Switched. - a potter fiction

Dramione. Set in post deathly hallows... A backfire in the duel between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter causes them to switch places... so Draco gets to taste harry's life - what it is to be the boy who lived. he gets to live the life of a world famous, loved celebrity and then again... he gets to see Hermione Granger in a whole new light....


4. A Hug

The day arrived nice and bright with the company of the fiery sun.

Draco had a late start.

He would have almost not made it to the breakfast if it weren’t for his presence of mind to drag the scarlet robes over himself and rush toward the great hall.


He staggered to the Gryffindor table and placed himself quite inelegantly between Granger and Weasley all the time trying to tame Potter’s wild hair. The eye sight still troubled him much.

Casting one anxious glance to look at his face by the slytherin table, he returned to look toward McGonagall. Professor McGonagall climbed onto the raised platform with an air of importance but there was no mistaking the sadness that her eyes held. Even from far away.

She cleared her throat to the silence and started. “As we begin a new year at Hogwarts, I would like to….” she went on and on about the importance of perseverance, duty and the will.

Granger nodded occasionally while Weasley eyed the centre of the table waiting for the food to appear. Draco seized the opportunity and swiped his glance to his parents at the end of the slytherin table. His parents’ face was as yellow with gloom as ever. Except the boy who sat in between them, seemed to have lost the unhappy trance that hovered over the family. Potter cast an odd expression of hope on Draco’s face as he keenly eyed Draco. Maybe Potter had finally got a cure for this. Draco made a mental note to meet him up.

Potter must hate his life already.

It wouldn’t be long before he lost patience.

Potter was powerful. Yes. Yet, he would not know what it is to be bad. But Draco did.

Or did he?

Draco was lost in thought when he saw a few excited Hufflepuffs clambering onto the raised platform. Prefect appointments.

Slowly, one by one, the fortunate hufflepuffs and ravenclaws lined up in front of the great hall- beaming. Soon familiar names were called out as the gryffindor table thundered at intervals.

Draco managed to pick up only a few. Dennis Creevy. Ronald Billius Weasly. Parvati Patil. The wave of applause now rolled onto the slytherin table. He vaguely heard familiar names being called. And muttered unhappily when he saw a very flushed Draco (Harry….) and a very excited pansy Parkinson went up to the podium.

They had made Draco a prefect?? The Death Eater?? One of Voldemort’s supporters was in charge?? Thought Draco incredulously.

Harry expressed precisely the same feelings as Draco did. At the end of the slytherin table sat a very surprised Lucius Malfoy and a very happy Narcissa.

Suddenly Draco felt a flush of gratitude for McGonagall until his slytherin pride cut it off.

The great hall fell silent as the newly elected heads returned to their houses.

But McGonagall did not retire to her seat. She cleared her throat once more and continued. Every eye was still trained on her. Draco turned around to look at his parents.

After all HE (not Harry) deserved the pride on their face. When all of a sudden, he was enveloped in a huge bear hug. No, not by ginny. By Granger. She hugged him tight her face flushed with joy. Ron extended his arms around him from the other side.

Draco was pulled into the famous trio hug.

When they released him, Hermione got out of the table and waited for him to do the same. The assembly had not been dispersed. Draco wondered why.

All eyes fell on him, watching expectantly. He was chosen to be HEAD BOY. Technically Harry Potter had been chosen. And no prize for guessing who the beaming head girl was.


Hermione squeezed Draco’s hand tightly as they both walked up to the podium as the background was shaken with thunderous applause from a very united hogwarts.

The rest of the breakfast flowed like a dream. Draco vaugley remembered a smiling Granger. Many hands reaching up to him. Being drawn into umpteen hugs. A beaming Harry. Bacon. Smiling Granger. McGonagall blabbering about duties. Scar. Timetable. Memo on quidditch practice. Smiling Granger. And then he was off to classes.

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