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Harry and Draco ran through the castle, not even checking to see how close the girls were behind them. Thankfully, the halls weren’t too crowded since many of the students had retired to their dormitories for the evening. The two still dodged in between a few students, as they ran further into the castle, not even looking where they were going.

Not able to run anymore, Draco made a sharp left turn into a deserted classroom. As Harry continued to run by, not noticing Draco’s sudden turn, Draco quickly grabbed Harry by the shoulders and pulled him inside. Harry was about to say something, but Draco placed his finger over his mouth, telling him to keep quiet. They heard two sets of footsteps outside the doorway and held their breaths, not wanting to give away their destination.

After a few silent minutes, Draco leaned his ear against the door and smirked over at Harry. “I think they’re gone,” he whispered.

“Are you sure?” Harry quietly asked.

Draco pushed his ear a little harder on the door and nodded when he didn’t hear any voices or footsteps coming from outside. “They must have passed right by.”

Harry nodded and breathed a big sigh of relief. He sat on the floor and rubbed his legs. He hadn’t run that fast in a long time. “I’m getting too old for this,” he stated.

Draco looked over at him and smiled. “Totally worth it, mate.”

Harry leaned back against his elbows and smiled, recalling the catfight they just witnessed between Pansy and Hermione. “Totally worth it,” he nodded, in agreement.

The two quietly laughed. Draco cracked the door open a bit, to make certain the girls weren’t out there waiting for them. When he noticed the hallway empty, he motioned for Harry to follow as he stepped out of the classroom.

They absentmindedly walked straight and then turned a corner, as they continued thinking about the catfight. They were so absorbed in their memory that they weren’t even paying attention as to where they were going.

Harry was the first to snap out of his thoughts when they turned another corner and nothing on the walls looked familiar to him. “Um, Draco?” he suddenly said.


“Where the hell are we?”

Draco stopped walking, as he was broken from his reverie, and looked around at the deserted hallway, curiously wondering the same thing. “I have no idea.”

Harry walked toward another hallway on the right, waiting for something familiar to strike out at him. He shook his head, as he was not able to recognize anything around him.

“Let’s just turn back the other way,” Draco suggested.

Harry continued to stare down the right hallway, eyes focused on something shiny coming from a classroom in the distance. “What is that?” he whispered.

Draco walked closer to Harry, looking in the same direction he was. He shook his head, not able to see anything. “What? I don’t see anything.”

“It’s coming from that classroom,” Harry said, pointing toward the classroom.

Draco squinted his eyes, hoping to see whatever it was Harry saw. He followed Harry’s finger and finally saw it; it was faint, but he saw something glint inside. 

They both looked at each other and nodded, deciding to go check it out.

As they neared closer to the classroom, they could see the sun reflecting off the object, emitting a soft glow. They entered the room and stood next to this huge object, which was almost as high as the ceiling, that had a beautiful gold frame, standing on two clawed feet.

Harry instantly knew what it was. He moved his hand around the frame, remembering back to when he first looked into it.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows as he watched Harry smile, while grazing his hand along the outside. “What is it?” he questioned.

“The Mirror of Erised,” he answered, looking over at Draco.

“What’s that?”

Harry returned his gaze to the fine details etched on the frame and closed his eyes as he remembered back to his first year at Hogwarts.

Draco became even more curious and walked closer, seeing an inscription carved on the top. “Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi,” he recited. “What language is that?”

Harry opened his eyes and looked over at Draco. “Do you have a mirror?”

“Um, Harry. We’re in front of one,” he said, in almost a ‘duh’ tone. 

“Do you have one or not?” Harry snapped, but then quickly regained his cool. “I just want to show you something.”

Draco rummaged through his pockets, remembering the small mirror he always kept by his side. Just because he was in a different body didn’t change the fact that he still had his own little quirks to deal with, like needing to check himself out in a mirror at least five times a day. He took the mirror out of his pocket and handed it to Harry. “Just…don’t ask why I have one,” he said shyly.

Harry quietly laughed as he brought the little mirror closer to the inscription. “Read the words in the mirror,” he directed.

Draco leaned in further, so he could get a clearer shot of the words. “Ishow no tyo urfac ebu tyo urhe arts desire,” he read.

Harry shook his head in annoyance. “Look at the words more carefully,” he explained.

Draco sighed, not understanding why this was so important. He rolled his eyes again, but did as Harry told him. He again leaned in and studied the words. He remained quiet for a few minutes, trying to make sense of the words. He noticed that some looked to be combined, but if taken apart made another word. Once he understood the puzzle, he was finally able to read it. “I show not your face but your hearts desire,” he recited.

Harry lowered the mirror, waiting for Draco to understand the meaning. He watched Draco’s eyebrows wrinkle, as he continued to think about what he just read.

“Oh, it can show us our desire,” Draco finally understood, looking over at Harry.

“Our deepest desire,” Harry corrected, raising his eyebrows a bit.

Draco’s face lit up, realizing everything more clearly now. “The switch.”

Harry nodded, as he recalled Draco’s words when they were in McGonagall’s office. The potion will continue on its course, until our one true wish is finally acknowledged.

Draco stood beside the mirror, a little nervous. He noticed Harry wasn’t moving any closer to it, either. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he quietly stated.

Harry nodded. “I know what you mean.”

The two remained silent, thinking how in the next few minutes they would be able to know what they truly want in life.

“You first,” Draco pushed, still a little uneasy.

Harry glanced over at him and then sighed, knowing he would have to be the one to start. “Alright,” he nervously stated, as he walked in front of the mirror and stared into it.

His reflection was dressed in a nice set of robes, standing in front of an altar. He was fidgeting with his hands, as he stared down the empty aisle. The seats were filled with many people, waiting for the ceremony to begin. Standing on his left were Ron and Draco, dressed in their finest robes. Ron placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder, trying to help him calm down, while Draco just smiled at him.

“What do you see?” Draco impatiently asked.

“I’m getting married,” he replied, with a slight smile.

“To who?”

Harry shook his head, as he continued to stare at the reflection. “She’s not there. I’m just standing at the altar, with you and Ron, waiting for her. I look so happy,” he happily stated, feeling a warm glow inside his body.

“I’m there?” Draco whispered, recalling what he just said.

Harry looked over at Draco and smiled.

Draco returned the smile, touched that he was included in Harry’s wedding. “So, what’s happening now?” he asked, clearing his throat.

Harry turned to the mirror again and shook his head. “That’s it,” he sadly replied.

“No way that can be it. Who’s the girl you’re marrying?” he frantically asked.

Harry shook his head, as he stared over at Draco. “That’s all it will let me see. It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest desire of our hearts,” he explained, repeating the words Dumbledore had told him once before. “It doesn’t really show my future; it shows how much I wish to be married.”

Draco unhappily crossed his arms. “Well, that’s pointless.”

Harry smiled as he returned his attention to the mirror once more, seeing his reflection so happy. “Not to me,” he quietly stated, as he touched the mirror’s surface.

Draco watched Harry continue to stare in the mirror and felt saddened. He didn’t really need to know who the girl was, since he already knew it had to be Hermione. There was no other girl that Harry even fancied, let alone wanted to marry. He turned away from him, feeling more heartache.

“Draco,” Harry suddenly announced. “It’s your turn.”

Draco turned toward Harry and saw him walk away from the mirror, motioning for him to stand where he just was. Draco took a big gulp, nervous to know what he was going to see. As he passed Harry, he felt a comforting tap on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before standing in front of the mirror.

He saw his reflection pacing back and forth in a small waiting room. His mother, Snape, Blaise and Harry were all sitting in chairs, watching him continue to pace. He suddenly stopped when a woman entered the room, carrying a small baby. His eyes widened when the woman placed the baby in his arms. A tear slowly fell down his cheek, as he stared adoringly into the baby’s blue-gray eyes.

Draco felt something warm and wet trickle down his face, but he didn’t care to wipe it away. He turned toward Harry, as more tears continued to fall.

“What did you see?” Harry fearfully wondered.

“My…my child,” he answered, as a smile formed.

“You want to be a father?” Harry smiled back.

Draco nodded, finally wiping the tears away from his face. He turned toward his reflection again, watching the baby stare up into his eyes. “I want to be what my father never was,” he whispered, as he sat on the ground and continued to stare into the mirror, not wanting to take his eyes off the images before him.

Harry frowned, as he watched Draco gaze into the mirror. He remembered what Dumbledore said about people wasting away in front of it. “Draco,” he called out, wanting to snap him out of the trance.

“Yeah?” Draco vacantly answered, as he continued to stare at his reflection.

“Why didn’t it work?”

Draco finally released his gaze from the mirror and turned toward Harry. “What didn’t work?” he asked, confused.

“Switching us back,” Harry replied. “I mean we both know what we truly want now. Shouldn’t the potion have released our other wish, as it sensed the true one?”

Draco shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought it would.”

“Maybe we’re missing something,” Harry expressed.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, thinking of what they could have missed. “What else do we need to know?” 

Harry shook his head, as he realized they were back at square one.

Pansy and Hermione had given up chasing after the boys. They had looked everywhere for them and if they didn’t know any better, they would have believed they somehow Disapparated.

They silently walked together to the girl’s bathroom. Pansy went in first, followed by Hermione. They walked toward the mirror, finally wanting to see the damage. Their hair was disheveled, with twigs and leaves stuck in it. They also had dirt all over their clothes and scratches all over their bodies.

Pansy leaned in closer, as she admired the cut on her cheek. It was still bleeding a little, so she wet a paper towel and gently cleaned the scratch. She glared over at Hermione, who was admiring her own scrapes.

Hermione felt Pansy’s eyes on her and took a glance in her direction, waiting for her to speak. Pansy opened her mouth, but no words came out. She quickly closed her mouth and returned to cleaning her scratches. Hermione watched her in the mirror and sighed. She placed her arm underneath the faucet and began to wash it.

“We were just talking,” Pansy finally said, breaking the silence.

Hermione stared into the mirror at Pansy, who was already staring back at her.

“We did nothing but talk,” she continued.

“Why are you telling me this?” Hermione suspiciously asked.

Pansy turned around, so her back was facing the mirror. She lowered her head, as she stared at the bathroom floor. “I hear the rumors,” she softly spoke.

Hermione felt a little sorry for her, realizing that perhaps there was some good in her that no one ever saw before. She always waved her off, believing she was just like all the rest of the Slytherins. But, she suddenly thought of Draco and how he was nothing like she thought before.

“And, they’re right,” Pansy stated.

Hermione bit her bottom lip, feeling her caring side scream out to her. She knew she should say something to build up her esteem, but she couldn’t.

“I’ve changed, though,” Pansy said again, as she looked over at Hermione. “I haven’t been that girl for a while now, and I just wanted to clear up that issue with you. I was not going after your boyfriend. I’m already in love with somebody else.”

Hermione nodded, knowing she was talking about Draco. She felt her heart sting, hoping she would not speak any further. Alas, her hopes were again shattered.

“Why were you with Draco?”

Hermione sighed, realizing she wouldn’t be able to remain silent anymore. “We were just talking, too.”

“But you were in his arms,” she accused.

“He was comforting me when I saw you in Harry’s arms,” Hermione explained.

Pansy smirked. “I never knew Draco to be so caring, especially to a Mudblood.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned toward the mirror, annoyed at the mention of the word Mudblood.

“Sorry, Granger,” Pansy quickly said. “I don’t know why I said that. Old habit, I guess.”

“Whatever, Parkinson. I’m used to it by now,” she expressed, as she ran her hand through her hair, picking out a few twigs still buried beneath.

“You know, Draco’s the one who actually made me start rethinking my actions,” Pansy chuckled. “It really surprised me at first, but I have to say that he definitely has changed in my eyes.”

“When did your feelings start to change for him?” Hermione curiously asked, wondering if it was before or after the switch occurred.

“When he kissed me a few months ago,” she smiled in Hermione’s direction.

Hermione’s eyes opened wide, shocked by what she just heard. “He kissed you?” she screamed out. 

Pansy furrowed her eyebrows. “What’s it to you?”

Hermione shook her head, as thoughts of Harry kissing Pansy ran through her head. It didn’t matter that he was in Draco’s body at the time. She believed that he could have had more willpower to stay away. “I have to go,” she suddenly responded. 

Pansy crossed her arms, still confused about her reaction. “Why are you upset?”

Hermione closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to hold back the tears. “I’m not,” she quietly said, as she walked to the door.

Pansy felt jealousy run through her body and moved toward Hermione, snapping her around to face her. “There is something between you two, isn’t there?”

Hermione stared down at the floor, not wanting to look her in the eyes. “It’s complicated.”

“I need to know,” Pansy softened.

Hermione looked up and saw the pain in Pansy’s eyes. She knew all too well what Pansy was feeling, since she has gone through it herself in the past few months. She took a deep breath and sighed. “Soon you will,” she assured her, as she quickly slipped out of the bathroom, before Pansy could stop her.

Later that night, Draco slowly opened the portrait door to his common room, peeking around for any sign of Hermione. He crept through the living area, slowly making his way to his bedroom.

“Did you know?” a gloomy voice called out.

He lowered his head, upset that he wasn’t able to get to his room before seeing her again. He slowly looked over at her and saw her eyes glistening with tears. “Know what?”

Hermione walked a little closer to him now, gazing into his eyes. “About Harry and Pansy.”

“That she loves him?” he wondered.

Hermione paused in her steps. It was still very weird for her to think of Pansy loving Harry. “This is all just so confusing,” she said, as the tears spilled out of her eyes.

Without thinking, Draco quickly ran over to her and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her head in his chest, as the cries became worse. He felt his own eyes water, as he thought about everything she was going through and how everyone’s feelings were all tangled together. Harry and Hermione; Draco and Hermione; Pansy and Harry. Too many feelings were out there, yet nobody was saying anything about it.

“He kissed her,” she finally said, as she released herself from his embrace.

Draco frowned. “I’m sorry, ‘Mione.”

“Did you know?” she asked again.

He sighed, not wanting to lie to her. “Yes, I did.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It wasn’t my place to say anything.”

“I would have thought that would be the first thing you would have told me, if you really wanted me to choose you.”

“I didn’t want to win you that way,” he confessed, as he quickly turned around, not wanting her to see the tears in his eyes, and entered his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

She stared at the closed door in front of her. She reached her hand up to knock, but quickly lowered it. Everything was just too confusing at the moment. She had to recollect her thoughts. She walked toward her bedroom, wiping the last tears away from her eyes.

Inside his bedroom, Draco let the tears flow freely. Too many feelings have been bottled up for such a long time that he had to just let everything out. The beatings; Death Eaters; ex-girlfriends; new friends; new role models. It was just too much for him to take anymore.

He sat on his bed and slowly rolled on his back. He stared up at the ceiling, remembering the reflection he saw in the mirror earlier that evening. “If only you were the mother,” he sighed, as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Harry quickly entered his common room, hoping Pansy wouldn’t be anywhere around. It was already pretty late, and he figured most of the Slytherins were already sleeping. As he hurried toward the stairs leading up to his bedroom, Pansy had already cornered him. He took a big gulp, waiting for fists to be thrown.

Pansy just stared at him, as she crossed her arms, silently waiting for him to speak. He knew she was still upset, but he couldn’t find his voice. He really wished she would do something, or say anything, so the awkwardness could just disappear.

He bit his lower lip, realizing he would have to make the first move. “Don’t look at me that way,” he expressed.

“I want to know what’s going on,” she sadly stated.

“We were just talking. That’s all,” he explained.

She uncrossed her arms and sighed. “I know.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at her comment. He didn’t understand why she would be still upset, if she knew nothing was going on. She couldn’t still be mad at what we said about the catfight, could she? That was hours ago. No, it has to be something else. “Then, if you know, why are you asking me what’s going on?”

“You’re not telling me something, and I want to know what it is.”

He shifted uneasily in front of her, trying to figure out what to say.

She shook her head as she watched him struggle to speak. “I talked to Granger,” she continued, waiting to see his reaction.

He quickly shot her a wide-eyed look. “You did?”

“I knew there was something else going on between you two,” she said, seeing the shock on his face.

“It’s not like that, Pansy. It’s complicated,” he tried to explain.

“That’s what she said.”

“What else did she say?”

“Soon I will know what’s going on,” she answered.

He nodded, feeling a little better about what the girls were discussing. “Maybe you will, but for now, I can’t tell you.”

She sighed, realizing he was not going to say anything. “Does this have anything to do with the Dark Lord?”

He shook his head. “Not really."

“Then what, Draco? Please tell me. I need to know,” she responded, as tears started to fall.

Harry hated seeing the sadness in her eyes and quickly grabbed her in his arms. She placed her head on his shoulder, wetting his shirt with her tears. He softly rubbed her back in little circles, trying to calm her. He felt so comfortable hugging her and didn’t want to let her go.

“Please, Draco. I need to know at least this much. Are you and Granger anything more than just friends?” she asked, as she continued to cry on his shoulder.

He shook his head, as he placed his hand behind her head, running it through her hair. His heart raced, as he breathed in her scent. “We’re just friends,” he lied, knowing he needed to comfort her. After all, he still had to pretend he was Draco and let her know that Draco and Hermione were just friends, right?

“Then,” she sniffed, releasing her head from his shoulders and looking up at him. “Why was she upset when I told her I kissed you?”

Harry’s eyes opened wide. “What?” he screamed.

She wiped her tears away, as she turned away from him. “I knew you were lying. I knew you weren't just friends,” she sadly stated, as she ran toward her bedroom.

Harry watched her run and felt a strong desire to chase after her. He shook his head, as he then thought about Hermione. I can’t believe she knows what I did. Oh Merlin. I should have told her. How is she going to forgive me? 

He walked up the stairs and entered his bedroom. His other roommates were already sleeping in their beds. He slowly walked toward his bed and lay down. His mind was swamped with so many thoughts that he found it hard to sleep. What am I going to do? he thought, as he looked out the window, staring into the darkness. I know I love her. She's the one I want to marry, he sighed, as the night finally caught up with him and he was drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Harry slowly turned in his bed, not wanting to wake just yet. He knew he would have to soon, since classes would be starting shortly, but he just wanted to have a few more minutes.

After a few more minutes, he finally decided to wake. He yawned as he slowly opened his eyes. He looked around his room, noticing something wasn’t quite right. He couldn't see clearly, since everything seemed to be out of focus. He rubbed his eyes to try to refocus them. When he opened them again, he still wasn’t able to see correctly.

He turned to a side table and swallowed when he saw what was sitting on top of it. He quickly grabbed for his glasses and put them on. He shot up in bed, as he looked around his room, seeing everything so visibly. Quidditch players were flying around his walls and waving at him. He swallowed again, as he waved back.

He quickly rolled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, thinking it was all a dream. As he entered the bathroom, he splashed water on his face, so he could wake up. He looked into the mirror and happily saw he was back in his own body. “I’m back,” he smiled, with his eyes opened wide.

Draco stretched in his bed, as he tried to wake up. He tried reaching for Harry’s glasses on his left, but felt nothing. He continued searching for them, but knew it was pointless. They must have dropped on the floor, he tiredly thought.

He rubbed his eyes before slowly opening them. Immediately, he knew something was different. He could actually see without wearing the glasses. He suddenly heard some voices and quickly sat up in his bed, watching his Slytherin roommates getting ready for classes.

“Where am I?” he asked abruptly.

Crabbe looked over at him and furrowed his eyebrows. “Where do you think?”

Draco looked around the room, realizing he was back in his old bedroom. He quickly lifted up his sleeve on his left arm, noticing the black mark. He slowly leaned back on his pillow, as he closed his eyes. I can’t believe I’m back, he smiled.

A/N:  Yay!  They switched back!  :)  I hope you guys enjoyed it.  And don't worry if you're still a little confused about how it happened.  It will be explained later on.   :)

And although many of you already know this, I just want to say that the Mirror of Erised came from JKR's Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.  :)

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