Pass It On

Chapter Seven:
*I Didn't Come Here To Leave You
I Didn't Come Here To Lose
I Didn't Come Here Believing I Could Ever Be Away From You
I Didn't Come Here To Find Out There's A Reason To My Fate
I Was Brought Here By The Power Of Love
Loved By Grace*
- Lara Fabien : Loved By Grace


Damn it all to hell.

She thought it was hard being a girl, but she had no idea how hard it was when it came to the boy situations!

She sat there in the Slytherin Common room, lounging in the luxurious green and silver chairs that were positioned around the large fire place. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be talking in low voices, sniggering every so often.

"What's up with you two? You acting like a pair of girls" Hermione said accusingly, swinging her legs around on her chair so her feet were dangling over the chair's arm.

Crabbe looked over at her, still grinning evilly. "Goyle got fucked"

Hermione's eyes went wide "What?" ...since when did an ugly looking creature like him get a girl to have sex with him?...Nah, it just wasn't possible!

Goyle smiled brightley. "Heather Lockhorn...she took me into a broom cupboard and showed me the best time of my life"

*What? All of them three minutes?* Hermione thought to herself, smirking at her own joke.

*What minutes?* came his voice in her head.

Hermione rolled her eyes. *Your always popping up when i least want you to*

*I know...Your bastard friends are irritating and annoying me, thats their thing...i'm here to irritate and annoy you...thats my thing.*

Hermione looked a little confused. *Was what you just said in one word of English?*

She heard him laugh slightly. *Standard English, luv. You wouldn't understand*

*What do you want?* She asked him heatedly. These days it was better to get on with the subject rather than flounce around the answer with him...that way he didn't get his sly little digs in, and completely piss her off.

*I just wondered what your favourite colour was* he said lazily.

*Why?* she asked him, getting up from the couch and walking out of the common room and into the dungeon halls towards the head boy room.

*Because, the ball up at Tepitaph Manor is a formal affair, and i need to look YOUR best...although that'll be a really big challenge* He seemed pre-occupied whilst he was talking to her, like he was getting irritated by something.

Hermione huffed. *What about me? i've got to flounce around in YOUR body and socialise with YOUR friends, who just happen to be as thick as pig shit! And on top of that, i need to make YOU look presentable, because if i don't then i won't feel i'm in the right role to play such a stuck-up bastard*

*Why would you need clothes to do tha- HEY! I just got that* he said, his voice raising in realisation.

*You're a little slow, aren't you?* She asked coily.

They'd both started to quite enjoy taunting eachother, it was almost like a past time to them. They were too stubbord to actually admit that the other was always right, and they were too laid back to really take anything to heart, anymore.

In other words, they'd finally grown up.

*one more nasty little jibe like that and you'll be going to the ball in a binbag* Malfoy said teasingly. Being inside her mind had taught him what really gets her back up...and he'd found that horrible little one liners never hurt her feelings, because she paid no attention. But things about her family and friends really seemed to effect her...and to his own amazement he found that he never spoke about her family. Ofcourse...her freaky little friends were another matter completely.

*One more nasty little syllable from your wide open trap, and you'll be going to the ball in a coffin* Hermione said just as teasingly.

*Eh?* He said, puzzled.

She could just imagine the confused look on her own face. It brought a smile to the alien mouth that she had come to know so well over the past few weeks.

*Why would you put my body in a coffin?* He asked her curiously.

*Because i will of killed it by suffocating myself rather than listen to you drivel on about how you've been played, and how you're a loner, and how you don't need anyone but yourself*

Draco sat on the head-girl bed, looking dumbfounded. He'd NEVER thought things like that when he knew she was listening...She was breeching on his privacy.

*And NO, its not because i was listening into your thoughts. I went to sleep last night and dreamed...it was your past, Malfoy* Hermione sounded quite serious when she said this, like she didn't want to, but she did anyway.

*You takin' the piss, Granger? I can usually tell when your lying through your over-sized molars* He said teasingly. But when he got no reply he started to think otherwise.

He knew it made sense. How else would he be dreaming about the little boy at the bottom of the stairs, his lifeless body slumped against the railings and his eyes still wide open in complete horror?

*That was my brother. My mother found him like that...we don't know what happened to him* Hermione's voice came into his head, it sounded alot quieter than usual. *I suppose the boy in your dreams is you?*

Draco's eyes widened. She'd seen it.

*No* he said, too quickly in answer for Hermione.

*Don't lie, i know it is* She told him, her voice sounding sympathetic.

*Look, just piss off will you? I don't need lecturing right now, i have better things to think
about-

*-Rather than your abusive father that never loved you, never loved your mother, and would rather see you dead that see you happy?*

Draco saw red.

How DARE she even speak about HIS father like that. Up until now he'd got on well with her, but now...now she's crossed that line between being a cow, and being a complete and utter bitch.

*You'll pay for even talking about my father like that* Draco said dangerously.

Hermione winced slightly, but then found his ground. *What? Talking about the truth hurts, does it Malfoy?*

Draco felt like breaking something. Anything...how could she cut him so deep? How could her words stick into him like a blade into his gut?

*You'll pay* He said in a low voice, completely and utterly furious.

*I'd like to see you try* She said without sounding too pressing. She knew that a dare with Malfoy was one to be taken seriously.

Draco knew exactly what to do...and it would hurt her to her very core.



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Hermione watched him from the back, trying to remain in conversation with others as she observed his actions.

It was pathetic, really. And he was making a complete fool of himself infront of every elegable batchelor in the room...he was an embarrassment to her.

They'd entered the ball about two hours ago, and the time was now 10.45pm, and the party was only really just beginning to start.

She knew that he would get a shock as soon as he downed as much alcohol as he dared. Hermione's body wasn't used to consuming so much alcohol...she knew that as soon as Malfoy had reached the end of his third glass, that he was almost a gonner.

He was leaning against Ron and Harry for support, as they laughed at the funny little drunken 'one liners' that he seemed to come out with. The dress that he had decided to wear was almost around his slim waist, and he could feel a cold hand against his thigh...not that he cared, he was too wasted to care about anything anymore.

He wanted to dance with passion, and he wanted to snog all the gorgeous birds in the room. But he could feel HER eyes on him, watching his every move and hiding herself away in the dark corners of the ballroom...infact, she was doing a damn good job at pretending to be him.

Draco patted a Ravenclaw on the back and forced him into dancing. From where he was, he could see her looking at him, crowded by girls moping over him and asking her to dance, she actually looked very pissed off.

*What happened to you making me regret making you come here?* He heard her voice come into his mind, her tone a dull and emotionless one.

*I'm not that drunk yet* he said, putting his head on the other boys shoulder, so drunk that he was actually dancing with a member of the same sex as him.

*Your not far off* She told him in an amused tone. She looked around her to see people dancing slowly to the beat, couples all over snuggling with eachother and dancing romantically with eachother.

*I don't care, now leave me alone* He told her and tried to shut himself off and carried on dancing.

Hermione gave up and went over to the buffet table, reaching for the 'alcopop' punch and taking a sip, feeling her insides fizz up everytime she gulped.

From where she was she could see Ron looking at her body with a glazed look in his eyes, watching the way Malfoy was swaying the hips -that were hers- to and fro, his eyes closed in concentration and losing his footing every now and again.

*Yup...completely gone* she thought to herself. If this was his way of getting her back, then it was working...he was making her look like an 'easy' hoe who was there for anyone to have a go!

For a couple more hours Hermione decided to watch from the sidelines...and was about to intervene when she saw Malfoy try to hit on Susan Bones...the boy could of picked a better girl to try and seduce than that! ...god he was putting her to shame.

After a while she began to wonder around a little more, knowing that Harry and Ron would keep 'her' from any harm if anything did actually happen.

She noticed alot of Ministry bigshots with their Fire Whisky glasses, chatting happily amongst themselves. And that was when she noticed him.

He was looking at her with a plain look on his face, looking as if he was going to communicate with her.

He was Malfoy's father...perhaps he would want to talk to his son. Hermione made her way over hesitantly, each step becoming harder to take, her breath coming in large gasps.

When she finally made it over, she looked up to the long haired man, seeing those oh so familiar cold eyes reflecting back at her.

She stepped back slightly when he bent into her ear, coming so close to her that she was sure he could see into the eyes of her soul and realise she was indeed an imposter.

He bent down to her ear once more, when realising that his 'son' would not actually flinch, and without any hint of knowing in his voice, he whispered to her.

"If this is completed, then the prophesy will be tarnished...be persistant, it will happen"

Hermione looked at him, an anxious and curious look on her face. Did he know something she didn't? ...maybe Malfoy knew something she didn't.

Lucius gave a dismissive nod and sent Hermione on her way, to the other side of the rather large ballroom.

Hermione's mind swam with reasons, accusations and the wanting of answers. If Lucius did know, then Malfoy had told him...and maybe he would even manage to sort the mess out. But if Lucius did know, the mess would already be sorted, wouldn't it?

Hermione looked around for her drunken partner in crime. She couldn't see him through the thick crowd of people, and was searching for him for a good fifteen minutes before she started to panick.

That was when reason took over her.

*Harry and Ron would of taken him back to Hogwarts...they care to much about 'her' to let anything happen to 'her' *

With that in mind, she also made her way back to Hogwarts. She'd had enough of parties that she couldn't enjoy because she had to stand there in the corner looking broody all night.

What she needed was sleep...and she needed Answers. Answers to some very important questions.


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She tossed and turned, the pain inside her about to explode as she hugged her whole body as the tension spread all around. She felt like she was being ripped from inside out, and for some reason the pain didn't want to stop, it was like someone was stabbing at her insides.

And then suddenly the pain stopped. It was sudden, but it was such a relief that she actually thought she could fall back to sleep once again.

That was when a new sensation arose. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, and she could feel her insides start to melt, her body temperature starting to rise.

Suddenly she felt a white hot stream of pleasure strike her body, and she moaned desperately. She could feel her insides screwing up as the pleasure got stronger, and she felt something deep inside of her start to surface.

She didn't really know what was happening, but quite suddenly the feeling was coming quicker and quicker, making her pant slightly, throwing the covers off of her body and lying there in only the black boxer shorts she had put on.

Her chest felt heavy, as she struggled for breath, that good feeling intensifying much more and almost making her shout out as the completely new sensations shot through her body, as she clamped her hand over her mouth and let a loud moan escape from her lips.

Whatever was happening to her, she didn't care at the moment, just as long as the feeling kept going.

She was reaching higher, she knew there was something she was aiming for, and it wasn't too far away...just as long as those incredible sensations kept going....

And then it came.

Or rather, she did.

She could of passed out from the pleasure as she felt herself almost hit the roof in ectasy, letting a loud groan come from her mouth, not completely sure where it had come from.

But she knew that she would be wanting it again...and very soon.

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Draco woke up feeling exhausted...and for some reason very sore.

He opened his eyes and looked around him, only to almost let out a girly scream as he came face-to-face with one of his worst nightmares...a naked Hufflepuff.

Well....his ULTIMATE nightmare was a naked Gryffindor...but who the hell cared about the House they belonged to when they were MALE?!

Draco shuddered and hugged the covers around himself. It was 5.25am, and if he remembered rightly, it would be exactly four hours ago since he got back to Hogwarts. Well... he thought that was the right time anyway.

The fact that he was completely bladdered only came to him when he looked back at the boy, and then realisation hit.

He'd slept with another boy...and he was in HER body

He was upto his neck in so much shit, he could already feel the stench suffocating him.