoy' tasted his own medicine.

"Will you two please STOP this madness!" came Snapes heated voice from the front of the classroom, clearly watching the spectacle unfold. "Miss Granger, explain yourself!"

"Don't blame me, blame the little prick over there," Draco, gesturing at Hermione. "He's got a stick shoved so far up his arse, it pierced the part of his brain that knows I'm right."

"That is ENOUGH" Snape roared, obviously loosing his temper much quickly than usual.

"Yeah" Said Hermione slyly. "My feelings are shattered...you've really hurt me this time, Granger" Crabbe and Goyle laughed.

"Oh...piss off you jumped up bitch" Malfoy said angrily.

"From where i'm sitting, i'm not the bitch" Hermione retorted smugly.

"DETENTION! BOTH OF YOU!" Snape shouted angrily.

Hermione had never had detention before in her life. What the HELL was she going to do? She wasn't the sort of person to get into trouble by shouting out in class...but lately...with being Malfoy, she'd noticed that she'd been alot more explosive lately...she'd even acted like him sometimes.
It was kind of scary.


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Madness.
Utter madness.
Insane was the word for it.
Padded room, meet Malfoy.

Malfoy's did NOT do detention with Snape. It wasn't possible, this just didn't happen to respectable people like him.

Hermione got off lightly...just because she was in HIS body, and because SHE didn't rebuke actually harmful words, she'd been forced to do twenty lines. TWENTY fucking lines! ...he could write an essay longer than that in his History of Magic class...even though the subject was so boring that he was often tempted to fall asleep on the very chair he was sitting on.

So now he was sitting there doing an actual essay about Crookshak Boils...and from the looks of them, they weren't something he wanted to contract any time soon.
*What do you mean i got off lightly?!* came an angry girls voice inside his head. *It was YOU who called me a Mud-

*You were listening to what i was saying?!* He asked her just as angrily, if not more.

*No..* She said innocently. *You said my name in your head very loudly, and i over heard you*

*Bollocks* He said in denial.

*Yep,thats right...and from what i'm looking a right now, it doesn't look like you have any of those either* Her voice was mocking.

*You-*

*Just got out of the shower* She said pressingly. *And i also heard you telling yourself how much your going to kill me...i counted a total of thirty seven ways...thats actually a record, because the other day it was only twenty three*

*Bugger off* He said, trying to rid her from his thoughts by hitting himself over the back of his head with his palm.

As he thought, it didn't work and only served him to make him feel more pain that necessary.
He tried to put his mind to something else.

*Ok...Crookshak Boils...often found on the right hand side of the body when it comes into contact with poisonous Fharyl Demons...* He saw the picture in the book and smiled. *Hey Granger, this looks like you!* He could hear her huffing and puffing in his brain.

*Your witt astounds me, Malfoy* She said, a blank tone to her voice. Obviously she wasn't impressed.

*You think I'm smart, don't you, Granger?* Malfoy asked her, the tone in his voice a mocking one.

*Malfoy, you couldn't find your brain if someone took it out of your head and handed it to you* Hermione said.

*Ouch* Hermione could tell he was smirking behind his words.

*Enjoy the rest of your night...I'm sure it'll be very enjoyable seems as though your so close to Snape and everything...*

He heard nothing after that, and he was glad of it.