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Draco Dor miens

Part One of the Draco Trilogy

Discla imer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned

by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books,

Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being

made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This work

contains quotes from movies and television shows, stories and plays, novels and

films. They are cited at the end of each chapter. Other citations can be made

where necessary. I collect funny quotes, like a pack rat, and don't always know

where they come from. Sometimes I make source errors in good faith, or leave

things off by accident. Sometimes I don't know where something comes from, in

which case I note it anyway. Let me know any of these things, and I will add the

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Au thor' s No tes: This fanfiction is an AU: Alternate Universe. It was written in

the year following Goblet of Fire and does not incorporate material from OOTP,

HBP or JK Rowling's fansite, all of which post-date it. It posits a universe in which

Sirius is still alive, and so is Dumbledore; Fudge remains Minister of Magic, Luna

Lovegood does not exist, Blaise Zabini is a girl, Ginny's full name is Virginia, and

so on.

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Chapter One: The Polyjuice Potion

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It was June, and it was boiling hot in the Potions dungeon, but Snape didn't care.

"Can anyone tell me what this is?" he asked his miserable class, all of whom were

stifling in their robes, and he lifted a beaker of glutinous brown liquid high into

the air so they could all get a gander at it.

Hermione´s hand shot into the air, as usual.

"Polyjuice Potion," she said promptly, and gave a little shudder. She was probably

recalling how it tasted, thought Harry with an inward grin, remembering the

afternoon three years ago when he, Ron and Hermione had all drunk the shape-

changing potion in an attempt to turn themselves into replicas of Slytherin

students so they could sneak into the Slytherin common room.

Snape ignored her. "Anyone?" he said, scanning the class.

Draco Malfoy raised a pale, lazy hand into the air. "Polyjuice Potion," he drawled

out of the corner of his mouth. Harry glared at him. Where the rest of the class

looked sweaty and miserable, Draco looked as cool as if he´d just eaten a bag of

Ice Mice.

"Very good, Draco!" said Snape enthusiastically. "Five points for Slytherin. Now,"

he went on, "Can anyone tell me what it does?" He rounded suddenly on Ron, who

blinked. "Weasley?"

Ron, startled in mid-yawn, said, "It, er, changes you into somebody else."

Snape, looking disappointed, said, "That´s correct." He did not give five points to

Gryffindor, however, only picked up the vial and began dispensing measured

amounts into small paper cups. " Now," he said, straightening up, "I´ll be splitting

you into groups of two. You´ll each be drinking half a cup of Polyjuice Potion with

a hair from each of your heads in it....no, you don´t have to swallow the hair, Miss

Brown.....there's enough potion to turn you into your partner for half an hour

exactly. No more, no less. That´ll give you an idea how the potion´s supposed to

work. Tomorrow, you´ll try making it yourself, then drinking it. I warn you,

however," he said, directing this last bit to Neville, "that making a mistake with

Polyjuice potion can have...unpleasant consequences. You might end up half

yourself and half the other person, never able to return to your true appearance."

Neville squeaked.

"Right then," said Snape, "Miss Patil and Miss Brown, come up," and Lavender and

Parvati came up to the desk, took a cup of Polyjuice potion, and sat down,

giggling. Snape quickly paired off Crabbe and Goyle with each other, put poor

Neville with bulldog-faced Pansy Parkinson (who cast a longing look at Draco as

she went over to sit by Neville --- if she couldn´t have Draco, she seemed to be

thinking, at least she could be him for a while.) Ron was paired with Hermione,

and Harry...

"Potter," said Snape, in an icy, amused voice, "and Malfoy, come up here."

Draco´s jaw dropped; so did Harry´s. "No!" they said, in unison.

"I won´t be Malfoy," said Harry in a furious voice, but Snape was not impressed.

"Get up here, both of you," he said.

Malfoy was the first to get to his feet. Casting an icy glance at Harry, he stalked up

to the front of the room, grabbed the potion, and stalked back to where Harry was

sitting. Harry cast an anguished glance at Ron and Hermione, who gazed back in

sympathy. Ron shook his head; Hermione mouthed something at Harry that he

didn´t quite catch, but he knew Hermione well enough to know what she was

saying, You´d better go along with it Harry, it´ll count towards your final marks!

All over the room, students were drinking down the potion -- there were gasps

and giggles from Lavender and Parvati, a yell from Neville, who, having

transformed himself into the much larger Pansy Parkinson, suddenly found

himself being choked by too-small robes, and helpless laughter from Ron and

Hermione.

"Here," said Draco, thrusting the cup at Harry, who looked at him with loathing.

"Well, I haven´t poisoned it, Potter, drink it," he said.

"I´d rather drink poison than turn into you, Malfoy," said Harry between his

teeth.

"And I´m not looking forward to being a speccy git for half an hour, but you

don´t see me whinging on about it," said Draco. "Or are you afraid?"

Harry pushed his chair back violently, and grabbed the cup, into which Draco had

already put one of his own silvery-blond hairs. He pulled out one of his own hairs,

took a mouthful of potion, dropped his hair into the cup, and handed the cup

back to Draco, who drained it.

At the same time, they swallowed.

Draco doubled up, gasping, as a horrible feeling, as if his skin were melting,

washed over him. He threw out a hand to steady himself, and another wave of

nausea broke over him as he saw his skin turning from pale to brown, his own

fingernails (kept perfectly manicured by house-elves) turning into Harry´s bitten

ones. From somewhere above his head, he heard Harry say, "Urrrgh!" and he

threw his head back, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes, and saw ---

--A pale, pointed face looking back at him, his own silvery-grey eyes blinking

behind Harry´s round spectacles. As he gazed, his vision blurred, and he realized

that Harry couldn´t see without his glasses -- and now, neither could he.

"Give me your glasses, Potter," he said, and Harry, obviously shaken, did so.

***

Harry, feeling ill, looked down at his new body. In real life he wasn´t any shorter

than Draco, so his robes fit all right, but he felt naked without his glasses. He

looked up and saw his own face staring back, chalk-white with surprise, but with a

bit of a grin on it.

"Wha -- what´s funny?" he said, wincing to hear Draco´s voice coming out of his

mouth.

"I was just thinking that I really am astonishingly handsome," said Draco in

Harry´s voice. "I could kiss myself. I mean, seriously, in this particular situation, I

could kiss myself."

"You´re a stupid prat, Malfoy," said Harry dispassionately, and walked away. He

went over to Ron and Hermione, who were busy laughing, although they stopped

abruptly when Harry walked up, and gaped at him.

"It´s me," said Harry.

"Oh, Harry!" said Hermione, screwing up her -- Ron´s -- face, "how awful for you!"

Ron shook his head. "I dunno if I can talk to you while you look like that.

It´s....creepy."

"Well, you look pretty stupid yourselves," said Harry irritably.

"Now you even sound like Malfoy," said Ron, and Harry, even more irritated, went

back and sat down by Draco, who had his arms crossed over his chest and was

staring into space. As soon as Harry sat down, Malfoy muttered, "Enjoying being

me, Potter?"

"No one can stand me like this," said Harry. "But I suppose you´re used to that,

Malfoy."

Draco turned his eyes on Harry, who squirmed. It was really difficult to look at

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