A/N - This is a five part story that is already finished so I will be updating quickly. This story is set in seventh year where Voldemort was defeated at the end of sixth year, without Dumbledore dying and Draco receiving the mark. Harry is one of the main characters in the story, but his romantic attachment has nothing to do with Draco or Hermione, who as always in my stories are a couple.
Albus Dumbledore was happily strolling along the corridors of Hogwarts, when the sounds of an argument reached his ears. Pausing in the middle of the corridor, he soon pinpointed the noises as coming from a nearby classroom. A bit more concentration revealed the identity of the two voices. One voice belonged to one of Dumbledore's favourite students, Harry Potter, and the second voice belonged to his Slytherin rival, Draco Malfoy.
Sighing at the boy's inability to get along, Dumbledore made his way to the classroom, ready to break up yet another fight between the pair. Dumbledore had hoped that the events of the previous year would have changed things between the pair, but alas their rivalry and hatred for each other was as fierce as ever.
The previous year the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort had been defeated. One of the main reasons the dark wizard was defeated was because one of his most trusted Death Eaters had turned on him and revealed valuable information to The Order of the Phoenix. That Death Eater had been Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, and Dumbledore had hoped that the Malfoy's change of allegiance would mean an end to Draco's rivalry with the Gryffindors, Harry in particular. Unfortunately that hadn't happened and the two seventh year boys sniped and snarled at each other just as much as they had ever done so in the past.
When Dumbledore entered the classroom he found both Harry and Draco had their wands drawn and had them pointed at each other. So far it looked like they hadn't started hurling hexes and curses, for the time being they were making doing with yelling and insulting each other. Dumbledore knew enough about their fights to know that before long Harry would lose his cool and throw a hex at the blond Slytherin. Harry was always the first to cave and resort to using magic as he wasn't as skilled with the verbal insults as his rival, Draco found the verbal sparring easy and was quick enough to come up with fresh insults all the time while Harry struggled with the insults after a while and he just found himself repeating what he had already said.
"What is going on here?" Dumbledore asked, making his presence known to the two teenagers.
"Nothing, Sir." Draco replied, smirking at Harry and putting his wand away. "I was just leaving."
"I don't think so, Mr Malfoy." Dumbledore said, stopping Draco as he made to walk past the Headmaster and exit the room. "This had gone on long enough. You two will report to my office after dinner, we need to have a serious discussion. Although right now you should be getting along to afternoon classes, the bell will be ringing any second."
As if on cue the bell to signal the end of lunchtime sounded and Dumbledore chased the two boys out of the classroom. Standing in the doorway of the classroom, he watched them scowl at each other before heading off in opposite directions. Shaking his head at the pair, Dumbledore carried on towards his own office.
He now had until after dinner to find a way to make Harry and Draco learn to get along. Dumbledore was convinced that if they gave each other a chance the two boys would like each other, but they had long since made up their minds about each other and Dumbledore wasn't sure how to change that. Shutting himself in his office, Dumbledore settled down for an afternoon of thinking. He was determined that Harry and Draco would learn to get along and he was sure that if he thought hard enough he could find a way to achieve it.
Draco ate his dinner in a mood. Because of bloody Potter he had detention with Dumbledore, meaning he had to cancel his date with his girlfriend. Annoyed that he wouldn't get to see his girlfriend that night, Draco brooded throughout the meal. He was also slightly worried that Dumbledore might do something drastic and strip him of his Head Boy title, if that happened his father would kill him and at the minute Draco wanted to keep his father onside for when he introduced him to his girlfriend.
"What's up with you tonight?" Pansy Parkinson asked from across the table. "You're in a right foul mood."
"Bloody Potter." Draco muttered. "We were arguing at lunch time and Dumbledore caught us. The old fool now wants to see us in his office after dinner."
"Well if he removes the Head Boy title from you, make sure you put in a good word for me." Blaise Zabini joked. However when Draco turned to glare at his friend, he soon backtracked. "Geez, I was only joking."
"I know." Draco sighed. Blaise was the only person who knew how much keeping his father sweet was important to him and as such he knew what a disaster it would be if he was to lose his position as Head Boy.
After finishing off his meal, Draco walked out of The Great Hall alongside his band of Slytherin friends. When they reached the entrance hall his friends headed down to the dungeons while Draco turned and headed up the staircase that would eventually take him to the Headmaster's office. Stepping off the first staircase and heading onto the second, Draco found himself behind Potter and his two friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.
As he stepped onto the stairs Potter and Weasley turned to glare at him, before turning back around and proceeding to whinge about him. Draco merely smirked at the pair as he turned his attention to the remaining third of their trio. Hermione hadn't turned round when her friends had, nor was she joining in on the Malfoy bashing that her friends were indulging in. Draco hadn't expected her to join in with her friends, as unbeknown to the daft duo she hung around they had long since put their differences behind them and these days they were extremely close.
Draco followed the trio, until Potter branched off in the direction of Dumbledore's office. Reluctantly Draco headed the same way as Potter and the two teenagers reached the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office together.
"What now?" Draco asked. He'd only ever visited the Headmaster's office with members of staff so he had no idea what the password was.
"Guess the names of sweets." Harry suggested with a shrug. Every time he had visited the Headmaster's office the password had been sweet related, but he had no idea what it could be at the minute so they were down to guessing.
"You'd think the old fool would have given us the password." Draco muttered as Harry began randomly naming both wizarding and magical sweets.
"Aren't you going to help?" Harry snapped at the blond. So far he had been naming sweets for nearly a minute and the Slytherin had yet to venture a guess.
"I don't eat sweets, so I don't know the names of any." Draco shrugged. The part about not eating sweets was true but the part about not knowing any names was a lie, he was friends with Crabbe and Goyle after all and those two were always scoffing sweets down their greedy necks.
Harry glared at the blond, but carried on randomly naming sweets. After a few more guesses the gargoyle started to open. By this point Harry was rattling names of sweets out so fast that he didn't know what exactly had opened the door. Harry quickly stepped onto the newly revealed stairs and a few seconds later Draco joined him and the two boys made their way to Dumbledore's office. When they arrived at the top of the stairs the door to Dumbledore's office was open and the Headmaster was standing by the doorway.
"Come in, come in." Dumbledore said, waving both teenagers into the room. "Take a seat."
Harry and Draco trooped into the room and settled in two seats in front of Dumbledore's desk. Dumbledore tutted quietly as he noticed they had sat as far away from each other as possible and were avoiding looking at the other one. Shaking his head, he trotted over to a nearby tea tray and poured three cups of tea.
"Help yourselves to tea." Dumbledore said, placing the tray on his desk and picking up his own cup.
"That's alright, I've just had a cup with my dinner." Harry said.
"I insist." Dumbledore said, settling into his chair and peering at the two teenagers over the top of his spectacles. "It's a very rare blend, I recommend you both try it."
Dumbledore continued to peer at Harry, until he caved in and picked up a cup of tea. Taking a tentative sip, he nodded enthusiastically before taking a larger gulp.
"Mr Malfoy." Dumbledore said, turning his attention to the blond Slytherin.
Draco was about to object, before he remembered his worry about his Head Boy position. Draco didn't trust Dumbledore at all and he wouldn't put it past the doddering old fool to strip him of his position just because he refused to drink his special tea. Being careful not to spill the liquid, Draco picked up the cup and had a small taste. Immediately liking the unique taste, Draco took a larger drink of the steaming tea.
"We need to discuss the relationship between you two." Dumbledore announced, smirking at the sight of the two teenagers draining their cups of tea within minutes.
"We have no relationship." Draco sneered.
"I know, and that is the problem." Dumbledore sighed. "You two are senior figures within your respective houses and your animosity sets a bad example to everyone else. It's time the pair of you learned to get along."
"No offence, Sir, but that's not going to happen." Harry said. "We don't like each other and that won't change."
"Maybe it will happen if you discover what it's like to be the other person." Dumbledore replied with a smirk. "Which is why you two will be swapping places for the weekend."
"What exactly do you mean, swapping places?" Draco questioned. "I'm not spending the weekend up in Gryffindor Tower."
"You don't have a choice Mr Malfoy, the decision has been made. Starting tomorrow you two will swap places." Dumbledore explained. "And bodies." He added.
"Bodies?" Draco exploded, jumping up and glaring at the headmaster. "You can't give my body to Potter for the weekend. This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
"Stupid or not, it's going ahead." Dumbledore said, seemingly unaffected by the blond's annoyance. "You've already drank the potion that will swap your consciousness around overnight."
"Are you saying we'll go to bed as ourselves and wake up in each other's bodies?" Harry asked, gawping at the Headmaster. He knew Dumbledore had some madcap schemes at times, but this one really was crazy.
"Exactly." Dumbledore nodded. "Tomorrow and Sunday you will live as each other and hopefully gain some understanding. If you don't then we will carry on doing this every weekend until you can get along better."
"You can't do this." Draco protested. "Surely it's illegal to steal people's bodies and give them to Gryffindors."
"If you really want to protest we can come up with another solution." Dumbledore said. "I can strip you of your Head Boy title and you can spend the rest of the year serving weekend detentions with Professor Snape. Would that be better, Mr Malfoy?"
"No." Draco muttered, slumping back down into his seat. "But I wanted it noted that I think this is a terrible idea."
"Why? What have you got to hide?" Harry smirked at the blond.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Draco replied, with a mischievous grin.
"Good, you're both coming around nicely." Dumbledore beamed at the duo. "Now I've also placed a secrecy charm on the potion, meaning you can't tell anyone what has happened."
"What happens if we try to?" Harry asked.
"You won't be able to speak the words." Dumbledore explained. "Now do you have any more questions?"
"What about Quidditch?" Harry asked, suddenly paling as he realised what was due to take place on Sunday. "It's Gryffindor versus Slytherin on Sunday, you have to postpone the match."
"No, I don't think I will." Dumbledore shrugged, totally unconcerned by the importance of the match. "It looks like you two will be playing for the other team."
"I'm not playing for Gryffindor." Draco huffed.
"You have no choice, Mr Malfoy." Dumbledore sighed at the blond's continued hostile behaviour. "You will both play in the places of each other or there will be consequences."
Draco huffed and muttered something under his breath, but he didn't argue any further. Harry also didn't bother to protest anything, once Dumbledore had made up his mind and had given them the potion he hadn't seen the point in arguing as the plan had been set in motion.
"I think that will be all, run along back to your common rooms now." Dumbledore said, dismissing the teenagers with a wave of his hand.
Harry and Draco left Dumbledore's office and headed back down into the main part of the castle. Once they were back in the corridor, Harry turned to head back to Gryffindor Tower. He didn't get very far as Draco grabbed onto his arm and pulled him back towards him.
"We need to set some ground rules Potter. If you're going to spend two days in my body, there are certain things I don't want you doing." Draco said. "First of all keep your hands to yourself, don't go touching what's not yours."
"As if I'd want to touch you." Harry protested. "Just being in your skin will be creepy enough."
"The feeling's mutual, Potter. I'll be having nightmares tonight as I worry about the next few days." Draco sneered. "Anyway, back to my conditions. Secondly, you're not to have sex in my body. Firstly, I only sleep with one particular witch and secondly she has high expectations of my performance and you wouldn't live up to it."
"Don't worry, Malfoy. I won't go around shagging Parkinson." Harry grimaced at the very idea of bedding the annoying Slytherin witch.
"You better not, she's not my girlfriend. Plus Theo might have something to say about that, considering she is his girlfriend." Draco responded.
Harry was momentarily taken aback that the blond Slytherin wasn't bedding the girl everyone thought he was. However he quickly regained his composure and was suddenly eager to get away and return to Gryffindor Tower. If he was spending the next two days down in the dungeons he wanted to enjoy his final night in his own common room, surrounded by his friends.
"I'll stick to your conditions, but I expect you to do the same with my body." Harry said.
"Deal." Draco eagerly agreed. Just the thought of getting frisky in Potter's scrawny body was enough to put him of sex for weeks.
With everything sorted Draco and Harry headed in their separate directions. Draco headed back down to the dungeons to spend a few hours with his friends, while Harry headed to Gryffindor Tower to do the same. Neither of them were looking forward to the coming weekend and both were secretly hoping that Dumbledore had either been lying to them or had messed the potion up and they wouldn't have to live as each other for forty eight hours.